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The Tragedy of Coriolanus

ACT I

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

First CitizenBefore we proceed any further, hear me speak.
AllSpeak, speak.
First CitizenYou are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
AllResolved. resolved.
First CitizenAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 5First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
AllWe know't, we know't.
First CitizenLet us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price.
Is't a verdict?
AllNo more talking on't; let it be done: away, away!
Second CitizenAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 10One word, good citizens.
First CitizenWe are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good.
What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they
would yield us but the superfluity, while it were
wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15but they think we are too dear: the leanness that
afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
inventory to particularise their abundance; our
sufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this with
our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
Second CitizenWould you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
AllAgainst him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
Second CitizenConsider you what services he has done for his country?
First CitizenVery well; and could be content to give him good
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud.
Second CitizenNay, but speak not maliciously.
First CitizenI say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did
it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be
content to say it was for his country he did it to
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30please his mother and to be partly proud; which he
is, even till the altitude of his virtue.
Second CitizenWhat he cannot help in his nature, you account a
vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.
First CitizenIf I must not, I need not be barren of accusations;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition.
What shouts are these? The other side o' the city
is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!
AllCome, come.
First CitizenSoft! who comes here?
Second CitizenAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved
the people.
First CitizenHe's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!
MENENIUSWhat work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.
First CitizenAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have
had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do,
which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor
suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we
have strong arms too.
MENENIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
Will you undo yourselves?
First CitizenWe cannot, sir, we are undone already.
MENENIUSI tell you, friends, most charitable care
Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
Against the Roman state, whose course will on
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
Of more strong link asunder than can ever
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,
The gods, not the patricians, make it, and
Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,
You are transported by calamity
Thither where more attends you, and you slander
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
When you curse them as enemies.
First CitizenCare for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us
yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses
crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act
established against the rich, and provide more
piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and
there's all the love they bear us.
MENENIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 75Either you must
Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you
A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;
But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80To stale 't a little more.
First CitizenWell, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to
fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please
you, deliver.
MENENIUSThere was a time when all the body's members
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it:
That only like a gulf it did remain
I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Like labour with the rest, where the other instruments
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
And, mutually participate, did minister
Unto the appetite and affection common
Of the whole body. The belly answer'd —
First CitizenWell, sir, what answer made the belly?
MENENIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 95Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus —
For, look you, I may make the belly smile
As well as speak — it tauntingly replied
To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
As you malign our senators for that
They are not such as you.
First CitizenYour belly's answer? What!
The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter.
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabric, if that they —
MENENIUSWhat then?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?
First CitizenShould by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
Who is the sink o' the body, —
MENENIUSWell, what then?
First CitizenThe former agents, if they did complain,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 115What could the belly answer?
MENENIUSI will tell you
If you'll bestow a small — of what you have little —
Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.
First CitizenYe're long about it.
MENENIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Note me this, good friend;
Your most grave belly was deliberate,
Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd:
'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he,
'That I receive the general food at first,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125Which you do live upon; and fit it is,
Because I am the store-house and the shop
Of the whole body: but, if you do remember,
I send it through the rivers of your blood,
Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130And, through the cranks and offices of man,
The strongest nerves and small inferior veins
From me receive that natural competency
Whereby they live: and though that all at once,
You, my good friends,' — this says the belly, mark me, —
First CitizenAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 135Ay, sir; well, well.
MENENIUS'Though all at once cannot
See what I do deliver out to each,
Yet I can make my audit up, that all
From me do back receive the flour of all,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't?
First CitizenIt was an answer: how apply you this?
MENENIUSThe senators of Rome are this good belly,
And you the mutinous members; for examine
Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find
No public benefit which you receive
But it proceeds or comes from them to you
And no way from yourselves. What do you think,
You, the great toe of this assembly?
First CitizenAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 150I the great toe! why the great toe?
MENENIUSFor that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest,
Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:
Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,
Lead'st first to win some vantage.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs:
Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;
The one side must have bale.
Hail, noble Marcius!
MARCIUSThanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
First CitizenWe have ever your good word.
MARCIUSHe that will give good words to thee will flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is
To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
And curse that justice did it.
Who deserves greatness
Deserves your hate; and your affections are
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?
With every minute you do change a mind,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180And call him noble that was now your hate,
Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?
MENENIUSFor corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
The city is well stored.
MARCIUSHang 'em! They say!
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise,
Who thrives and who declines; side factions
and give out
Conjectural marriages; making parties strong
And feebling such as stand not in their liking
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's
grain enough!
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
And let me use my sword, I'll make a quarry
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200As I could pick my lance.
MENENIUSNay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
For though abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,
What says the other troop?
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 205They are dissolved: hang 'em!
They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs,
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 210They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,
And a petition granted them, a strange one —
To break the heart of generosity,
And make bold power look pale — they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 215Shouting their emulation.
MENENIUSWhat is granted them?
MARCIUSFive tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not — 'Sdeath!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
Win upon power and throw forth greater themes
For insurrection's arguing.
MENENIUSThis is strange.
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 225Go, get you home, you fragments!
MessengerWhere's Caius Marcius?
MARCIUSHere: what's the matter?
MessengerThe news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
MARCIUSI am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 230Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
First SenatorMarcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;
The Volsces are in arms.
MARCIUSThey have a leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 235I sin in envying his nobility,
And were I any thing but what I am,
I would wish me only he.
COMINIUSYou have fought together.
MARCIUSWere half to half the world by the ears and he.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 240Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make
Only my wars with him: he is a lion
That I am proud to hunt.
First SenatorThen, worthy Marcius,
Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
COMINIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 245It is your former promise.
MARCIUSSir, it is;
And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?
TITUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 250No, Caius Marcius;
I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,
Ere stay behind this business.
MENENIUSO, true-bred!
First SenatorYour company to the Capitol; where, I know,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 255Our greatest friends attend us.
TITUS Lead you on.
Follow Cominius; we must follow you;
Right worthy you priority.
COMINIUSNoble Marcius!
First SenatorAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 260 Hence to your homes; be gone!
MARCIUSNay, let them follow:
The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
SICINIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 265Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
BRUTUSHe has no equal.
SICINIUSWhen we were chosen tribunes for the people, —
BRUTUSMark'd you his lip and eyes?
SICINIUSNay. but his taunts.
BRUTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 270Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
SICINIUSBe-mock the modest moon.
BRUTUSThe present wars devour him: he is grown
Too proud to be so valiant.
SICINIUSSuch a nature,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 275Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder
His insolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius.
BRUTUSFame, at the which he aims,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 280In whom already he's well graced, can not
Better be held nor more attain'd than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 285Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he
Had borne the business!'
SICINIUSBesides, if things go well,
Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall
Of his demerits rob Cominius.
BRUTUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 290Come:
Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius.
Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults
To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed
In aught he merit not.
SICINIUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 295Let's hence, and hear
How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,
More than his singularity, he goes
Upon this present action.
BRUTUSLets along.

ACT I

SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-house.

First SenatorSo, your opinion is, Aufidius,
That they of Rome are entered in our counsels
And know how we proceed.
AUFIDIUSIs it not yours?
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5What ever have been thought on in this state,
That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone
Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10'They have press'd a power, but it is not known
Whether for east or west: the dearth is great;
The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
Consider of it.'
First SenatorOur army's in the field
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 20We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
To answer us.
AUFIDIUSNor did you think it folly
To keep your great pretences veil'd till when
They needs must show themselves; which
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25in the hatching,
It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery.
We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was
To take in many towns ere almost Rome
Should know we were afoot.
Second SenatorAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Noble Aufidius,
Take your commission; hie you to your bands:
Let us alone to guard Corioli:
If they set down before 's, for the remove
Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35They've not prepared for us.
AUFIDIUSO, doubt not that;
I speak from certainties. Nay, more,
Some parcels of their power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 40If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
Till one can do no more.
AllThe gods assist you!
AUFIDIUSAnd keep your honours safe!
First SenatorAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 45Farewell.
Second SenatorFarewell.
AllFarewell.

ACT I

SCENE III. Rome. A room in Marcius' house.

VOLUMNIAI pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I
should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he
won honour than in the embracements of his bed where
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 5he would show most love. When yet he was but
tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when
youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when
for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not
sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 10how honour would become such a person. that it was
no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if
renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek
danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel
war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 15bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not
more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child
than now in first seeing he had proved himself a
man.
VIRGILIABut had he died in the business, madam; how then?
VOLUMNIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 20Then his good report should have been my son; I
therein would have found issue. Hear me profess
sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike and none less dear than thine and my good
Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 25country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
GentlewomanMadam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
VIRGILIABeseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
VOLUMNIAIndeed, you shall not.
Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 30See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,
As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:
Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:
'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,
Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 35With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,
Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow
Or all or lose his hire.
VIRGILIAHis bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!
VOLUMNIAAway, you fool! it more becomes a man
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 40Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,
When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood
At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria,
We are fit to bid her welcome.
VIRGILIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 45Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
VOLUMNIAHe'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
And tread upon his neck.
VALERIAMy ladies both, good day to you.
VOLUMNIASweet madam.
VIRGILIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 50I am glad to see your ladyship.
VALERIAHow do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.
What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good
faith. How does your little son?
VIRGILIAI thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
VOLUMNIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 55He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
look upon his school-master.
VALERIAO' my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a
very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o'
Wednesday half an hour together: has such a
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 60confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded
butterfly: and when he caught it, he let it go
again; and after it again; and over and over he
comes, and again; catched it again; or whether his
fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 65teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked
it!
VOLUMNIAOne on 's father's moods.
VALERIAIndeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
VIRGILIAA crack, madam.
VALERIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 70Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play
the idle husewife with me this afternoon.
VIRGILIANo, good madam; I will not out of doors.
VALERIANot out of doors!
VOLUMNIAShe shall, she shall.
VIRGILIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 75Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the
threshold till my lord return from the wars.
VALERIAFie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come,
you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
VIRGILIAI will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 80my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
VOLUMNIAWhy, I pray you?
VIRGILIA'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
VALERIAYou would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all
the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 85Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric
were sensible as your finger, that you might leave
pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.
VIRGILIANo, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
VALERIAIn truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 90excellent news of your husband.
VIRGILIAO, good madam, there can be none yet.
VALERIAVerily, I do not jest with you; there came news from
him last night.
VIRGILIAIndeed, madam?
VALERIAAct 1 Sc 3 Ln 95In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it.
Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against
whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of
our Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are set
down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 100prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,
on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
VIRGILIAGive me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every
thing hereafter.
VOLUMNIALet her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 105disease our better mirth.
VALERIAIn troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then.
Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy
solemness out o' door. and go along with us.
VIRGILIANo, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish
Act 1 Sc 3 Ln 110you much mirth.
VALERIAWell, then, farewell.

ACT I

SCENE IV. Before Corioli.

MARCIUSYonder comes news. A wager they have met.
LARTIUSMy horse to yours, no.
MARCIUS'Tis done.
LARTIUSAgreed.
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 5Say, has our general met the enemy?
MessengerThey lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
LARTIUSSo, the good horse is mine.
MARCIUSI'll buy him of you.
LARTIUSNo, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 10For half a hundred years. Summon the town.
MARCIUSHow far off lie these armies?
MessengerWithin this mile and half.
MARCIUSThen shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 15That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
First SenatorNo, nor a man that fears you less than he,
That's lesser than a little.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 20Hark! our drums
Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls,
Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,
Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes;
They'll open of themselves.
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 25Hark you. far off!
There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
Amongst your cloven army.
MARCIUSO, they are at it!
LARTIUSTheir noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 30They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
brave Titus:
They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 35Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:
He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce,
And he shall feel mine edge.
MARCIUSAll the contagion of the south light on you,
You shames of Rome! you herd of — Boils and plagues
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 40Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen and one infect another
Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell!
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 45All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home,
Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe
And make my wars on you: look to't: come on;
If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 50As they us to our trenches followed.
So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds:
'Tis for the followers fortune widens them,
Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
First SoldierFool-hardiness; not I.
Second SoldierAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 55Nor I.
First SoldierSee, they have shut him in.
AllTo the pot, I warrant him.
LARTIUSWhat is become of Marcius?
AllSlain, sir, doubtless.
First SoldierAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 60Following the fliers at the very heels,
With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,
To answer all the city.
LARTIUSO noble fellow!
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 65Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius:
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Act 1 Sc 4 Ln 70Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.
First SoldierLook, sir.
LARTIUSAct 1 Sc 4 Ln 75O,'tis Marcius!
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.

