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Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy | I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
At difference in thee: out of that I'll work Myself a former fortune.
(To Volumnia, Virgilia, &c.)
SCENE IV.-Rome. A public Place.
Sic. Why, what of that?
Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay upon execution.
Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is differenoy between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing.
Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you.
Sic. The gods be good unto us!
Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them: and he, returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house; The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, And hale him up and down; all swearing, if The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, They'll give him death by inches.
Enter another Messenger.
The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcins gone:
Sic. Friend, Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain? Mess. As certain, as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you;
[Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums beaten, all together. Shouting also within.) The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you! (Shouting again.) This is good news:
Sir, we have all Great cause to give great thanks. Sic. Mess. Almost at point to enter. Sic. We will meet them, And help the joy. (Going.)
They are near the city?
Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians, and People. They pass over the Stage.
1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,
Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius:
SCENE V.-Antium. A public place.
· Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here: Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place; where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse, The city ports by this hath enter'd, and Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: Despatch. [Exeunt Attendants, Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius's faction. Most welcome!
1 Con. How is it with our general? Auf Even so, And with his charity slain. As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
Most noble sir, If you do hold the same intent, wherein You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you Of your great danger.
Sir, I cannot tell; We must proceed, as we do find the people. 3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst Makes the survivor heir of all. "Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either
I know it ; And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighten'd, He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, Seducing so my friends: and, to this end, He bow'd his nature, never known before But to be rough, unswayable, and free. 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
Enter the Lords of the City. Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf. I have not deserv'd it; But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd What I have written to you:
1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think, Might have found easy fines: but there to end, Where he was to begin; and give away The benefit of our levies, answering us With our own charge; making a treaty, where There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. Enter CORIOLANUS, with drums and colours; a crowd of Citizens with him.
Must give this cur the lie and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must bear
My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust
Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears?
Con. Let him die for't. (Several speak at once.) Cit.(Speaking promiscuously.) Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son;-my daughter; -He killed my cousin Marcus;-he killed my fa
2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage;-peace. The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o' the earth. His last offence to us Shall have judicious hearing.-Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace.
O, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf.
Insolent villain! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.
(Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him.) Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. O Tullus,2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords.
[rage, Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours To call me to your senate, I'll deliver Myself your loyal servant, or endure Your heaviest censure.
1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse, that ever herald Did follow to his urn. 2 Lord.
His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it.
Triumvirs after the death of
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, young CATO, and
SCENE,-During a great part of the Play, at Rome; afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.
SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.
Enter FLAVIUS, MARULLUS, and a Rabble of
Conspirators against Julius
Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you home;
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler. [directly.
Mar. But what trade art thou? Answer me 2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soals.
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Mar. What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?
2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with
2 Cit. Why, sir, cobble you.
2 Cit. Truly, sir, all that I live by is, with the awl: I meddle with no tradesman's matters, nor women's matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I re-cover them. As proper men as ever
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, Tribunes.
trod upon neats-leather, have gone upon my handy
Flav. But wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
myself into more work. But, indeed, sir, we make 2 Cit. Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get holiday, to see Cæsar, and to rejoice in his triumph. Mar. Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
What tributaries follow him to Rome,
O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter; let no images
SCENE II. The same. A public Place.
Cal. Here, my lord.
Cas. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth ran his course.-Antonius.
Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Cas. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Of late, with passions of some difference,
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one;)
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores,
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
Cæsar said to me, Dar'st thou, Cassius, now
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear:
Ay, do you fear it?
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.
Bru. Another general shout!
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I will with patience hear: and find a time
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Have struck but thus much shew of fire from opening my lips, and receiving the bad air.
Re-enter CESAR, and his Train.
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning.
Bru. I will do so :-But, look you, Cassius,
Cas. Let me have men about me that are fat; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o'nights;
Yond' Cassius has a lean and hungry look ;
Yet, if my name were liable to fear,
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;
[Exeunt Cæsar and his Train. Casca stays
Casca. You pull'd me by the cloak; Would you speak with me?
That Cæsar looks so sad?
Casca. Why, you were with him, were you not? Bru. I should not then ask Casca what hath chanc'd.
Casca. Why, there was a crown offered him; and being offered him, he put it by with the back of his hand, thus; and then the people fell a-shouting. Bru. What was the second noise for? Casca. Why, for that too.
Cas. They shouted thrice; What was the last cry
Bru. Was the crown offer'd him thrice?
Cas. Who offered him the crown?
Casca. Why, Antony.
Bru. Tell us the manner of it, gentle Casca. of it: it was mere foolery, I did not mark it. I saw Casca. I can as well be hanged, as tell the manner Mark Antony offer him a crown;-yet 'twas not a crown neither, 'twas one of these coronets;—and, as I told you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my thinking, he would fain have had it. Then be offered it to him again; then he put it by again: but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then he offered it the third time; he put it the third time by: and still as he refused it, the rabblement hooted, and clapped their chapped hands, and threw up their sweaty night-caps, and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because Cæsar refused the crown, that it had almost choked Cæsar; for he swooned, and fell down at it: And for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
Cas. But, soft, I pray you: What? Did Cæsar
Casca. He fell down in the market-place, and foamed at mouth, and was speechless.
Bru. 'Tis very like; he hath the falling-sickness.
Casca. I know not what you mean by that; but, I am sure, Cæsar fell down. If the tag-rag people did not clap him and hiss him, according as he pleased, and displeased them, as they use to do the players in the theatre, I am no true man.
Bru. What said he, when he came unto himself? Casca. Marry, before he fell down, when he perceived the common herd was glad he refused the crown, he plucked me ope his doublet, and offered them his throat to cut.-An I had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at