This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, And throw it against the wind.-To the marketplace: You have put me now to such a part, which never I shall discharge to the life. Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. I pr'ythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part, Thou hast not done before. Cor. That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves At thy choice then: Cor. Pray, be content; Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going: Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; Or never trust to what my tongue can do I'the way of flattery, further. your Vol. yourself Sic. Assemble presently the people hither: For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, I shall inform them. Of what we chance to sentence. Go about it. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators, and Patricians. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave4 by the volume.-The honour'd gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Men. A noble wish. Amen, amen! Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this pre sent? Must all determine here? Sic. I do demand, If you submit you to the people's voices, Allow their officers, and are content To suffer lawful censure for such faults As shall be prov'd upon you? Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content : The warlike service he has done, consider; Think on the wounds his body bears, which show Like graves i'the holy churchyard. Cor. Scars to move laughter only. Men. Scratches with briars, Consider further, That when he speaks not like a citizen, You find him like a soldier: Do not take His rougher accents for malicious sounds, But, as I say, such as become a soldier, Rather than envy you. Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being pass'd for consul with full voice, (4) Will bear being called a knave. (5) Injure. Sic. Answer to us. Cor. Say then. 'tis true, I ought so. Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to|| As enemy to the people, and his country: take From Rome all season'd' office, and to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical; For which, you are a traitor to the people. Cor. How! Traitor? Men. Nay; temperately: Your promise. Sic. We need not put new matter to his charge: It shall be so. Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath As reeks o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize hoo! [The People shout, and throw up their caps. Know Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome gates: I'the people's name, I say, it shall be so. Cit. It shall be so, It shall be so; let him away: he's banish'd, Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends; Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Com. Let me speak: I have been consul, and can show from5 Rome, Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife's estimate,6 her womb's increase, And treasure of my loins; then if I would Speak that Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; SCENE 1.-The same. Before a gate of the city. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell :the beast10 With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, Cor. What, what, what! I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, (7) Pack. (8) Vapour. (9) Subdued. Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well, Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, son Will, or exceed the common, or be caught With cautelous2 baits and practice. Cor. Cor. Fare ye well:Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and My friends of noble touch,5 when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. While I remain above the ground, you shall Hear from me still; and never of me aught But what is like me formerly. Men. That's worthily As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.- Give me thy hand : Cor. Come. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. A street near the gate. Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further. Take my prayers with you.I would the gods had nothing else to do, [Exeunt Tribunes. But to confirm my curses! Could I meet them But once a day, it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't. Men. You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me? Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.--Come, let's go : Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Men. Fie, fie, fie! [Exeunt. SCENE III-A highway between Rome and Antium. Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Rom. I know you well, and you know me; your name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you. Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against them: Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? No. Rom. The same, sir. Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state, to find you out there: You have || Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love well saved me a day's journey. Unseparable, shall within this hour, Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insur-On a dissension of a doit,2 break out rection: the people against the senators, patricians, To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes, and nobles. Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so; they are in a most warlike prepara-To take the one the other, by some chance, tion, and hope to come upon them in the heat of Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear their division. friends, Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take from the people, and to pluck from them power their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can all my And interjoin their issues. So with me :- [Exit. tell you, and is almost mature for the violent break-SCENE V.-The same. A hall in Aufidius's ing out. Vol. Coriolanus banished? Rom. Banished, sir. Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country. Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home. Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you? Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that shall set them in present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company. Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together. [Exeunt. house. Music within. Enter a Servant. Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here? I think our fellows are asleep. [Exit. Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him. Cotus! [Exit. Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly house: the feast smells well: but I Appear not like a guest. Re-enter the first Servant. 1 Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the door. Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, In being Coriolanus.3 Re-enter second Servant. 2 Serv. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter 2 Serv. Away? Get you away. 2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon. 3 Serv. What fellow's this? 1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o'the house: Pr'ythee, call my master to him. 3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Serv. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True, so I am. 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come. Cor. Follow your function, go! Pushes him away. 3 Serv. Where dwellest thou? 3 Serv. Where's that? [Exit. Enter Aufidius and the second Servant. Auf. Where is this fellow? 2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldest thou? Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name? What is thy name? Auf. I know thee not:-Thy name? It be to do thee service. A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that You bless me, gods! Cor. Which thou should'st bear me : only that name re- The one half of my commission; and set down, mains; The cruelty and envy of the people, I had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, Against my canker'd country with the spleen . Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes (1) Memorial. (2) Resentment. (3) Injuries. VOL. II. As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome; 1 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top. 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought,-I cannot tell how to term it. 1 Serv. He had so looking as it were,—— 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i'the world. 1 Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot9 one. 2 Serv. Who? my master? |