ACT I

SCENE V. Corioli. A street.

First RomanThis will I carry to Rome.
Second RomanAnd I this.
Third RomanA murrain on't! I took this for silver.
MARCIUSSee here these movers that do prize their hours
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 5At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 10There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the city;
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.
LARTIUSAct 1 Sc 5 Ln 15Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.
MARCIUSSir, praise me not;
My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 20The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
LARTIUSNow the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 25Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!
MARCIUSThy friend no less
Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
LARTIUSThou worthiest Marcius!
Act 1 Sc 5 Ln 30Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o' the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!

ACT I

SCENE VI. Near the camp of Cominius.

COMINIUSBreathe you, my friends: well fought;
we are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 5We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
Lead their successes as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 10fronts encountering,
May give you thankful sacrifice.
Thy news?
MessengerThe citizens of Corioli have issued,
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 15I saw our party to their trenches driven,
And then I came away.
COMINIUSThough thou speak'st truth,
Methinks thou speak'st not well.
How long is't since?
MessengerAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 20Above an hour, my lord.
COMINIUS'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
And bring thy news so late?
MessengerSpies of the Volsces
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 25Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel
Three or four miles about, else had I, sir,
Half an hour since brought my report.
COMINIUSWho's yonder,
That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 30He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
Before-time seen him thus.
MARCIUS Come I too late?
COMINIUSThe shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 35From every meaner man.
MARCIUSCome I too late?
COMINIUSAy, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.
MARCIUSO, let me clip ye
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 40In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burn'd to bedward!
COMINIUSFlower of warriors,
How is it with Titus Lartius?
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 45As with a man busied about decrees:
Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other;
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 50To let him slip at will.
COMINIUSWhere is that slave
Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
Where is he? call him hither.
MARCIUSLet him alone;
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 55He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,
The common file — a plague! tribunes for them! —
The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge
From rascals worse than they.
COMINIUSBut how prevail'd you?
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 60Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field?
If not, why cease you till you are so?
COMINIUSMarcius,
We have at disadvantage fought and did
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 65Retire to win our purpose.
MARCIUSHow lies their battle? know you on which side
They have placed their men of trust?
COMINIUSAs I guess, Marcius,
Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 70Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius,
Their very heart of hope.
MARCIUSI do beseech you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 75We have made to endure friends, that you directly
Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates;
And that you not delay the present, but,
Filling the air with swords advanced and darts,
We prove this very hour.
COMINIUSAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 80Though I could wish
You were conducted to a gentle bath
And balms applied to, you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking: take your choice of those
That best can aid your action.
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 6 Ln 85Those are they
That most are willing. If any such be here —
As it were sin to doubt — that love this painting
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Lesser his person than an ill report;
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 90If any think brave death outweighs bad life
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him alone, or so many so minded,
Wave thus, to express his disposition,
And follow Marcius.
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 95O, me alone! make you a sword of me?
If these shows be not outward, which of you
But is four Volsces? none of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 100Though thanks to all, must I select
from all: the rest
Shall bear the business in some other fight,
As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;
And four shall quickly draw out my command,
Act 1 Sc 6 Ln 105Which men are best inclined.
COMINIUSMarch on, my fellows:
Make good this ostentation, and you shall
Divide in all with us.

ACT I

SCENE VII. The gates of Corioli.

LARTIUSSo, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties,
As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch
Those centuries to our aid: the rest will serve
For a short holding: if we lose the field,
Act 1 Sc 7 Ln 5We cannot keep the town.
LieutenantFear not our care, sir.
LARTIUSHence, and shut your gates upon's.
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.

ACT I

SCENE VIII. A field of battle.

MARCIUSI'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
Worse than a promise-breaker.
AUFIDIUSWe hate alike:
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
Act 1 Sc 8 Ln 5More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
MARCIUSLet the first budger die the other's slave,
And the gods doom him after!
AUFIDIUSIf I fly, Marcius,
Holloa me like a hare.
MARCIUSAct 1 Sc 8 Ln 10Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood
Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
Wrench up thy power to the highest.
AUFIDIUSAct 1 Sc 8 Ln 15Wert thou the Hector
That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
Thou shouldst not scape me here.
Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
In your condemned seconds.

ACT I

SCENE IX. The Roman camp.

COMINIUSIf I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
Thou'ldst not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles,
Where great patricians shall attend and shrug,
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 5I' the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted,
And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the
dull tribunes,
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say against their hearts 'We thank the gods
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 10Our Rome hath such a soldier.'
Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully dined before.
LARTIUSO general,
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 15Hadst thou beheld —
MARCIUSPray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me grieves me. I have done
As you have done; that's what I can; induced
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 20As you have been; that's for my country:
He that has but effected his good will
Hath overta'en mine act.
COMINIUSYou shall not be
The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 25The value of her own: 'twere a concealment
Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
To hide your doings; and to silence that,
Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd,
Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 30In sign of what you are, not to reward
What you have done — before our army hear me.
MARCIUSI have some wounds upon me, and they smart
To hear themselves remember'd.
COMINIUSShould they not,
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 35Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
Whereof we have ta'en good and good store, of all
The treasure in this field achieved and city,
We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth,
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 40Before the common distribution, at
Your only choice.
MARCIUSI thank you, general;
But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 45And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing.
MARCIUSMay these same instruments, which you profane,
Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall
I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 50Made all of false-faced soothing!
When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk,
Let him be made a coverture for the wars!
No more, I say! For that I have not wash'd
My nose that bled, or foil'd some debile wretch. —
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 55Which, without note, here's many else have done, —
You shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical;
As if I loved my little should be dieted
In praises sauced with lies.
COMINIUSAct 1 Sc 9 Ln 60Too modest are you;
More cruel to your good report than grateful
To us that give you truly: by your patience,
If 'gainst yourself you be incensed, we'll put you,
Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles,
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 65Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known,
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Wears this war's garland: in token of the which,
My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 70For what he did before Corioli, call him,
With all the applause and clamour of the host,
CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS! Bear
The addition nobly ever!
AllCaius Marcius Coriolanus!
CORIOLANUSAct 1 Sc 9 Ln 75I will go wash;
And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.
I mean to stride your steed, and at all times
To undercrest your good addition
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 80To the fairness of my power.
COMINIUSSo, to our tent;
Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
To Rome of our success. You, Titus Lartius,
Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 85The best, with whom we may articulate,
For their own good and ours.
LARTIUSI shall, my lord.
CORIOLANUSThe gods begin to mock me. I, that now
Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 90Of my lord general.
COMINIUSTake't; 'tis yours. What is't?
CORIOLANUSI sometime lay here in Corioli
At a poor man's house; he used me kindly:
He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 95But then Aufidius was within my view,
And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
To give my poor host freedom.
COMINIUSO, well begg'd!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should
Act 1 Sc 9 Ln 100Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
LARTIUSMarcius, his name?
CORIOLANUSBy Jupiter! forgot.
I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
Have we no wine here?
COMINIUSAct 1 Sc 9 Ln 105Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
It should be look'd to: come.

ACT I

SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces.

AUFIDIUSThe town is ta'en!
First Soldier'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
AUFIDIUSCondition!
I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Act 1 Sc 10 Ln 5Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition!
What good condition can a treaty find
I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,
I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me,
And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
Act 1 Sc 10 Ln 10As often as we eat. By the elements,
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation
Hath not that honour in't it had; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force,
Act 1 Sc 10 Ln 15True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way
Or wrath or craft may get him.
First SoldierHe's the devil.
AUFIDIUSBolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd
With only suffering stain by him; for him
Act 1 Sc 10 Ln 20Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
Act 1 Sc 10 Ln 25My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city;
Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must
Act 1 Sc 10 Ln 30Be hostages for Rome.
First SoldierWill not you go?
AUFIDIUSI am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you —
'Tis south the city mills — bring me word thither
How the world goes, that to the pace of it
Act 1 Sc 10 Ln 35I may spur on my journey.
First SoldierI shall, sir.

ACT II

SCENE I. Rome. A public place.

MENENIUSThe augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.
BRUTUSGood or bad?
MENENIUSNot according to the prayer of the people, for they
love not Marcius.
SICINIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 5Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
MENENIUSPray you, who does the wolf love?
SICINIUSThe lamb.
MENENIUSAy, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the
noble Marcius.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 10He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.
MENENIUSHe's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.
BothWell, sir.
MENENIUSIn what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you two
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15have not in abundance?
BRUTUSHe's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.
SICINIUSEspecially in pride.
BRUTUSAnd topping all others in boasting.
MENENIUSThis is strange now: do you two know how you are
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the
right-hand file? do you?
BothWhy, how are we censured?
MENENIUSBecause you talk of pride now, — will you not be angry?
BothWell, well, sir, well.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 25Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of
occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience:
give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at
your pleasures; at the least if you take it as a
pleasure to you in being so. You blame Marcius for
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30being proud?
BRUTUSWe do it not alone, sir.
MENENIUSI know you can do very little alone; for your helps
are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous
single: your abilities are too infant-like for
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you
could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,
and make but an interior survey of your good selves!
O that you could!
BRUTUSWhat then, sir?
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 40Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,
proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as
any in Rome.
SICINIUSMenenius, you are known well enough too.
MENENIUSI am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 45loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying
Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in
favouring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-like
upon too trivial motion; one that converses more
with the buttock of the night than with the forehead
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50of the morning: what I think I utter, and spend my
malice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen as
you are — I cannot call you Lycurguses — if the drink
you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a
crooked face at it. I can't say your worships have
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in
compound with the major part of your syllables: and
though I must be content to bear with those that say
you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that
tell you you have good faces. If you see this in
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 60the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known
well enough too? what barm can your bisson
conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be
known well enough too?
BRUTUSCome, sir, come, we know you well enough.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 65You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You
are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs: you
wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a
cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller;
and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to a
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 70second day of audience. When you are hearing a
matter between party and party, if you chance to be
pinched with the colic, you make faces like
mummers; set up the bloody flag against all
patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 75dismiss the controversy bleeding the more entangled
by your hearing: all the peace you make in their
cause is, calling both the parties knaves. You are
a pair of strange ones.
BRUTUSCome, come, you are well understood to be a
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 80perfecter giber for the table than a necessary
bencher in the Capitol.
MENENIUSOur very priests must become mockers, if they shall
encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When
you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 85wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not
so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's
cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-
saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud;
who in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessors
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90since Deucalion, though peradventure some of the
best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to
your worships: more of your conversation would
infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly
plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 95How now, my as fair as noble ladies, — and the moon,
were she earthly, no nobler, — whither do you follow
your eyes so fast?
VOLUMNIAHonourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for
the love of Juno, let's go.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 100Ha! Marcius coming home!
VOLUMNIAAy, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
approbation.
MENENIUSTake my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
Marcius coming home!
VOLUMNIAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 105Nay,'tis true.
VOLUMNIALook, here's a letter from him: the state hath
another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one
at home for you.
MENENIUSI will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 110me!
VIRGILIAYes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw't.
MENENIUSA letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven
years' health; in which time I will make a lip at
the physician: the most sovereign prescription in
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 115Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative,
of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he
not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.
VIRGILIAO, no, no, no.
VOLUMNIAO, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 120So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
victory in his pocket? the wounds become him.
VOLUMNIAOn's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home
with the oaken garland.
MENENIUSHas he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
VOLUMNIAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 125Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
Aufidius got off.
MENENIUSAnd 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that:
an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so
fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 130that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?
VOLUMNIAGood ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate
has letters from the general, wherein he gives my
son the whole name of the war: he hath in this
action outdone his former deeds doubly
VALERIAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 135In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
MENENIUSWondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his
true purchasing.
VIRGILIAThe gods grant them true!
VOLUMNIATrue! pow, wow.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 140True! I'll be sworn they are true.
Where is he wounded?
God save your good worships! Marcius is coming
home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?
VOLUMNIAI' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 145large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall
stand for his place. He received in the repulse of
Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.
MENENIUSOne i' the neck, and two i' the thigh, — there's
nine that I know.
VOLUMNIAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 150He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five
wounds upon him.
MENENIUSNow it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
Hark! the trumpets.
VOLUMNIAThese are the ushers of Marcius: before him he
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 155carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:
Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie;
Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.
HeraldKnow, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight
Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 160With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these
In honour follows Coriolanus.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
AllWelcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
CORIOLANUSNo more of this; it does offend my heart:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 165Pray now, no more.
COMINIUSLook, sir, your mother!
CORIOLANUSO,
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
For my prosperity!
VOLUMNIAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 170Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly named, —
What is it? — Coriolanus must I call thee? —
But O, thy wife!
CORIOLANUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 175My gracious silence, hail!
Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ay, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
And mothers that lack sons.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 180Now, the gods crown thee!
CORIOLANUSAnd live you yet?
O my sweet lady, pardon.
VOLUMNIAI know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 185A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep
And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.
A curse begin at very root on's heart,
That is not glad to see thee! You are three
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 190We have some old crab-trees here
at home that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:
We call a nettle but a nettle and
The faults of fools but folly.
COMINIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 195Ever right.
CORIOLANUSMenenius ever, ever.
HeraldGive way there, and go on!
CORIOLANUS Your hand, and yours:
Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 200The good patricians must be visited;
From whom I have received not only greetings,
But with them change of honours.
VOLUMNIAI have lived
To see inherited my very wishes
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 205And the buildings of my fancy: only
There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
Our Rome will cast upon thee.
CORIOLANUSKnow, good mother,
I had rather be their servant in my way,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 210Than sway with them in theirs.
COMINIUSOn, to the Capitol!
BRUTUSAll tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights
Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 215While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed
With variable complexions, all agreeing
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 220In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens
Do press among the popular throngs and puff
To win a vulgar station: or veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 225Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slily crept into his human powers
And gave him graceful posture.
SICINIUSOn the sudden,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 230I warrant him consul.
BRUTUSThen our office may,
During his power, go sleep.
SICINIUSHe cannot temperately transport his honours
From where he should begin and end, but will
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 235Lose those he hath won.
BRUTUSIn that there's comfort.
SICINIUSDoubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Upon their ancient malice will forget
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 240With the least cause these his new honours, which
That he will give them make I as little question
As he is proud to do't.
BRUTUSI heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 245Appear i' the market-place nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility;
Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.
SICINIUS'Tis right.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 250It was his word: O, he would miss it rather
Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him,
And the desire of the nobles.
SICINIUSI wish no better
Than have him hold that purpose and to put it
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 255In execution.
BRUTUS'Tis most like he will.
SICINIUSIt shall be to him then as our good wills,
A sure destruction.
BRUTUSSo it must fall out
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 260To him or our authorities. For an end,
We must suggest the people in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to's power he would
Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and
Dispropertied their freedoms, holding them,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 265In human action and capacity,
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
Than camels in the war, who have their provand
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.
SICINIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 270This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall touch the people — which time shall not want,
If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy
As to set dogs on sheep — will be his fire
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 275To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.
BRUTUSWhat's the matter?
MessengerYou are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought
That Marcius shall be consul:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 280I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and
The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 285A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts:
I never saw the like.
BRUTUSLet's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.
SICINIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 290Have with you.

ACT II

SCENE II. The same. The Capitol.

First OfficerCome, come, they are almost here. How many stand
for consulships?
Second OfficerThree, they say: but 'tis thought of every one
Coriolanus will carry it.
First OfficerAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 5That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and
loves not the common people.
Second OfficerFaith, there had been many great men that have
flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there
be many that they have loved, they know not
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why,
they hate upon no better a ground: therefore, for
Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate
him manifests the true knowledge he has in their
disposition; and out of his noble carelessness lets
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15them plainly see't.
First OfficerIf he did not care whether he had their love or no,
he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither
good nor harm: but he seeks their hate with greater
devotion than can render it him; and leaves
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20nothing undone that may fully discover him their
opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and
displeasure of the people is as bad as that which he
dislikes, to flatter them for their love.
Second OfficerHe hath deserved worthily of his country: and his
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 25ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who,
having been supple and courteous to the people,
bonneted, without any further deed to have them at
an into their estimation and report: but he hath so
planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30in their hearts, that for their tongues to be
silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of
ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a
malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck
reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.
First OfficerAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 35No more of him; he is a worthy man: make way, they
are coming.
MENENIUSHaving determined of the Volsces and
To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
As the main point of this our after-meeting,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40To gratify his noble service that
Hath thus stood for his country: therefore,
please you,
Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 45In our well-found successes, to report
A little of that worthy work perform'd
By Caius Marcius Coriolanus, whom
We met here both to thank and to remember
With honours like himself.
First SenatorAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 50Speak, good Cominius:
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Rather our state's defective for requital
Than we to stretch it out.
Masters o' the people,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55We do request your kindest ears, and after,
Your loving motion toward the common body,
To yield what passes here.
SICINIUSWe are convented
Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60Inclinable to honour and advance
The theme of our assembly.
BRUTUSWhich the rather
We shall be blest to do, if he remember
A kinder value of the people than
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 65He hath hereto prized them at.
MENENIUSThat's off, that's off;
I would you rather had been silent. Please you
To hear Cominius speak?
BRUTUSMost willingly;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70But yet my caution was more pertinent
Than the rebuke you give it.
MENENIUSHe loves your people
But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
Worthy Cominius, speak.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75Nay, keep your place.
First SenatorSit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear
What you have nobly done.
CORIOLANUSYour horror's pardon:
I had rather have my wounds to heal again
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80Than hear say how I got them.
BRUTUSSir, I hope
My words disbench'd you not.
CORIOLANUSNo, sir: yet oft,
When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 85You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but
your people,
I love them as they weigh.
MENENIUSPray now, sit down.
CORIOLANUSI had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90When the alarum were struck than idly sit
To hear my nothings monster'd.
MENENIUSMasters of the people,
Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter —
That's thousand to one good one — when you now see
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 95He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.
COMINIUSI shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 105Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian chin he drove
The bristled lips before him: be bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman and i' the consul's view
Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115And in the brunt of seventeen battles since
He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers;
And by his rare example made the coward
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120Turn terror into sport: as weeds before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd
And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd
The mortal gate of the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny; aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli like a planet: now all's his:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 135'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting.
MENENIUSWorthy man!
First SenatorHe cannot but with measure fit the honours
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 140Which we devise him.
COMINIUSOur spoils he kick'd at,
And look'd upon things precious as they were
The common muck of the world: he covets less
Than misery itself would give; rewards
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 145His deeds with doing them, and is content
To spend the time to end it.
MENENIUSHe's right noble:
Let him be call'd for.
First SenatorCall Coriolanus.
OfficerAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 150He doth appear.
MENENIUSThe senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
To make thee consul.
CORIOLANUSI do owe them still
My life and services.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 155It then remains
That you do speak to the people.
CORIOLANUSI do beseech you,
Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 160For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
That I may pass this doing.
SICINIUSSir, the people
Must have their voices; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 165Put them not to't:
Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Your honour with your form.
CORIOLANUSIt is apart
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 170That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Be taken from the people.
BRUTUSMark you that?
CORIOLANUSTo brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 175As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only!
MENENIUSDo not stand upon't.
We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 180Wish we all joy and honour.
SenatorsTo Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
BRUTUSYou see how he intends to use the people.
SICINIUSMay they perceive's intent! He will require them,
As if he did contemn what he requested
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 185Should be in them to give.
BRUTUSCome, we'll inform them
Of our proceedings here: on the marketplace,
I know, they do attend us.

ACT II

SCENE III. The same. The Forum.

First CitizenOnce, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.
Second CitizenWe may, sir, if we will.
Third CitizenWe have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a
power that we have no power to do; for if he show us
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 5his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our
tongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, if
he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him
our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is
monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 10were to make a monster of the multitude: of the
which we being members, should bring ourselves to be
monstrous members.
First CitizenAnd to make us no better thought of, a little help
will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 15himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.
Third CitizenWe have been called so of many; not that our heads
are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald,
but that our wits are so diversely coloured: and
truly I think if all our wits were to issue out of
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 20one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south,
and their consent of one direct way should be at
once to all the points o' the compass.
Second CitizenThink you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
fly?
Third CitizenAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 25Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but
if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.
Second CitizenWhy that way?
Third CitizenTo lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 30melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.
Second CitizenYou are never without your tricks: you may, you may.
Third CitizenAre you all resolved to give your voices? But
that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 35say, if he would incline to the people, there was
never a worthier man.
Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his
behavior. We are not to stay all together, but to
come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 40by threes. He's to make his requests by
particulars; wherein every one of us has a single
honour, in giving him our own voices with our own
tongues: therefore follow me, and I direct you how
you shall go by him.
AllAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 45Content, content.
MENENIUSO sir, you are not right: have you not known
The worthiest men have done't?
CORIOLANUSWhat must I say?
'I Pray, sir' — Plague upon't! I cannot bring
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 50My tongue to such a pace: — 'Look, sir, my wounds!
I got them in my country's service, when
Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran
From the noise of our own drums.'
MENENIUSO me, the gods!
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 55You must not speak of that: you must desire them
To think upon you.
CORIOLANUSThink upon me! hang 'em!
I would they would forget me, like the virtues
Which our divines lose by 'em.
MENENIUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 60You'll mar all:
I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
In wholesome manner.
CORIOLANUSBid them wash their faces
And keep their teeth clean.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 65So, here comes a brace.
You know the cause, air, of my standing here.
Third CitizenWe do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't.
CORIOLANUSMine own desert.
Second CitizenYour own desert!
CORIOLANUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 70Ay, but not mine own desire.
Third CitizenHow not your own desire?
CORIOLANUSNo, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
poor with begging.
Third CitizenYou must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 75gain by you.
CORIOLANUSWell then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?
First CitizenThe price is to ask it kindly.
CORIOLANUSKindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
show you, which shall be yours in private. Your
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 80good voice, sir; what say you?
Second CitizenYou shall ha' it, worthy sir.
CORIOLANUSA match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices
begged. I have your alms: adieu.
Third CitizenBut this is something odd.
Second CitizenAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 85An 'twere to give again, — but 'tis no matter.
CORIOLANUSPray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
voices that I may be consul, I have here the
customary gown.
Fourth CitizenYou have deserved nobly of your country, and you
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 90have not deserved nobly.
CORIOLANUSYour enigma?
Fourth CitizenYou have been a scourge to her enemies, you have
been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved
the common people.
CORIOLANUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 95You should account me the more virtuous that I have
not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my
sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer
estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account
gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 100rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise
the insinuating nod and be off to them most
counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the
bewitchment of some popular man and give it
bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 105I may be consul.
Fifth CitizenWe hope to find you our friend; and therefore give
you our voices heartily.
Fourth CitizenYou have received many wounds for your country.
CORIOLANUSI will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 110will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.
Both CitizensThe gods give you joy, sir, heartily!
CORIOLANUSMost sweet voices!
Better it is to die, better to starve,
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 115Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:
What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 120And mountainous error be too highly heapt
For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,
Let the high office and the honour go
To one that would do thus. I am half through;
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 125Here come more voices.
Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
Watch'd for your voices; for Your voices bear
Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six
I have seen and heard of; for your voices have
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 130Done many things, some less, some more your voices:
Indeed I would be consul.
Sixth CitizenHe has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest
man's voice.
Seventh CitizenTherefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 135and make him good friend to the people!
All CitizensAmen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!
CORIOLANUSWorthy voices!
MENENIUSYou have stood your limitation; and the tribunes
Endue you with the people's voice: remains
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 140That, in the official marks invested, you
Anon do meet the senate.
CORIOLANUSIs this done?
SICINIUSThe custom of request you have discharged:
The people do admit you, and are summon'd
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 145To meet anon, upon your approbation.
CORIOLANUSWhere? at the senate-house?
SICINIUSThere, Coriolanus.
CORIOLANUSMay I change these garments?
SICINIUSYou may, sir.
CORIOLANUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 150That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
Repair to the senate-house.
MENENIUSI'll keep you company. Will you along?
BRUTUSWe stay here for the people.
SICINIUSFare you well.
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 155He has it now, and by his looks methink
'Tis warm at 's heart.
BRUTUSWith a proud heart he wore his humble weeds.
will you dismiss the people?
SICINIUSHow now, my masters! have you chose this man?
First CitizenAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 160He has our voices, sir.
BRUTUSWe pray the gods he may deserve your loves.
Second CitizenAmen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice,
He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.
Third CitizenCertainly
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 165He flouted us downright.
First CitizenNo,'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.
Second CitizenNot one amongst us, save yourself, but says
He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us
His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.
SICINIUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 170Why, so he did, I am sure.
CitizensNo, no; no man saw 'em.
Third CitizenHe said he had wounds, which he could show
in private;
And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 175'I would be consul,' says he: 'aged custom,
But by your voices, will not so permit me;
Your voices therefore.' When we granted that,
Here was 'I thank you for your voices: thank you:
Your most sweet voices: now you have left
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 180your voices,
I have no further with you.' Was not this mockery?
SICINIUSWhy either were you ignorant to see't,
Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness
To yield your voices?
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 185Could you not have told him
As you were lesson'd, when he had no power,
But was a petty servant to the state,
He was your enemy, ever spake against
Your liberties and the charters that you bear
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 190I' the body of the weal; and now, arriving
A place of potency and sway o' the state,
If he should still malignantly remain
Fast foe to the plebeii, your voices might
Be curses to yourselves? You should have said
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 195That as his worthy deeds did claim no less
Than what he stood for, so his gracious nature
Would think upon you for your voices and
Translate his malice towards you into love,
Standing your friendly lord.
SICINIUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 200Thus to have said,
As you were fore-advised, had touch'd his spirit
And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd
Either his gracious promise, which you might,
As cause had call'd you up, have held him to
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 205Or else it would have gall'd his surly nature,
Which easily endures not article
Tying him to aught; so putting him to rage,
You should have ta'en the advantage of his choler
And pass'd him unelected.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 210Did you perceive
He did solicit you in free contempt
When he did need your loves, and do you think
That his contempt shall not be bruising to you,
When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 215No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry
Against the rectorship of judgment?
SICINIUSHave you
Ere now denied the asker? and now again
Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 220Your sued-for tongues?
Third CitizenHe's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet.
Second CitizenAnd will deny him:
I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.
First CitizenI twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 225Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends,
They have chose a consul that will from them take
Their liberties; make them of no more voice
Than dogs that are as often beat for barking
As therefore kept to do so.
SICINIUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 230Let them assemble,
And on a safer judgment all revoke
Your ignorant election; enforce his pride,
And his old hate unto you; besides, forget not
With what contempt he wore the humble weed,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 235How in his suit he scorn'd you; but your loves,
Thinking upon his services, took from you
The apprehension of his present portance,
Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After the inveterate hate he bears you.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 240Lay
A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured,
No impediment between, but that you must
Cast your election on him.
SICINIUSSay, you chose him
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 245More after our commandment than as guided
By your own true affections, and that your minds,
Preoccupied with what you rather must do
Than what you should, made you against the grain
To voice him consul: lay the fault on us.
BRUTUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 250Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you.
How youngly he began to serve his country,
How long continued, and what stock he springs of,
The noble house o' the Marcians, from whence came
That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's son,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 255Who, after great Hostilius, here was king;
Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,
That our beat water brought by conduits hither;
nobly named so,
censor,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 260Was his great ancestor.
SICINIUSOne thus descended,
That hath beside well in his person wrought
To be set high in place, we did commend
To your remembrances: but you have found,
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 265Scaling his present bearing with his past,
That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke
Your sudden approbation.
BRUTUSSay, you ne'er had done't —
Harp on that still — but by our putting on;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 270And presently, when you have drawn your number,
Repair to the Capitol.
AllWe will so: almost all
Repent in their election.
BRUTUSLet them go on;
Act 2 Sc 3 Ln 275This mutiny were better put in hazard,
Than stay, past doubt, for greater:
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage
With their refusal, both observe and answer
The vantage of his anger.
SICINIUSAct 2 Sc 3 Ln 280To the Capitol, come:
We will be there before the stream o' the people;
And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,
Which we have goaded onward.

ACT III

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

CORIOLANUSTullus Aufidius then had made new head?
LARTIUSHe had, my lord; and that it was which caused
Our swifter composition.
CORIOLANUSSo then the Volsces stand but as at first,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
Upon's again.
COMINIUSThey are worn, lord consul, so,
That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 10Saw you Aufidius?
LARTIUSOn safe-guard he came to me; and did curse
Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.
CORIOLANUSSpoke he of me?
LARTIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 15He did, my lord.
CORIOLANUSHow? what?
LARTIUSHow often he had met you, sword to sword;
That of all things upon the earth he hated
Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be call'd your vanquisher.
CORIOLANUSAt Antium lives he?
LARTIUSAt Antium.
CORIOLANUSI wish I had a cause to seek him there,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 25To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,
The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them;
For they do prank them in authority,
Against all noble sufferance.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 30Pass no further.
CORIOLANUSHa! what is that?
BRUTUSIt will be dangerous to go on: no further.
CORIOLANUSWhat makes this change?
MENENIUSThe matter?
COMINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 35Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
BRUTUSCominius, no.
CORIOLANUSHave I had children's voices?
First SenatorTribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
BRUTUSThe people are incensed against him.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 40Stop,
Or all will fall in broil.
CORIOLANUSAre these your herd?
Must these have voices, that can yield them now
And straight disclaim their tongues? What are
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 45your offices?
You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
Have you not set them on?
MENENIUSBe calm, be calm.
CORIOLANUSIt is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50To curb the will of the nobility:
Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule
Nor ever will be ruled.
BRUTUSCall't not a plot:
The people cry you mock'd them, and of late,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55When corn was given them gratis, you repined;
Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
CORIOLANUSWhy, this was known before.
BRUTUSNot to them all.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 60Have you inform'd them sithence?
BRUTUSHow! I inform them!
CORIOLANUSYou are like to do such business.
BRUTUSNot unlike,
Each way, to better yours.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 65Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.
SICINIUSYou show too much of that
For which the people stir: if you will pass
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.
MENENIUSLet's be calm.
COMINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 75The people are abused; set on. This paltering
Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
I' the plain way of his merit.
CORIOLANUSTell me of corn!
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 80This was my speech, and I will speak't again —
MENENIUSNot now, not now.
First SenatorNot in this heat, sir, now.
CORIOLANUSNow, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
I crave their pardons:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
Regard me as I do not flatter, and
Therein behold themselves: I say again,
In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 90Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd,
and scatter'd,
By mingling them with us, the honour'd number,
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 95Well, no more.
First SenatorNo more words, we beseech you.
CORIOLANUSHow! no more!
As for my country I have shed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 100Coin words till their decay against those measles,
Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought
The very way to catch them.
BRUTUSYou speak o' the people,
As if you were a god to punish, not
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 105A man of their infirmity.
SICINIUS'Twere well
We let the people know't.
MENENIUSWhat, what? his choler?
CORIOLANUSCholer!
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
SICINIUSIt is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 115Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute 'shall'?
COMINIUS'Twas from the canon.
CORIOLANUS'Shall'!
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 120O good but most unwise patricians! why,
You grave but reckless senators, have you thus
Given Hydra here to choose an officer,
That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but
The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 125To say he'll turn your current in a ditch,
And make your channel his? If he have power
Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake
Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd,
Be not as common fools; if you are not,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 130Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
If they be senators: and they are no less,
When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste
Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate,
And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,'
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 135His popular 'shall' against a graver bench
Than ever frown in Greece. By Jove himself!
It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 140May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take
The one by the other.
COMINIUSWell, on to the market-place.
CORIOLANUSWhoever gave that counsel, to give forth
The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145Sometime in Greece, —
MENENIUSWell, well, no more of that.
CORIOLANUSThough there the people had more absolute power,
I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.
BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 150Why, shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?
CORIOLANUSI'll give my reasons,
More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
Was not our recompense, resting well assured
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 155That ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war,
Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,
They would not thread the gates. This kind of service
Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' the war
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 160Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation
Which they have often made against the senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the motive
Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bisson multitude digest
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 165The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
What's like to be their words: 'we did request it;
We are the greater poll, and in true fear
They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase
The nature of our seats and make the rabble
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 170Call our cares fears; which will in time
Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in
The crows to peck the eagles.
MENENIUSCome, enough.
BRUTUSEnough, with over-measure.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 175No, take more:
What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
Seal what I end withal! This double worship,
Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
Insult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 180Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
Of general ignorance, — it must omit
Real necessities, and give way the while
To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd,
it follows,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 185Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you, —
You that will be less fearful than discreet,
That love the fundamental part of state
More than you doubt the change on't, that prefer
A noble life before a long, and wish
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 190To jump a body with a dangerous physic
That's sure of death without it, at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick
The sweet which is their poison: your dishonour
Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 195Of that integrity which should become't,
Not having the power to do the good it would,
For the in which doth control't.
BRUTUSHas said enough.
SICINIUSHas spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 200As traitors do.
CORIOLANUSThou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!
What should the people do with these bald tribunes?
On whom depending, their obedience fails
To the greater bench: in a rebellion,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 205When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,
Then were they chosen: in a better hour,
Let what is meet be said it must be meet,
And throw their power i' the dust.
BRUTUSManifest treason!
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 210This a consul? no.
BRUTUSThe aediles, ho!
Let him be apprehended.
SICINIUSGo, call the people:
in whose name myself
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 215Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,
A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer.
CORIOLANUSHence, old goat!
Senators, &CWe'll surety him.
COMINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 220Aged sir, hands off.
CORIOLANUSHence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.
SICINIUSHelp, ye citizens!
MENENIUSOn both sides more respect.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 225Here's he that would take from you all your power.
BRUTUSSeize him, AEdiles!
CitizensDown with him! down with him!
Senators, &CWeapons, weapons, weapons!
'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!'
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 230'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!'
'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!'
MENENIUSWhat is about to be? I am out of breath;
Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 235Speak, good Sicinius.
SICINIUSHear me, people; peace!
CitizensLet's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak.
SICINIUSYou are at point to lose your liberties:
Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 240Whom late you have named for consul.
MENENIUSFie, fie, fie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
First SenatorTo unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
SICINIUSWhat is the city but the people?
CitizensAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 245True,
The people are the city.
BRUTUSBy the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magistrates.
CitizensYou so remain.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 250And so are like to do.
COMINIUSThat is the way to lay the city flat;
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 255This deserves death.
BRUTUSOr let us stand to our authority,
Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,
Upon the part o' the people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 260Of present death.
SICINIUSTherefore lay hold of him;
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.
BRUTUSAEdiles, seize him!
CitizensAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 265Yield, Marcius, yield!
MENENIUSHear me one word;
Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
AEdilePeace, peace!
MENENIUS Be that you seem, truly your
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 270country's friend,
And temperately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.
BRUTUSSir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 275Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the rock.
CORIOLANUSNo, I'll die here.
There's some among you have beheld me fighting:
Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 280Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
BRUTUSLay hands upon him.
COMINIUSHelp Marcius, help,
You that be noble; help him, young and old!
CitizensDown with him, down with him!
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 285Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
All will be naught else.
Second SenatorGet you gone.
COMINIUSStand fast;
We have as many friends as enemies.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 290Sham it be put to that?
First SenatorThe gods forbid!
I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.
MENENIUSFor 'tis a sore upon us,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 295You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
COMINIUSCome, sir, along with us.
CORIOLANUSI would they were barbarians — as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd — not Romans — as they are not,
Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol —
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 300Be gone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
One time will owe another.
CORIOLANUSOn fair ground
I could beat forty of them.
COMINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 305I could myself
Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
two tribunes:
But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 310Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
What they are used to bear.
MENENIUSPray you, be gone:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 315I'll try whether my old wit be in request
With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
With cloth of any colour.
COMINIUSNay, come away.
A PatricianThis man has marr'd his fortune.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 320His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 325He heard the name of death.
Here's goodly work!
Second PatricianI would they were abed!
MENENIUSI would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
Could he not speak 'em fair?
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 330Where is this viper
That would depopulate the city and
Be every man himself?
MENENIUSYou worthy tribunes, —
SICINIUSHe shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 335With rigorous hands: he hath resisted law,
And therefore law shall scorn him further trial
Than the severity of the public power
Which he so sets at nought.
First CitizenHe shall well know
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 340The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
And we their hands.
CitizensHe shall, sure on't.
MENENIUSSir, sir, —
SICINIUSPeace!
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 345Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
With modest warrant.
SICINIUSSir, how comes't that you
Have holp to make this rescue?
MENENIUSHear me speak:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 350As I do know the consul's worthiness,
So can I name his faults, —
SICINIUSConsul! what consul?
MENENIUSThe consul Coriolanus.
BRUTUSHe consul!
CitizensAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 355No, no, no, no, no.
MENENIUSIf, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,
I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;
The which shall turn you to no further harm
Than so much loss of time.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 360Speak briefly then;
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous traitor: to eject him hence
Were but one danger, and to keep him here
Our certain death: therefore it is decreed
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 365He dies to-night.
MENENIUSNow the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 370Should now eat up her own!
SICINIUSHe's a disease that must be cut away.
MENENIUSO, he's a limb that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
What has he done to Rome that's worthy death?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 375Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost —
Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an ounce — he dropp'd it for his country;
And what is left, to lose it by his country,
Were to us all, that do't and suffer it,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 380A brand to the end o' the world.
SICINIUSThis is clean kam.
BRUTUSMerely awry: when he did love his country,
It honour'd him.
MENENIUSThe service of the foot
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 385Being once gangrened, is not then respected
For what before it was.
BRUTUSWe'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 390Spread further.
MENENIUSOne word more, one word.
This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late
Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 395Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
And sack great Rome with Romans.
BRUTUSIf it were so, —
SICINIUSWhat do ye talk?
Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 400Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.
MENENIUSConsider this: he has been bred i' the wars
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd
In bolted language; meal and bran together
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 405I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmost peril.
First SenatorNoble tribunes,
It is the humane way: the other course
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 410Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.
SICINIUSNoble Menenius,
Be you then as the people's officer.
Masters, lay down your weapons.
BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 415Go not home.
SICINIUSMeet on the market-place. We'll attend you there:
Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed
In our first way.
MENENIUSI'll bring him to you.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 420Let me desire your company: he must come,
Or what is worst will follow.
First SenatorPray you, let's to him.

ACT III

SCENE II. A room in CORIOLANUS'S house.

CORIOLANUSLet them puff all about mine ears, present me
Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels,
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.
A PatricianYou do the nobler.
CORIOLANUSI muse my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10To call them woollen vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.
VOLUMNIAO, sir, sir, sir,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.
CORIOLANUSLet go.
VOLUMNIAYou might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so; lesser had been
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25The thwartings of your dispositions, if
You had not show'd them how ye were disposed
Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
CORIOLANUSLet them hang.
A PatricianAy, and burn too.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 30Come, come, you have been too rough, something
too rough;
You must return and mend it.
First SenatorThere's no remedy;
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35Cleave in the midst, and perish.
VOLUMNIAPray, be counsell'd:
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 40Well said, noble woman?
Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 45What must I do?
MENENIUSReturn to the tribunes.
CORIOLANUSWell, what then? what then?
MENENIUSRepent what you have spoke.
CORIOLANUSFor them! I cannot do it to the gods;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50Must I then do't to them?
VOLUMNIAYou are too absolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble,
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
In peace what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there.
CORIOLANUSTush, tush!
MENENIUSA good demand.
VOLUMNIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 60If it be honour in your wars to seem
The same you are not, which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war, since that to both
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 65It stands in like request?
CORIOLANUSWhy force you this?
VOLUMNIABecause that now it lies you on to speak
To the people; not by your own instruction,
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70But with such words that are but rooted in
Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables
Of no allowance to your bosom's truth.
Now, this no more dishonours you at all
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75Which else would put you to your fortune and
The hazard of much blood.
I would dissemble with my nature where
My fortunes and my friends at stake required
I should do so in honour: I am in this,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 80Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
And you will rather show our general louts
How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em,
For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
Of what that want might ruin.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 85Noble lady!
Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.
VOLUMNIAI prithee now, my son,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 90Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch'd it — here be with them —
Thy knee bussing the stones — for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the ears — waving thy head,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 95Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power and person.
MENENIUSThis but done,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 105Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
As words to little purpose.
VOLUMNIAPrithee now,
Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 110Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
COMINIUSI have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness or by absence: all's in anger.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 115Only fair speech.
COMINIUSI think 'twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his spirit.
VOLUMNIAHe must, and will
Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 120Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 125And throw't against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life.
COMINIUSCome, come, we'll prompt you.
VOLUMNIAI prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 130My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Thou hast not done before.
CORIOLANUSWell, I must do't:
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 135Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 140The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath received an alms! I will not do't,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 145And by my body's action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
VOLUMNIAAt thy choice, then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 150Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 155Pray, 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 beloved
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul;
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I' the way of flattery further.
VOLUMNIADo your will.
COMINIUSAway! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 165To answer mildly; for they are prepared
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.
CORIOLANUSThe word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
Let them accuse me by invention, I
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 170Will answer in mine honour.
MENENIUSAy, but mildly.
CORIOLANUSWell, mildly be it then. Mildly!

ACT III

SCENE III. The same. The Forum.

BRUTUSIn this point charge him home, that he affects
Tyrannical power: if he evade us there,
Enforce him with his envy to the people,
And that the spoil got on the Antiates
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 5Was ne'er distributed.
What, will he come?
AEdileHe's coming.
BRUTUSHow accompanied?
AEdileWith old Menenius, and those senators
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 10That always favour'd him.
SICINIUSHave you a catalogue
Of all the voices that we have procured
Set down by the poll?
AEdileI have; 'tis ready.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 15Have you collected them by tribes?
AEdileI have.
SICINIUSAssemble presently the people hither;
And when they bear me say 'It shall be so
I' the right and strength o' the commons,' be it either
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 20For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them
If I say fine, cry 'Fine;' if death, cry 'Death.'
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i' the truth o' the cause.
AEdileI shall inform them.
BRUTUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 25And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confused
Enforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence.
AEdileVery well.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 30Make them be strong and ready for this hint,
When we shall hap to give 't them.
BRUTUSGo about it.
Put him to choler straight: he hath been used
Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 35Of contradiction: being once chafed, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and that is there which looks
With us to break his neck.
SICINIUSWell, here he comes.
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 40Calmly, I do beseech you.
CORIOLANUSAy, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece
Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods
Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men! plant love among 's!
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 45Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
And not our streets with war!
First SenatorAmen, amen.
MENENIUSA noble wish.
SICINIUSDraw near, ye people.
AEdileAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 50List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!
CORIOLANUSFirst, hear me speak.
Both TribunesWell, say. Peace, ho!
CORIOLANUSShall I be charged no further than this present?
Must all determine here?
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 55I 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 proved upon you?
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 60I am content.
MENENIUSLo, citizens, he says he is content:
The warlike service he has done, consider; think
Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i' the holy churchyard.
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 65Scratches with briers,
Scars to move laughter only.
MENENIUSConsider further,
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier: do not take
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 70His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather than envy you.
COMINIUSWell, well, no more.
CORIOLANUSWhat is the matter
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 75That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd that the very hour
You take it off again?
SICINIUSAnswer to us.
CORIOLANUSSay, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 80We charge you, that you have contrived to take
From Rome all season'd office and to wind
Yourself into a power tyrannical;
For which you are a traitor to the people.
CORIOLANUSHow! traitor!
MENENIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 85Nay, temperately; your promise.
CORIOLANUSThe fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people!
Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 90Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods.
SICINIUSMark you this, people?
CitizensTo the rock, to the rock with him!
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 95Peace!
We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have seen him do and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes and here defying
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 100Those whose great power must try him; even this,
So criminal and in such capital kind,
Deserves the extremest death.
BRUTUSBut since he hath
Served well for Rome, —
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 105What do you prate of service?
BRUTUSI talk of that, that know it.
CORIOLANUSYou?
MENENIUSIs this the promise that you made your mother?
COMINIUSKnow, I pray you, —
CORIOLANUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 110I know no further:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 115Nor cheque my courage for what they can give,
To have't with saying 'Good morrow.'
SICINIUSFor that he has,
As much as in him lies, from time to time
Envied against the people, seeking means
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 120To pluck away their power, as now at last
Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
That do distribute it; in the name o' the people
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 125Even from this instant, banish him our city,
In peril of precipitation
From off the rock Tarpeian never more
To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name,
I say it shall be so.
CitizensAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 130It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:
He's banish'd, and it shall be so.
COMINIUSHear me, my masters, and my common friends, —
SICINIUSHe's sentenced; no more hearing.
COMINIUSLet me speak:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 135I have been consul, and can show for 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, her womb's increase,
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 140And treasure of my loins; then if I would
Speak that, —
SICINIUSWe know your drift: speak what?
BRUTUSThere's no more to be said, but he is banish'd,
As enemy to the people and his country:
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 145It shall be so.
CitizensIt shall be so, it shall be so.
CORIOLANUSYou common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 150That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 155To banish your defenders; till at length
Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
Making not reservation of yourselves,
Still your own foes, deliver you as most
Abated captives to some nation
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 160That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.
AEdileThe people's enemy is gone, is gone!
CitizensOur enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!
SICINIUSAct 3 Sc 3 Ln 165Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,
As he hath followed you, with all despite;
Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard
Attend us through the city.
CitizensCome, come; let's see him out at gates; come.
Act 3 Sc 3 Ln 170The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Rome. Before a gate of the city.

CORIOLANUSCome, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,
Where is your ancient courage? you were used
To say extremity was the trier of spirits;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 5That common chances common men could bear;
That when the sea was calm all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows,
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
A noble cunning: you were used to load me
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10With precepts that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.
VIRGILIAO heavens! O heavens!
CORIOLANUSNay! prithee, woman, —
VOLUMNIANow the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15And occupations perish!
CORIOLANUSWhat, what, what!
I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother.
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
If you had been the wife of Hercules,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 20Six of his labours you'ld have done, and saved
Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother:
I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
I have seen thee stem, and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women
'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 30My hazards still have been your solace: and
Believe't not lightly — though I go alone,
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen — your son
Will or exceed the common or be caught
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35With cautelous baits and practise.
VOLUMNIAMy first son.
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
With thee awhile: determine on some course,
More than a wild exposture to each chance
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40That starts i' the way before thee.
CORIOLANUSO the gods!
COMINIUSI'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us
And we of thee: so if the time thrust forth
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 45A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
O'er the vast world to seek a single man,
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
I' the absence of the needer.
CORIOLANUSFare ye well:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 50Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate.
Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55Bid 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.
MENENIUSThat's worthily
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 60As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep.
If I could shake off but one seven years
From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
I'ld with thee every foot.
CORIOLANUSGive me thy hand: Come.

ACT IV

SCENE II. The same. A street near the gate.

SICINIUSBid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further.
The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided
In his behalf.
BRUTUSNow we have shown our power,
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5Let us seem humbler after it is done
Than when it was a-doing.
SICINIUSBid them home:
Say their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 10Dismiss them home.
Here comes his mother.
SICINIUSLet's not meet her.
BRUTUSWhy?
SICINIUSThey say she's mad.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 15They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.
VOLUMNIAO, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
Requite your love!
MENENIUSPeace, peace; be not so loud.
VOLUMNIAIf that I could for weeping, you should hear, —
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20Nay, and you shall hear some.
Will you be gone?
VIRGILIA You shall stay too: I would I had the power
To say so to my husband.
SICINIUSAre you mankind?
VOLUMNIAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 25Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool.
Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome
Than thou hast spoken words?
SICINIUSO blessed heavens!
VOLUMNIAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 30More noble blows than ever thou wise words;
And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go:
Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.
SICINIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 35What then?
VIRGILIAWhat then!
He'ld make an end of thy posterity.
VOLUMNIABastards and all.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
MENENIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 40Come, come, peace.
SICINIUSI would he had continued to his country
As he began, and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.
BRUTUSI would he had.
VOLUMNIAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 45'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble:
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have earth to know.
BRUTUSPray, let us go.
VOLUMNIAAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 50Now, pray, sir, get you gone:
You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this: —
As far as doth the Capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome, so far my son —
This lady's husband here, this, do you see —
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 55Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.
BRUTUSWell, well, we'll leave you.
SICINIUSWhy stay we to be baited
With one that wants her wits?
VOLUMNIATake my prayers with you.
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 60I would the gods had nothing else to do
But to confirm my curses! Could I meet 'em
But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
Of what lies heavy to't.
MENENIUSYou have told them home;
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 65And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
VOLUMNIAAnger'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.
MENENIUSAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 70Fie, fie, fie!

ACT IV

SCENE III. A highway between Rome and Antium.

RomanI know you well, sir, and you know
me: your name, I think, is Adrian.
VolsceIt is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.
RomanI am a Roman; and my services are,
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 5as you are, against 'em: know you me yet?
VolsceNicanor? no.
RomanThe same, sir.
VolsceYou had more beard when I last saw you; but your
favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 10news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state,
to find you out there: you have well saved me a
day's journey.
RomanThere hath been in Rome strange insurrections; the
people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
VolsceAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 15Hath been! is it ended, then? Our state thinks not
so: they are in a most warlike preparation, and
hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.
RomanThe main blaze of it is past, but a small thing
would make it flame again: for the nobles receive
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 20so to heart the banishment of that worthy
Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take
all power from the people and to pluck from them
their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can
tell you, and is almost mature for the violent
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 25breaking out.
VolsceCoriolanus banished!
RomanBanished, sir.
VolsceYou will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.
RomanThe day serves well for them now. I have heard it
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 30said, 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.
VolsceAct 4 Sc 3 Ln 35He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus
accidentally to encounter you: you have ended my
business, and I will merrily accompany you home.
RomanI shall, between this and supper, tell you most
strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 40their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?
VolsceA most royal one; the centurions and their charges,
distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment,
and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
RomanI am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the
Act 4 Sc 3 Ln 45man, I think, that shall set them in present action.
So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.
VolsceYou take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause
to be glad of yours.
RomanWell, let us go together.

ACT IV

SCENE IV. Antium. Before Aufidius's house.

CORIOLANUSA goodly city is this Antium. City,
'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 5Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
In puny battle slay me.
Save you, sir.
CitizenAnd you.
CORIOLANUSDirect me, if it be your will,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 10Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
CitizenHe is, and feasts the nobles of the state
At his house this night.
CORIOLANUSWhich is his house, beseech you?
CitizenThis, here before you.
CORIOLANUSAct 4 Sc 4 Ln 15Thank you, sir: farewell.
O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 20Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 25Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends
And interjoin their issues. So with me:
My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
Act 4 Sc 4 Ln 30I'll do his country service.

ACT IV

SCENE V. The same. A hall in Aufidius's house.

First ServingmanWine, wine, wine! What service
is here! I think our fellows are asleep.
Second ServingmanWhere's Cotus? my master calls
for him. Cotus!
CORIOLANUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 5A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
Appear not like a guest.
First ServingmanWhat would you have, friend? whence are you?
Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.
CORIOLANUSI have deserved no better entertainment,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 10In being Coriolanus.
Second ServingmanWhence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
head; that he gives entrance to such companions?
Pray, get you out.
CORIOLANUSAway!
Second ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 15Away! get you away.
CORIOLANUSNow thou'rt troublesome.
Second ServingmanAre you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.
Third ServingmanWhat fellow's this?
First ServingmanA strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 20out of the house: prithee, call my master to him.
Third ServingmanWhat have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid
the house.
CORIOLANUSLet me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.
Third ServingmanWhat are you?
CORIOLANUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 25A gentleman.
Third ServingmanA marvellous poor one.
CORIOLANUSTrue, so I am.
Third ServingmanPray you, poor gentleman, take up some other
station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.
CORIOLANUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 30Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
Third ServingmanWhat, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a
strange guest he has here.
Second ServingmanAnd I shall.
Third ServingmanWhere dwellest thou?
CORIOLANUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 35Under the canopy.
Third ServingmanUnder the canopy!
CORIOLANUSAy.
Third ServingmanWhere's that?
CORIOLANUSI' the city of kites and crows.
Third ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 40I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!
Then thou dwellest with daws too?
CORIOLANUSNo, I serve not thy master.
Third ServingmanHow, sir! do you meddle with my master?
CORIOLANUSAy; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 45mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy
trencher, hence!
AUFIDIUSWhere is this fellow?
Second ServingmanHere, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for
disturbing the lords within.
AUFIDIUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 50Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?
Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name?
CORIOLANUSIf, Tullus,
Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 55Commands me name myself.
AUFIDIUSWhat is thy name?
CORIOLANUSA name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.
AUFIDIUSSay, what's thy name?
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 60Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn.
Thou show'st a noble vessel: what's thy name?
CORIOLANUSPrepare thy brow to frown: know'st
thou me yet?
AUFIDIUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 65I know thee not: thy name?
CORIOLANUSMy name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
My surname, Coriolanus: the painful service,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 70The extreme dangers and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country are requited
But with that surname; a good memory,
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name remains;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 75The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 80Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope —
Mistake me not — to save my life, for if
I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
I would have 'voided thee, but in mere spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 85Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country, speed
thee straight,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 90And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits to thee, for I will fight
Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends. But if so be
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 95Thou darest not this and that to prove more fortunes
Thou'rt tired, then, in a word, I also am
Longer to live most weary, and present
My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;
Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 100Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.
AUFIDIUSO Marcius, Marcius!
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 105Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from yond cloud speak divine things,
And say 'Tis true,' I'ld not believe them more
Than thee, all noble Marcius. Let me twine
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 110Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke
And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
The anvil of my sword, and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 115As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I loved the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 120Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 125Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 130Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy, and pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 135And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepared against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.
CORIOLANUSYou bless me, gods!
AUFIDIUSAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 140Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
The leading of thine own revenges, take
The one half of my commission; and set down —
As best thou art experienced, since thou know'st
Thy country's strength and weakness, — thine own ways;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 145Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
To fright them, ere destroy. But come in:
Let me commend thee first to those that shall
Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 150And more a friend than e'er an enemy;
Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome!
First ServingmanHere's a strange alteration!
Second ServingmanBy my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with
a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 155false report of him.
First ServingmanWhat an arm he has! he turned me about with his
finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
Second ServingmanNay, I knew by his face that there was something in
him: he had, sir, a kind of face, methought, — I
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 160cannot tell how to term it.
First ServingmanHe had so; looking as it were — would I were hanged,
but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
Second ServingmanSo did I, I'll be sworn: he is simply the rarest
man i' the world.
First ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 165I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on.
Second ServingmanWho, my master?
First ServingmanNay, it's no matter for that.
Second ServingmanWorth six on him.
First ServingmanNay, not so neither: but I take him to be the
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 170greater soldier.
Second ServingmanFaith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that:
for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
First ServingmanAy, and for an assault too.
Third ServingmanO slaves, I can tell you news, — news, you rascals!
First ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 175What, what, what? let's partake.
Third ServingmanI would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as
lieve be a condemned man.
First ServingmanWherefore? wherefore?
Third ServingmanWhy, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 180Caius Marcius.
First ServingmanWhy do you say 'thwack our general '?
Third ServingmanI do not say 'thwack our general;' but he was always
good enough for him.
Second ServingmanCome, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 185hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
First ServingmanHe was too hard for him directly, to say the troth
on't: before Corioli he scotched him and notched
him like a carbon ado.
Second ServingmanAn he had been cannibally given, he might have
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 190broiled and eaten him too.
First ServingmanBut, more of thy news?
Third ServingmanWhy, he is so made on here within, as if he were son
and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no
question asked him by any of the senators, but they
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 195stand bald before him: our general himself makes a
mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and
turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But
the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i'
the middle and but one half of what he was
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 200yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty
and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says,
and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.
Second ServingmanAnd he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.
Third ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 205Do't! he will do't; for, look you, sir, he has as
many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it
were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as
we term it, his friends whilst he's in directitude.
First ServingmanDirectitude! what's that?
Third ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 210But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again,
and the man in blood, they will out of their
burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with
him.
First ServingmanBut when goes this forward?
Third ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 215To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the
drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a
parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they
wipe their lips.
Second ServingmanWhy, then we shall have a stirring world again.
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 220This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase
tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
First ServingmanLet me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as
day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and
full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy;
Act 4 Sc 5 Ln 225mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more
bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
Second Servingman'Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to
be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a
great maker of cuckolds.
First ServingmanAct 4 Sc 5 Ln 230Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
Third ServingmanReason; because they then less need one another.
The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap
as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising.
AllIn, in, in, in!

ACT IV

SCENE VI. Rome. A public place.

SICINIUSWe hear not of him, neither need we fear him;
His remedies are tame i' the present peace
And quietness of the people, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 5Blush that the world goes well, who rather had,
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets than see
Our tradesmen with in their shops and going
About their functions friendly.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 10We stood to't in good time.
Is this Menenius?
SICINIUS'Tis he,'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late.
Both TribunesHail sir!
MENENIUSHail to you both!
SICINIUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 15Your Coriolanus
Is not much miss'd, but with his friends:
The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do,
Were he more angry at it.
MENENIUSAll's well; and might have been much better, if
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 20He could have temporized.
SICINIUSWhere is he, hear you?
MENENIUSNay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
Hear nothing from him.
CitizensThe gods preserve you both!
SICINIUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 25God-den, our neighbours.
BRUTUSGod-den to you all, god-den to you all.
First CitizenOurselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.
SICINIUSLive, and thrive!
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 30Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus
Had loved you as we did.
CitizensNow the gods keep you!
Both TribunesFarewell, farewell.
SICINIUSThis is a happier and more comely time
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 35Than when these fellows ran about the streets,
Crying confusion.
BRUTUSCaius Marcius was
A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,
O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 40Self-loving, —
SICINIUSAnd affecting one sole throne,
Without assistance.
MENENIUSI think not so.
SICINIUSWe should by this, to all our lamentation,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 45If he had gone forth consul, found it so.
BRUTUSThe gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits safe and still without him.
AEdileWorthy tribunes,
There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 50Reports, the Volsces with two several powers
Are enter'd in the Roman territories,
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before 'em.
MENENIUS'Tis Aufidius,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 55Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment,
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;
Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome,
And durst not once peep out.
SICINIUSCome, what talk you
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 60Of Marcius?
BRUTUSGo see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be
The Volsces dare break with us.
MENENIUSCannot be!
We have record that very well it can,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 65And three examples of the like have been
Within my age. But reason with the fellow,
Before you punish him, where he heard this,
Lest you shall chance to whip your information
And beat the messenger who bids beware
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 70Of what is to be dreaded.
SICINIUSTell not me:
I know this cannot be.
BRUTUSNot possible.
MessengerThe nobles in great earnestness are going
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 75All to the senate-house: some news is come
That turns their countenances.
SICINIUS'Tis this slave; —
Go whip him, 'fore the people's eyes: — his raising;
Nothing but his report.
MessengerAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 80Yes, worthy sir,
The slave's report is seconded; and more,
More fearful, is deliver'd.
SICINIUSWhat more fearful?
MessengerIt is spoke freely out of many mouths —
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 85How probable I do not know — that Marcius,
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,
And vows revenge as spacious as between
The young'st and oldest thing.
SICINIUSThis is most likely!
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 90Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish
Good Marcius home again.
SICINIUSThe very trick on't.
MENENIUSThis is unlikely:
He and Aufidius can no more atone
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 95Than violentest contrariety.
Second MessengerYou are sent for to the senate:
A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius
Associated with Aufidius, rages
Upon our territories; and have already
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 100O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took
What lay before them.
COMINIUSO, you have made good work!
MENENIUSWhat news? what news?
COMINIUSYou have holp to ravish your own daughters and
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 105To melt the city leads upon your pates,
To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses, —
MENENIUSWhat's the news? what's the news?
COMINIUSYour temples burned in their cement, and
Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 110Into an auger's bore.
MENENIUSPray now, your news?
You have made fair work, I fear me. — Pray, your news? —
If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians, —
COMINIUSIf!
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 115He is their god: he leads them like a thing
Made by some other deity than nature,
That shapes man better; and they follow him,
Against us brats, with no less confidence
Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 120Or butchers killing flies.
MENENIUSYou have made good work,
You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much
on the voice of occupation and
The breath of garlic-eaters!
COMINIUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 125He will shake
Your Rome about your ears.
MENENIUSAs Hercules
Did shake down mellow fruit.
You have made fair work!
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 130But is this true, sir?
COMINIUSAy; and you'll look pale
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly revolt; and who resist
Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 135And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
Your enemies and his find something in him.
MENENIUSWe are all undone, unless
The noble man have mercy.
COMINIUSWho shall ask it?
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 140The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even
As those should do that had deserved his hate,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 145And therein show'd like enemies.
MENENIUS'Tis true:
If he were putting to my house the brand
That should consume it, I have not the face
To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 150You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!
COMINIUSYou have brought
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
So incapable of help.
Both TribunesSay not we brought it.
MENENIUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 155How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,
Who did hoot him out o' the city.
COMINIUSBut I fear
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 160The second name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer: desperation
Is all the policy, strength and defence,
That Rome can make against them.
MENENIUSHere come the clusters.
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 165And is Aufidius with him? You are they
That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
And not a hair upon a soldier's head
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 170Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
if he could burn us all into one coal,
We have deserved it.
CitizensAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 175Faith, we hear fearful news.
First CitizenFor mine own part,
When I said, banish him, I said 'twas pity.
Second CitizenAnd so did I.
Third CitizenAnd so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 180many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and
though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet
it was against our will.
COMINIUSYe re goodly things, you voices!
MENENIUSYou have made
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 185Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?
COMINIUSO, ay, what else?
SICINIUSGo, masters, get you home; be not dismay'd:
These are a side that would be glad to have
This true which they so seem to fear. Go home,
Act 4 Sc 6 Ln 190And show no sign of fear.
First CitizenThe gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home.
I ever said we were i' the wrong when we banished
him.
Second CitizenSo did we all. But, come, let's home.
BRUTUSAct 4 Sc 6 Ln 195I do not like this news.
SICINIUSNor I.
BRUTUSLet's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie!
SICINIUSPray, let us go.

ACT IV

SCENE VII. A camp, at a small distance from Rome.

AUFIDIUSDo they still fly to the Roman?
LieutenantI do not know what witchcraft's in him, but
Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 5And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
Even by your own.
AUFIDIUSI cannot help it now,
Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 10Even to my person, than I thought he would
When first I did embrace him: yet his nature
In that's no changeling; and I must excuse
What cannot be amended.
LieutenantYet I wish, sir, —
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 15I mean for your particular, — you had not
Join'd in commission with him; but either
Had borne the action of yourself, or else
To him had left it solely.
AUFIDIUSI understand thee well; and be thou sure,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 20when he shall come to his account, he knows not
What I can urge against him. Although it seems,
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly.
And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 25Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon
As draw his sword; yet he hath left undone
That which shall break his neck or hazard mine,
Whene'er we come to our account.
LieutenantSir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?
AUFIDIUSAct 4 Sc 7 Ln 30All places yield to him ere he sits down;
And the nobility of Rome are his:
The senators and patricians love him too:
The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people
Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 35To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome
As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
By sovereignty of nature. First he was
A noble servant to them; but he could not
Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 40Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man; whether defect of judgment,
To fail in the disposing of those chances
Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
Not to be other than one thing, not moving
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 45From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace
Even with the same austerity and garb
As he controll'd the war; but one of these —
As he hath spices of them all, not all,
For I dare so far free him — made him fear'd,
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 50So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit,
To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues
Lie in the interpretation of the time:
And power, unto itself most commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
Act 4 Sc 7 Ln 55To extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.
Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,
Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.

ACT V

SCENE I. Rome. A public place.

MENENIUSNo, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said
Which was sometime his general; who loved him
In a most dear particular. He call'd me father:
But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
The way into his mercy: nay, if he coy'd
To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.
COMINIUSHe would not seem to know me.
MENENIUSDo you hear?
COMINIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 10Yet one time he did call me by my name:
I urged our old acquaintance, and the drops
That we have bled together. Coriolanus
He would not answer to: forbad all names;
He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 15Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire
Of burning Rome.
MENENIUSWhy, so: you have made good work!
A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
To make coals cheap, — a noble memory!
COMINIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 20I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was less expected: he replied,
It was a bare petition of a state
To one whom they had punish'd.
MENENIUSVery well:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 25Could he say less?
COMINIUSI offer'd to awaken his regard
For's private friends: his answer to me was,
He could not stay to pick them in a pile
Of noisome musty chaff: he said 'twas folly,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
And still to nose the offence.
MENENIUSFor one poor grain or two!
I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child,
And this brave fellow too, we are the grains:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
Above the moon: we must be burnt for you.
SICINIUSNay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aid
In this so never-needed help, yet do not
Upbraid's with our distress. But, sure, if you
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue,
More than the instant army we can make,
Might stop our countryman.
MENENIUSNo, I'll not meddle.
SICINIUSPray you, go to him.
MENENIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 45What should I do?
BRUTUSOnly make trial what your love can do
For Rome, towards Marcius.
MENENIUSWell, and say that Marcius
Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50Unheard; what then?
But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
With his unkindness? say't be so?
SICINIUSYet your good will
must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55As you intended well.
MENENIUSI'll undertake 't:
I think he'll hear me. Yet, to bite his lip
And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me.
He was not taken well; he had not dined:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
We pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd
These and these conveyances of our blood
With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him
Till he be dieted to my request,
And then I'll set upon him.
BRUTUSYou know the very road into his kindness,
And cannot lose your way.
MENENIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 70Good faith, I'll prove him,
Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge
Of my success.
COMINIUSHe'll never hear him.
SICINIUSNot?
COMINIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 75I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye
Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury
The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him;
'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise;' dismiss'd me
Thus, with his speechless hand: what he would do,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 80He sent in writing after me; what he would not,
Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:
So that all hope is vain.
Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,
And with our fair entreaties haste them on.

ACT V

SCENE II. Entrance of the Volscian camp before Rome. Two Sentinels on guard.

First SenatorStay: whence are you?
Second SenatorStand, and go back.
MENENIUSYou guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave,
I am an officer of state, and come
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 5To speak with Coriolanus.
First SenatorFrom whence?
MENENIUSFrom Rome.
First SenatorYou may not pass, you must return: our general
Will no more hear from thence.
Second SenatorAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 10You'll see your Rome embraced with fire before
You'll speak with Coriolanus.
MENENIUSGood my friends,
If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 15My name hath touch'd your ears it is Menenius.
First SenatorBe it so; go back: the virtue of your name
Is not here passable.
MENENIUSI tell thee, fellow,
The general is my lover: I have been
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 20The book of his good acts, whence men have read
His name unparallel'd, haply amplified;
For I have ever verified my friends,
Of whom he's chief, with all the size that verity
Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 25Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,
I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise
Have almost stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow,
I must have leave to pass.
First SenatorFaith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 30behalf as you have uttered words in your own, you
should not pass here; no, though it were as virtuous
to lie as to live chastely. Therefore, go back.
MENENIUSPrithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
always factionary on the party of your general.
Second SenatorAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 35Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say you
have, I am one that, telling true under him, must
say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
MENENIUSHas he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
speak with him till after dinner.
First SenatorAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 40You are a Roman, are you?
MENENIUSI am, as thy general is.
First SenatorThen you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you,
when you have pushed out your gates the very
defender of them, and, in a violent popular
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 45ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to
front his revenges with the easy groans of old
women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with
the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as
you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 50intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with
such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived;
therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your
execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn
you out of reprieve and pardon.
MENENIUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 55Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would
use me with estimation.
Second SenatorCome, my captain knows you not.
MENENIUSI mean, thy general.
First SenatorMy general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; lest
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 60I let forth your half-pint of blood; back, — that's
the utmost of your having: back.
MENENIUSNay, but, fellow, fellow, —
CORIOLANUSWhat's the matter?
MENENIUSNow, you companion, I'll say an errand for you:
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 65You shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall
perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from
my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainment
with him, if thou standest not i' the state of
hanging, or of some death more long in
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 70spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now
presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee.
The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy
particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than
thy old father Menenius does! O my son, my son!
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 75thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's
water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to
thee; but being assured none but myself could move
thee, I have been blown out of your gates with
sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 80petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy
wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet
here, — this, who, like a block, hath denied my
access to thee.
CORIOLANUSAway!
MENENIUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 85How! away!
CORIOLANUSWife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
Are servanted to others: though I owe
My revenge properly, my remission lies
In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 90Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone.
Mine ears against your suits are stronger than
Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee,
Take this along; I writ it for thy sake
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 95And would have rent it. Another word, Menenius,
I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st!
AUFIDIUSYou keep a constant temper.
First SenatorNow, sir, is your name Menenius?
Second SenatorAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 100'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the
way home again.
First SenatorDo you hear how we are shent for keeping your
greatness back?
Second SenatorWhat cause, do you think, I have to swoon?
MENENIUSAct 5 Sc 2 Ln 105I neither care for the world nor your general: for
such things as you, I can scarce think there's any,
ye're so slight. He that hath a will to die by
himself fears it not from another: let your general
do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and
Act 5 Sc 2 Ln 110your misery increase with your age! I say to you,
as I was said to, Away!
First SenatorA noble fellow, I warrant him.
Second SenatorThe worthy fellow is our general: he's the rock, the
oak not to be wind-shaken.

ACT V

SCENE III. The tent of Coriolanus.

CORIOLANUSWe will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
Set down our host. My partner in this action,
You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly
I have borne this business.
AUFIDIUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 5Only their ends
You have respected; stopp'd your ears against
The general suit of Rome; never admitted
A private whisper, no, not with such friends
That thought them sure of you.
CORIOLANUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 10This last old man,
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
Loved me above the measure of a father;
Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
Was to send him; for whose old love I have,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 15Though I show'd sourly to him, once more offer'd
The first conditions, which they did refuse
And cannot now accept; to grace him only
That thought he could do more, a very little
I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 20Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter
Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this?
Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 25Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand
The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection!
All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.
What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 30Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not
Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows;
As if Olympus to a molehill should
In supplication nod: and my young boy
Hath an aspect of intercession, which
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 35Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces
Plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,
As if a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin.
VIRGILIAAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 40My lord and husband!
CORIOLANUSThese eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
VIRGILIAThe sorrow that delivers us thus changed
Makes you think so.
CORIOLANUSLike a dull actor now,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 45I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,
Forgive my tyranny; but do not say
For that 'Forgive our Romans.' O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 50Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate,
And the most noble mother of the world
Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i' the earth;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 55Of thy deep duty more impression show
Than that of common sons.
VOLUMNIAO, stand up blest!
Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
I kneel before thee; and unproperly
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 60Show duty, as mistaken all this while
Between the child and parent.
CORIOLANUSWhat is this?
Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 65Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds
Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
Murdering impossibility, to make
What cannot be, slight work.
VOLUMNIAThou art my warrior;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 70I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
CORIOLANUSThe noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria!
VOLUMNIAAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 75This is a poor epitome of yours,
Which by the interpretation of full time
May show like all yourself.
CORIOLANUSThe god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 80Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove
To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
And saving those that eye thee!
VOLUMNIAYour knee, sirrah.
CORIOLANUSAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 85That's my brave boy!
VOLUMNIAEven he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
Are suitors to you.
CORIOLANUSI beseech you, peace:
Or, if you'ld ask, remember this before:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 90The thing I have forsworn to grant may never
Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate
Again with Rome's mechanics: tell me not
Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 95To ally my rages and revenges with
Your colder reasons.
VOLUMNIAO, no more, no more!
You have said you will not grant us any thing;
For we have nothing else to ask, but that
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 100Which you deny already: yet we will ask;
That, if you fail in our request, the blame
May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.
CORIOLANUSAufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request?
VOLUMNIAAct 5 Sc 3 Ln 105Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment
And state of bodies would bewray what life
We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself
How more unfortunate than all living women
Are we come hither: since that thy sight,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 110which should
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance
with comforts,
Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow;
Making the mother, wife and child to see
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 115The son, the husband and the father tearing
His country's bowels out. And to poor we
Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us
Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
That all but we enjoy; for how can we,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 120Alas, how can we for our country pray.
Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory,
Whereto we are bound? alack, or we must lose
The country, our dear nurse, or else thy person,
Our comfort in the country. We must find
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 125An evident calamity, though we had
Our wish, which side should win: for either thou
Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles thorough our streets, or else
triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 130And bear the palm for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son,
I purpose not to wait on fortune till
These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 135Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
March to assault thy country than to tread —
Trust to't, thou shalt not — on thy mother's womb,
That brought thee to this world.
VIRGILIAAy, and mine,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 140That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name
Living to time.
Young MARCIUSA' shall not tread on me;
I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.
CORIOLANUSNot of a woman's tenderness to be,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 145Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.
I have sat too long.
VOLUMNIANay, go not from us thus.
If it were so that our request did tend
To save the Romans, thereby to destroy
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 150The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us,
As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit
Is that you reconcile them: while the Volsces
May say 'This mercy we have show'd;' the Romans,
'This we received;' and each in either side
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 155Give the all-hail to thee and cry 'Be blest
For making up this peace!' Thou know'st, great son,
The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 160Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses;
Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
But with his last attempt he wiped it out;
Destroy'd his country, and his name remains
To the ensuing age abhorr'd.' Speak to me, son:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 165Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,
To imitate the graces of the gods;
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air,
And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt
That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 170Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speak you:
He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy:
Perhaps thy childishness will move him more
Than can our reasons. There's no man in the world
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 175More bound to 's mother; yet here he lets me prate
Like one i' the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life
Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy,
When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood,
Has cluck'd thee to the wars and safely home,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 180Loaden with honour. Say my request's unjust,
And spurn me back: but if it be not so,
Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee,
That thou restrain'st from me the duty which
To a mother's part belongs. He turns away:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 185Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees.
To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride
Than pity to our prayers. Down: an end;
This is the last: so we will home to Rome,
And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold 's:
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 190This boy, that cannot tell what he would have
But kneels and holds up bands for fellowship,
Does reason our petition with more strength
Than thou hast to deny 't. Come, let us go:
This fellow had a Volscian to his mother;
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 195His wife is in Corioli and his child
Like him by chance. Yet give us our dispatch:
I am hush'd until our city be a-fire,
And then I'll speak a little.
CORIOLANUSO mother, mother!
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 200What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for your son, — believe it, O, believe it,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 205Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
If not most mortal to him. But, let it come.
Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,
I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius,
Were you in my stead, would you have heard
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 210A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?
AUFIDIUSI was moved withal.
CORIOLANUSI dare be sworn you were:
And, sir, it is no little thing to make
Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 215What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part,
I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you,
Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife!
AUFIDIUS I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and
thy honour
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 220At difference in thee: out of that I'll work
Myself a former fortune.
CORIOLANUSAy, by and by;
But we will drink together; and you shall bear
A better witness back than words, which we,
Act 5 Sc 3 Ln 225On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd.
Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
To have a temple built you: all the swords
In Italy, and her confederate arms,
Could not have made this peace.

ACT V

SCENE IV. Rome. A public place.

MENENIUSSee you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond
corner-stone?
SICINIUSWhy, what of that?
MENENIUSIf it be possible for you to displace it with your
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 5little 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.
SICINIUSIs't possible that so short a time can alter the
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 10condition of a man!
MENENIUSThere is differency 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.
SICINIUSAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 15He loved his mother dearly.
MENENIUSSo 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 20his 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 25and a heaven to throne in.
SICINIUSYes, mercy, if you report him truly.
MENENIUSI 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
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 30shall our poor city find: and all this is long of
you.
SICINIUSThe gods be good unto us!
MENENIUSNo, in such a case the gods will not be good unto
us. When we banished him, we respected not them;
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 35and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
MessengerSir, if you'ld 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,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 40They'll give him death by inches.
SICINIUSWhat's the news?
Second MessengerGood news, good news; the ladies have prevail'd,
The Volscians are dislodged, and Marcius gone:
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 45No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
SICINIUSFriend,
Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain?
Second MessengerAs certain as I know the sun is fire:
Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it?
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 50Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you!
The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and fifes,
Tabours and cymbals and the shouting Romans,
Make the sun dance. Hark you!
MENENIUSAct 5 Sc 4 Ln 55This is good news:
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
A city full; of tribunes, such as you,
A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day:
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 60This morning for ten thousand of your throats
I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
SICINIUSFirst, the gods bless you for your tidings; next,
Accept my thankfulness.
Second MessengerSir, we have all
Act 5 Sc 4 Ln 65Great cause to give great thanks.
SICINIUSThey are near the city?
Second MessengerAlmost at point to enter.
SICINIUSWe will meet them,
And help the joy.

ACT V

SCENE V. The same. A street near the gate.

First SenatorBehold our patroness, the life of Rome!
Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,
And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them:
Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,
Act 5 Sc 5 Ln 5Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;
Cry 'Welcome, ladies, welcome!'
AllWelcome, ladies, Welcome!

ACT V

SCENE VI. Antium. A public place.

AUFIDIUSGo tell the lords o' 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,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 5Will 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 herself with words: dispatch.
Most welcome!
First ConspiratorAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 10How is it with our general?
AUFIDIUSEven so
As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
And with his charity slain.
Second ConspiratorMost noble sir,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 15If you do hold the same intent wherein
You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
Of your great danger.
AUFIDIUSSir, I cannot tell:
We must proceed as we do find the people.
Third ConspiratorAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 20The people will remain uncertain whilst
'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either
Makes the survivor heir of all.
AUFIDIUSI know it;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 25A good construction. I raised 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
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 30But to be rough, unswayable and free.
Third ConspiratorSir, his stoutness
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
By lack of stooping, —
AUFIDIUSThat I would have spoke of:
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 35Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth;
Presented to my knife his throat: I took him;
Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way
In all his own desires; nay, let him choose
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 40My best and freshest men; served his designments
In mine own person; holp to reap the fame
Which he did end all his; and took some pride
To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,
I seem'd his follower, not partner, and
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 45He waged me with his countenance, as if
I had been mercenary.
First ConspiratorSo he did, my lord:
The army marvell'd at it, and, in the last,
When he had carried Rome and that we look'd
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 50For no less spoil than glory, —
AUFIDIUSThere was it:
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him.
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 55Of our great action: therefore shall he die,
And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!
First ConspiratorYour native town you enter'd like a post,
And had no welcomes home: but he returns,
Splitting the air with noise.
Second ConspiratorAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 60And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear
With giving him glory.
Third ConspiratorTherefore, at your vantage,
Ere he express himself, or move the people
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 65With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Which we will second. When he lies along,
After your way his tale pronounced shall bury
His reasons with his body.
AUFIDIUSSay no more:
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 70Here come the lords.
All The LordsYou are most welcome home.
AUFIDIUSI have not deserved it.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused
What I have written to you?
LordsAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 75We have.
First LordAnd grieve to hear't.
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
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 80The benefit of our levies, answering us
With our own charge, making a treaty where
There was a yielding, — this admits no excuse.
AUFIDIUSHe approaches: you shall hear him.
CORIOLANUSHail, lords! I am return'd your soldier,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 85No more infected with my country's love
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
Under your great command. You are to know
That prosperously I have attempted and
With bloody passage led your wars even to
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 90The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
Do more than counterpoise a full third part
The charges of the action. We have made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates
Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 95Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
Together with the seal o' the senate, what
We have compounded on.
AUFIDIUSRead it not, noble lords;
But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 100He hath abused your powers.
CORIOLANUSTraitor! how now!
AUFIDIUSAy, traitor, Marcius!
CORIOLANUSMarcius!
AUFIDIUSAy, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 105I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
Coriolanus in Corioli?
You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 110I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and resolution like
A twist of rotten silk, never admitting
Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears
He whined and roar'd away your victory,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 115That pages blush'd at him and men of heart
Look'd wondering each at other.
CORIOLANUSHear'st thou, Mars?
AUFIDIUSName not the god, thou boy of tears!
CORIOLANUSHa!
AUFIDIUSAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 120No more.
CORIOLANUSMeasureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 125Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion —
Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that
Must bear my beating to his grave — shall join
To thrust the lie unto him.
First LordPeace, both, and hear me speak.
CORIOLANUSAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 130Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound!
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 135Alone I did it. Boy!
AUFIDIUSWhy, 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?
All ConspiratorsAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 140Let him die for't.
All The People'Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently.' 'He kill'd
my son.' 'My daughter.' 'He killed my cousin
Marcus.' 'He killed my father.'
Second LordPeace, ho! no outrage: peace!
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 145The man is noble and his fame folds-in
This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us
Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.
CORIOLANUSO that I had him,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 150With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword!
AUFIDIUSInsolent villain!
All ConspiratorsKill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
LordsHold, hold, hold, hold!
AUFIDIUSAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 155My noble masters, hear me speak.
First LordO Tullus, —
Second LordThou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
Third LordTread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet;
Put up your swords.
AUFIDIUSAct 5 Sc 6 Ln 160My lords, when you shall know — as in this rage,
Provoked 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
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 165Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure.
First LordBear from hence his body;
And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 170Did follow to his urn.
Second LordHis own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.
AUFIDIUSMy rage is gone;
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 175And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Act 5 Sc 6 Ln 180Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist.