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 		|  generals against the Volscians.
 MENENIUS AGRIPPA	friend to Coriolanus. (MENENIUS:)
 		|  tribunes of the people.
 Young MARCUS	son to Coriolanus.
 	A Roman Herald. (Herald:)
 TULLUS AUFIDIUS	general of the Volscians. (AUFIDIUS:)
 	Lieutenant to Aufidius. (Lieutenant:)
 	Conspirators with Aufidius.
 	(First Conspirator:)
 	(Second Conspirator:)
 	(Third Conspirator:)
 	A Citizen of Antium.
 	Two Volscian Guards.
 VOLUMNIA	mother to Coriolanus.
 VIRGILIA	wife to Coriolanus.
 VALERIA	friend to Virgilia.
 	Gentlewoman, attending on Virgilia. (Gentlewoman:)
 	Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians,
 	AEdiles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers,
 	Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants.
 	(First Senator:)
 	(Second Senator:)
 	(A Patrician:)
 	(Second Patrician:)
 	(First Soldier:)
 	(Second Soldier:)
 	(First Citizen:)
 	(Second Citizen:)
 	(Third Citizen:)
 	(Fourth Citizen:)
 	(Fifth Citizen:)
 	(Sixth Citizen:)
 	(Seventh Citizen:)
 	(Second Messenger:)
 	(First Serviceman:)
 	(Second Serviceman:)
 	(Third Serviceman:)
 	(First Officer:)
 	(Second Officer:)
 	(First Roman:)
 	(Second Roman:)
 	(Third Roman:)
 	(First Lord:)
 	(Second Lord:)
 	(Third Lord:)
 SCENE	Rome and the neighbourhood; Corioli
 	and the neighbourhood; Antium.
 SCENE I	Rome. A street.
 	[Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves,
 	clubs, and other weapons]
 First Citizen	Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
 All	Speak, speak.
 First Citizen	You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
 All	Resolved. resolved.
 First Citizen	First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
 All	We know't, we know't.
 First Citizen	Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price.
 	Is't a verdict?
 All	No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away!
 Second Citizen	One word, good citizens.
 First Citizen	We 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;
 	but 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
 	speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
 Second Citizen	Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
 All	Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
 Second Citizen	Consider you what services he has done for his country?
 First Citizen	Very well; and could be content to give him good
 	report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud.
 Second Citizen	Nay, but speak not maliciously.
 First Citizen	I 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
 	please his mother and to be partly proud; which he
 	is, even till the altitude of his virtue.
 Second Citizen	What he cannot help in his nature, you account a
 	vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.
 First Citizen	If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations;
 	he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition.
 	[Shouts within]
 	What shouts are these? The other side o' the city
 	is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!
 All	Come, come.
 First Citizen	Soft! who comes here?
 Second Citizen	Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved
 	the people.
 First Citizen	He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!
 MENENIUS	What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
 	With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.
 First Citizen	Our 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.
 MENENIUS	Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
 	Will you undo yourselves?
 First Citizen	We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
 MENENIUS	I tell you, friends, most charitable care
 	Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
 	Your 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
 	Appear 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
 	The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
 	When you curse them as enemies.
 First Citizen	Care 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
 	support 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.
 MENENIUS	Either 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
 	To stale 't a little more.
 First Citizen	Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to
 	fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please
 	you, deliver.
 MENENIUS	There was a time when all the body's members
 	Rebell'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
 	Did 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 Citizen	Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
 MENENIUS	Sir, 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
 	That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
 	As you malign our senators for that
 	They are not such as you.
 First Citizen	Your belly's answer? What!
 	The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
 	The 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--
 MENENIUS	What then?
 	'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?
 First Citizen	Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
 	Who is the sink o' the body,--
 MENENIUS	Well, what then?
 First Citizen	The former agents, if they did complain,
 	What could the belly answer?
 MENENIUS	I will tell you
 	If you'll bestow a small--of what you have little--
 	Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.
 First Citizen	Ye're long about it.
 MENENIUS	Note 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,
 	Which 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;
 	And, 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 Citizen	Ay, 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,
 	And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't?
 First Citizen	It was an answer: how apply you this?
 MENENIUS	The senators of Rome are this good belly,
 	And you the mutinous members; for examine
 	Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly
 	Touching 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 Citizen	I the great toe! why the great toe?
 MENENIUS	For 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.
 	But 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!
 MARCIUS	Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
 	That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
 	Make yourselves scabs?
 First Citizen	We have ever your good word.
 MARCIUS	He that will give good words to thee will flatter
 	Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
 	That 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,
 	Or 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
 	A 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,
 	And 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
 	Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?
 MENENIUS	For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
 	The city is well stored.
 MARCIUS	Hang 'em! They say!
 	They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
 	What'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
 	Below 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
 	As I could pick my lance.
 MENENIUS	Nay, 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?
 MARCIUS	They 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
 	They 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,
 	Shouting their emulation.
 MENENIUS	What is granted them?
 MARCIUS	Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
 	Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
 	Sicinius Velutus, and I know not--'Sdeath!
 	The 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.
 MENENIUS	This is strange.
 MARCIUS	Go, get you home, you fragments!
 	[Enter a Messenger, hastily]
 Messenger	Where's Caius Marcius?
 MARCIUS	Here: what's the matter?
 Messenger	The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
 MARCIUS	I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
 	Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
 	[Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators;
 First Senator	Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;
 	The Volsces are in arms.
 MARCIUS	They have a leader,
 	Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
 	I sin in envying his nobility,
 	And were I any thing but what I am,
 	I would wish me only he.
 COMINIUS	You have fought together.
 MARCIUS	Were half to half the world by the ears and he.
 	Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make
 	Only my wars with him: he is a lion
 	That I am proud to hunt.
 First Senator	Then, worthy Marcius,
 	Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
 COMINIUS	It is your former promise.
 MARCIUS	Sir, 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?
 TITUS	No, Caius Marcius;
 	I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,
 	Ere stay behind this business.
 MENENIUS	O, true-bred!
 First Senator	Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,
 	Our greatest friends attend us.
 TITUS	[To COMINIUS]                Lead you on.
 	[To MARCIUS]  Follow Cominius; we must follow you;
 	Right worthy you priority.
 COMINIUS	Noble Marcius!
 First Senator	[To the Citizens]  Hence to your homes; be gone!
 MARCIUS	Nay, 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.
 	[Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS
 	and BRUTUS]
 SICINIUS	Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
 BRUTUS	He has no equal.
 SICINIUS	When we were chosen tribunes for the people,--
 BRUTUS	Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
 SICINIUS	Nay. but his taunts.
 BRUTUS	Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
 SICINIUS	Be-mock the modest moon.
 BRUTUS	The present wars devour him: he is grown
 	Too proud to be so valiant.
 SICINIUS	Such a nature,
 	Tickled 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.
 BRUTUS	Fame, at the which he aims,
 	In 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
 	Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he
 	Had borne the business!'
 SICINIUS	Besides, if things go well,
 	Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall
 	Of his demerits rob Cominius.
 	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.
 SICINIUS	Let's hence, and hear
 	How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,
 	More than his singularity, he goes
 	Upon this present action.
 BRUTUS	Lets along.
 SCENE II	Corioli. The Senate-house.
 	[Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and certain Senators]
 First Senator	So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
 	That they of Rome are entered in our counsels
 	And know how we proceed.
 AUFIDIUS	Is it not yours?
 	What 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.
 	'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,
 	And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
 	These three lead on this preparation
 	Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
 	Consider of it.'
 First Senator	                  Our army's in the field
 	We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
 	To answer us.
 AUFIDIUS	                  Nor did you think it folly
 	To keep your great pretences veil'd till when
 	They needs must show themselves; which
 	in 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 Senator	Noble 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
 	They've not prepared for us.
 AUFIDIUS	O, doubt not that;
 	I speak from certainties. Nay, more,
 	Some parcels of their power are forth already,
 	And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
 	If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
 	'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
 	Till one can do no more.
 All	The gods assist you!
 AUFIDIUS	And keep your honours safe!
 First Senator	Farewell.
 Second Senator	Farewell.
 All	Farewell.
 SCENE III	Rome. A room in Marcius' house.
 	[Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA	they set them down
 	on two low stools, and sew]
 VOLUMNIA	I 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
 	he 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
 	how 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
 	bound 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
 VIRGILIA	But had he died in the business, madam; how then?
 VOLUMNIA	Then 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
 	country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
 	[Enter a Gentlewoman]
 Gentlewoman	Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
 VIRGILIA	Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
 VOLUMNIA	Indeed, you shall not.
 	Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
 	See 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
 	With 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.
 VIRGILIA	His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!
 VOLUMNIA	Away, you fool! it more becomes a man
 	Than 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.
 	[Exit Gentlewoman]
 VIRGILIA	Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
 VOLUMNIA	He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
 	And tread upon his neck.
 	[Enter VALERIA, with an Usher and Gentlewoman]
 VALERIA	My ladies both, good day to you.
 VOLUMNIA	Sweet madam.
 VIRGILIA	I am glad to see your ladyship.
 VALERIA	How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.
 	What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good
 	faith. How does your little son?
 VIRGILIA	I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
 VOLUMNIA	He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
 	look upon his school-master.
 VALERIA	O' 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
 	confirmed 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
 	teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked
 VOLUMNIA	One on 's father's moods.
 VALERIA	Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
 VIRGILIA	A crack, madam.
 VALERIA	Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play
 	the idle husewife with me this afternoon.
 VIRGILIA	No, good madam; I will not out of doors.
 VALERIA	Not out of doors!
 VOLUMNIA	She shall, she shall.
 VIRGILIA	Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the
 	threshold till my lord return from the wars.
 VALERIA	Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come,
 	you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
 VIRGILIA	I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with
 	my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
 VOLUMNIA	Why, I pray you?
 VIRGILIA	'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
 VALERIA	You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all
 	the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill
 	Ithaca 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.
 VIRGILIA	No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
 VALERIA	In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you
 	excellent news of your husband.
 VIRGILIA	O, good madam, there can be none yet.
 VALERIA	Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from
 	him last night.
 VIRGILIA	Indeed, madam?
 VALERIA	In 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
 	prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,
 	on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
 VIRGILIA	Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every
 	thing hereafter.
 VOLUMNIA	Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
 	disease our better mirth.
 VALERIA	In 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.
 VIRGILIA	No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish
 	you much mirth.
 VALERIA	Well, then, farewell.
 SCENE IV	Before Corioli.
 	[Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS
 	LARTIUS, Captains and Soldiers. To them a
 MARCIUS	Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
 LARTIUS	My horse to yours, no.
 MARCIUS	'Tis done.
 LARTIUS	Agreed.
 MARCIUS	Say, has our general met the enemy?
 Messenger	They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
 LARTIUS	So, the good horse is mine.
 MARCIUS	I'll buy him of you.
 LARTIUS	No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
 	For half a hundred years. Summon the town.
 MARCIUS	How far off lie these armies?
 Messenger	Within this mile and half.
 MARCIUS	Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
 	Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
 	That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
 	To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
 	[They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others
 	on the walls]
 	Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
 First Senator	No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
 	That's lesser than a little.
 	[Drums afar off]
 		       Hark! 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.
 	[Alarum afar off]
 		      Hark you. far off!
 	There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
 	Amongst your cloven army.
 MARCIUS	O, they are at it!
 LARTIUS	Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!
 	[Enter the army of the Volsces]
 MARCIUS	They 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,
 	Which 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.
 	[Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their
 	trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS cursing]
 MARCIUS	All the contagion of the south light on you,
 	You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues
 	Plaster 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!
 	All 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,
 	As they us to our trenches followed.
 	[Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and MARCIUS
 	follows them to the gates]
 	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.
 	[Enters the gates]
 First Soldier	Fool-hardiness; not I.
 Second Soldier	Nor I.
 	[MARCIUS is shut in]
 First Soldier	See, they have shut him in.
 All	To the pot, I warrant him.
 	[Alarum continues]
 	[Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS]
 LARTIUS	What is become of Marcius?
 All	Slain, sir, doubtless.
 First Soldier	Following 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.
 LARTIUS	O noble fellow!
 	Who 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
 	Only 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.
 	[Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy]
 First Soldier	Look, sir.
 LARTIUS	O,'tis Marcius!
 	Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
 	[They fight, and all enter the city]
 SCENE V	Corioli. A street.
 	[Enter certain Romans, with spoils]
 First Roman	This will I carry to Rome.
 Second Roman	And I this.
 Third Roman	A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
 	[Alarum continues still afar off]
 	[Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet]
 MARCIUS	See here these movers that do prize their hours
 	At 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!
 	There 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.
 LARTIUS	                  Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
 	Thy exercise hath been too violent for
 	A second course of fight.
 MARCIUS	Sir, praise me not;
 	My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
 	The blood I drop is rather physical
 	Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
 	I will appear, and fight.
 LARTIUS	Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
 	Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
 	Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
 	Prosperity be thy page!
 MARCIUS	Thy friend no less
 	Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
 LARTIUS	Thou worthiest Marcius!
 	[Exit MARCIUS]
 	Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
 	Call thither all the officers o' the town,
 	Where they shall know our mind: away!
 SCENE VI	Near the camp of Cominius.
 	[Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire,
 	with soldiers]
 COMINIUS	Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
 	we are come off
 	Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
 	Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
 	We 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
 	fronts encountering,
 	May give you thankful sacrifice.
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 		                  Thy news?
 Messenger	The citizens of Corioli have issued,
 	And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
 	I saw our party to their trenches driven,
 	And then I came away.
 COMINIUS	Though thou speak'st truth,
 	Methinks thou speak'st not well.
 	How long is't since?
 Messenger	Above 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?
 Messenger	Spies of the Volsces
 	Held 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.
 COMINIUS	Who's yonder,
 	That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
 	He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
 	Before-time seen him thus.
 MARCIUS	[Within]                 Come I too late?
 COMINIUS	The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
 	More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
 	From every meaner man.
 	[Enter MARCIUS]
 MARCIUS	Come I too late?
 COMINIUS	Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
 	But mantled in your own.
 MARCIUS	O, let me clip ye
 	In 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!
 COMINIUS	Flower of warriors,
 	How is it with Titus Lartius?
 MARCIUS	As 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,
 	To let him slip at will.
 COMINIUS	Where is that slave
 	Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
 	Where is he? call him hither.
 MARCIUS	Let him alone;
 	He 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.
 COMINIUS	But how prevail'd you?
 MARCIUS	Will 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?
 COMINIUS	Marcius,
 	We have at disadvantage fought and did
 	Retire to win our purpose.
 MARCIUS	How lies their battle? know you on which side
 	They have placed their men of trust?
 COMINIUS	As I guess, Marcius,
 	Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
 	Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius,
 	Their very heart of hope.
 MARCIUS	I do beseech you,
 	By all the battles wherein we have fought,
 	By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
 	We 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.
 COMINIUS	Though 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.
 MARCIUS	Those 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;
 	If 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.
 	[They all shout and wave their swords, take him up in
 	their arms, and cast up their caps]
 	O, 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,
 	Though 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,
 	Which men are best inclined.
 COMINIUS	March on, my fellows:
 	Make good this ostentation, and you shall
 	Divide in all with us.
 SCENE VII	The gates of Corioli.
 	[TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon
 	Corioli, going with drum and trumpet toward
 	COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with
 	Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout]
 LARTIUS	So, 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,
 	We cannot keep the town.
 Lieutenant	Fear not our care, sir.
 LARTIUS	Hence, and shut your gates upon's.
 	Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.
 SCENE VIII	A field of battle.
 	[Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides,
 MARCIUS	I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
 	Worse than a promise-breaker.
 AUFIDIUS	We hate alike:
 	Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
 	More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
 MARCIUS	Let the first budger die the other's slave,
 	And the gods doom him after!
 AUFIDIUS	If I fly, Marcius,
 	Holloa me like a hare.
 MARCIUS	Within 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.
 AUFIDIUS	Wert thou the Hector
 	That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
 	Thou shouldst not scape me here.
 	[They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of
 	AUFIDIUS. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in
 	Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
 	In your condemned seconds.
 SCENE IX	The Roman camp.
 	[Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish.
 	Enter, from one side, COMINIUS with the Romans; from
 	the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in a scarf]
 COMINIUS	If 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,
 	I' 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
 	Our Rome hath such a soldier.'
 	Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast,
 	Having fully dined before.
 	[Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power,
 	from the pursuit]
 LARTIUS	O general,
 	Here is the steed, we the caparison:
 	Hadst thou beheld--
 MARCIUS	Pray 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
 	As you have been; that's for my country:
 	He that has but effected his good will
 	Hath overta'en mine act.
 COMINIUS	You shall not be
 	The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
 	The 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
 	In sign of what you are, not to reward
 	What you have done--before our army hear me.
 MARCIUS	I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
 	To hear themselves remember'd.
 COMINIUS	Should they not,
 	Well 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,
 	Before the common distribution, at
 	Your only choice.
 MARCIUS	                  I thank you, general;
 	But cannot make my heart consent to take
 	A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
 	And stand upon my common part with those
 	That have beheld the doing.
 	[A long flourish. They all cry 'Marcius! Marcius!'
 	cast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and LARTIUS
 	stand bare]
 MARCIUS	May these same instruments, which you profane,
 	Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall
 	I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be
 	Made 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.--
 	Which, 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.
 COMINIUS	Too 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,
 	Then 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,
 	For what he did before Corioli, call him,
 	With all the applause and clamour of the host,
 	The addition nobly ever!
 	[Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums]
 All	Caius Marcius Coriolanus!
 CORIOLANUS	I 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
 	To the fairness of my power.
 COMINIUS	So, 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
 	The best, with whom we may articulate,
 	For their own good and ours.
 LARTIUS	I shall, my lord.
 CORIOLANUS	The gods begin to mock me. I, that now
 	Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg
 	Of my lord general.
 COMINIUS	Take't; 'tis yours. What is't?
 CORIOLANUS	I sometime lay here in Corioli
 	At a poor man's house; he used me kindly:
 	He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;
 	But then Aufidius was within my view,
 	And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
 	To give my poor host freedom.
 COMINIUS	O, well begg'd!
 	Were he the butcher of my son, he should
 	Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
 LARTIUS	Marcius, his name?
 CORIOLANUS	                  By Jupiter! forgot.
 	I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
 	Have we no wine here?
 COMINIUS	Go we to our tent:
 	The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
 	It should be look'd to: come.
 SCENE X	The camp of the Volsces.
 	[A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS,
 	bloody, with two or three Soldiers]
 AUFIDIUS	The town is ta'en!
 First Soldier	'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
 AUFIDIUS	Condition!
 	I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
 	Being 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
 	As 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,
 	True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way
 	Or wrath or craft may get him.
 First Soldier	He's the devil.
 AUFIDIUS	Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd
 	With only suffering stain by him; for him
 	Shall 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
 	My 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
 	Be hostages for Rome.
 First Soldier	Will not you go?
 AUFIDIUS	I 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
 	I may spur on my journey.
 First Soldier	I shall, sir.
 SCENE I	Rome. A public place.
 	[Enter MENENIUS with the two Tribunes of the people,
 MENENIUS	The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.
 BRUTUS	Good or bad?
 MENENIUS	Not according to the prayer of the people, for they
 	love not Marcius.
 SICINIUS	Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
 MENENIUS	Pray you, who does the wolf love?
 SICINIUS	The lamb.
 MENENIUS	Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the
 	noble Marcius.
 BRUTUS	He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.
 MENENIUS	He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
 	are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.
 Both	Well, sir.
 MENENIUS	In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you two
 	have not in abundance?
 BRUTUS	He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.
 SICINIUS	Especially in pride.
 BRUTUS	And topping all others in boasting.
 MENENIUS	This is strange now: do you two know how you are
 	censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the
 	right-hand file? do you?
 Both	Why, how are we censured?
 MENENIUS	Because you talk of pride now,--will you not be angry?
 Both	Well, well, sir, well.
 MENENIUS	Why, '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
 	being proud?
 BRUTUS	We do it not alone, sir.
 MENENIUS	I 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
 	doing 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!
 BRUTUS	What then, sir?
 MENENIUS	Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,
 	proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as
 	any in Rome.
 SICINIUS	Menenius, you are known well enough too.
 MENENIUS	I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that
 	loves 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
 	of 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
 	delivered 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
 	the 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?
 BRUTUS	Come, sir, come, we know you well enough.
 MENENIUS	You 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
 	second 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,
 	dismiss 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.
 BRUTUS	Come, come, you are well understood to be a
 	perfecter giber for the table than a necessary
 	bencher in the Capitol.
 MENENIUS	Our 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
 	wagging 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
 	since 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.
 	[BRUTUS and SICINIUS go aside]
 	How now, my as fair as noble ladies,--and the moon,
 	were she earthly, no nobler,--whither do you follow
 	your eyes so fast?
 VOLUMNIA	Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for
 	the love of Juno, let's go.
 MENENIUS	Ha! Marcius coming home!
 VOLUMNIA	Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
 MENENIUS	Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
 	Marcius coming home!
 	|  Nay,'tis true.
 VOLUMNIA	Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
 	another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one
 	at home for you.
 MENENIUS	I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for
 VIRGILIA	Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw't.
 MENENIUS	A 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
 	Galen 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.
 VIRGILIA	O, no, no, no.
 VOLUMNIA	O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
 MENENIUS	So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
 	victory in his pocket? the wounds become him.
 VOLUMNIA	On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home
 	with the oaken garland.
 MENENIUS	Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
 VOLUMNIA	Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
 	Aufidius got off.
 MENENIUS	And '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
 	that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?
 VOLUMNIA	Good 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
 VALERIA	In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
 MENENIUS	Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his
 	true purchasing.
 VIRGILIA	The gods grant them true!
 VOLUMNIA	True! pow, wow.
 MENENIUS	True! I'll be sworn they are true.
 	Where is he wounded?
 	[To the Tribunes]
 	God save your good worships! Marcius is coming
 	home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?
 VOLUMNIA	I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be
 	large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall
 	stand for his place. He received in the repulse of
 	Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.
 MENENIUS	One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,--there's
 	nine that I know.
 VOLUMNIA	He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five
 	wounds upon him.
 MENENIUS	Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
 	[A shout and flourish]
 	Hark! the trumpets.
 VOLUMNIA	These are the ushers of Marcius: before him he
 	carries 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.
 	[A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the
 	general, and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS,
 	crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and
 	Soldiers, and a Herald]
 Herald	Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight
 	Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,
 	With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these
 	In honour follows Coriolanus.
 	Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
 All	Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
 CORIOLANUS	No more of this; it does offend my heart:
 	Pray now, no more.
 COMINIUS	                  Look, sir, your mother!
 	You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
 	For my prosperity!
 VOLUMNIA	                  Nay, 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!
 CORIOLANUS	                  My 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.
 MENENIUS	Now, the gods crown thee!
 CORIOLANUS	And live you yet?
 	O my sweet lady, pardon.
 VOLUMNIA	I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
 	And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.
 MENENIUS	A 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,
 	We 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.
 COMINIUS	Ever right.
 CORIOLANUS	Menenius ever, ever.
 Herald	Give way there, and go on!
 CORIOLANUS	[To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA]  Your hand, and yours:
 	Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
 	The good patricians must be visited;
 	From whom I have received not only greetings,
 	But with them change of honours.
 VOLUMNIA	I have lived
 	To see inherited my very wishes
 	And the buildings of my fancy: only
 	There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
 	Our Rome will cast upon thee.
 CORIOLANUS	Know, good mother,
 	I had rather be their servant in my way,
 	Than sway with them in theirs.
 COMINIUS	On, to the Capitol!
 	[Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before.
 	BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward]
 BRUTUS	All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights
 	Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse
 	Into a rapture lets her baby cry
 	While 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
 	In 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
 	Of 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.
 SICINIUS	On the sudden,
 	I warrant him consul.
 BRUTUS	Then our office may,
 	During his power, go sleep.
 SICINIUS	He cannot temperately transport his honours
 	From where he should begin and end, but will
 	Lose those he hath won.
 BRUTUS	In that there's comfort.
 SICINIUS	Doubt not
 	The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
 	Upon their ancient malice will forget
 	With 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.
 BRUTUS	I heard him swear,
 	Were he to stand for consul, never would he
 	Appear 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.
 BRUTUS	It 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.
 SICINIUS	I wish no better
 	Than have him hold that purpose and to put it
 	In execution.
 BRUTUS	'Tis most like he will.
 SICINIUS	It shall be to him then as our good wills,
 	A sure destruction.
 BRUTUS	So it must fall out
 	To 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,
 	In 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.
 SICINIUS	This, 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
 	To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
 	Shall darken him for ever.
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 BRUTUS	What's the matter?
 Messenger	You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought
 	That Marcius shall be consul:
 	I 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
 	A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts:
 	I never saw the like.
 BRUTUS	Let's to the Capitol;
 	And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
 	But hearts for the event.
 SICINIUS	Have with you.
 SCENE  II	The same. The Capitol.
 	[Enter two Officers, to lay cushions]
 First Officer	Come, come, they are almost here. How many stand
 	for consulships?
 Second Officer	Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one
 	Coriolanus will carry it.
 First Officer	That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and
 	loves not the common people.
 Second Officer	Faith, 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
 	wherefore: 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
 	them plainly see't.
 First Officer	If 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
 	nothing 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 Officer	He hath deserved worthily of his country: and his
 	ascent 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
 	in 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 Officer	No more of him; he is a worthy man: make way, they
 	are coming.
 	[A sennet. Enter, with actors before them, COMINIUS
 	the consul, MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, Senators,
 	SICINIUS and BRUTUS. The Senators take their
 	places; the Tribunes take their Places by
 	themselves. CORIOLANUS stands]
 MENENIUS	Having determined of the Volsces and
 	To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
 	As the main point of this our after-meeting,
 	To 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
 	In 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 Senator	Speak, good Cominius:
 	Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
 	Rather our state's defective for requital
 	Than we to stretch it out.
 	[To the Tribunes]
 		     Masters o' the people,
 	We do request your kindest ears, and after,
 	Your loving motion toward the common body,
 	To yield what passes here.
 SICINIUS	We are convented
 	Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts
 	Inclinable to honour and advance
 	The theme of our assembly.
 BRUTUS	Which the rather
 	We shall be blest to do, if he remember
 	A kinder value of the people than
 	He hath hereto prized them at.
 MENENIUS	That's off, that's off;
 	I would you rather had been silent. Please you
 	To hear Cominius speak?
 BRUTUS	Most willingly;
 	But yet my caution was more pertinent
 	Than the rebuke you give it.
 MENENIUS	He loves your people
 	But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
 	Worthy Cominius, speak.
 	[CORIOLANUS offers to go away]
 		  Nay, keep your place.
 First Senator	Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear
 	What you have nobly done.
 CORIOLANUS	Your horror's pardon:
 	I had rather have my wounds to heal again
 	Than hear say how I got them.
 BRUTUS	Sir, I hope
 	My words disbench'd you not.
 CORIOLANUS	No, sir: yet oft,
 	When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
 	You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but
 	your people,
 	I love them as they weigh.
 MENENIUS	Pray now, sit down.
 CORIOLANUS	I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
 	When the alarum were struck than idly sit
 	To hear my nothings monster'd.
 MENENIUS	Masters of the people,
 	Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
 	That's thousand to one good one--when you now see
 	He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
 	Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.
 COMINIUS	I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
 	Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
 	That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
 	Most 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,
 	Whom 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,
 	And 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,
 	And 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
 	Turn 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
 	Was 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:
 	When, 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
 	'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd
 	Both field and city ours, he never stood
 	To ease his breast with panting.
 MENENIUS	Worthy man!
 First Senator	He cannot but with measure fit the honours
 	Which we devise him.
 COMINIUS	Our 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
 	His deeds with doing them, and is content
 	To spend the time to end it.
 MENENIUS	He's right noble:
 	Let him be call'd for.
 First Senator	Call Coriolanus.
 Officer	He doth appear.
 	[Re-enter CORIOLANUS]
 MENENIUS	The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
 	To make thee consul.
 CORIOLANUS	I do owe them still
 	My life and services.
 MENENIUS	It then remains
 	That you do speak to the people.
 CORIOLANUS	I do beseech you,
 	Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
 	Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
 	For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
 	That I may pass this doing.
 SICINIUS	Sir, the people
 	Must have their voices; neither will they bate
 	One jot of ceremony.
 MENENIUS	Put 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.
 CORIOLANUS	It is apart
 	That I shall blush in acting, and might well
 	Be taken from the people.
 BRUTUS	Mark you that?
 CORIOLANUS	To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
 	Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
 	As if I had received them for the hire
 	Of their breath only!
 MENENIUS	Do not stand upon't.
 	We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
 	Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul
 	Wish we all joy and honour.
 Senators	To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
 	[Flourish of cornets. Exeunt all but SICINIUS
 	and BRUTUS]
 BRUTUS	You see how he intends to use the people.
 SICINIUS	May they perceive's intent! He will require them,
 	As if he did contemn what he requested
 	Should be in them to give.
 BRUTUS	Come, we'll inform them
 	Of our proceedings here: on the marketplace,
 	I know, they do attend us.
 SCENE III	The same. The Forum.
 	[Enter seven or eight Citizens]
 First Citizen	Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.
 Second Citizen	We may, sir, if we will.
 Third Citizen	We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a
 	power that we have no power to do; for if he show us
 	his 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,
 	were to make a monster of the multitude: of the
 	which we being members, should bring ourselves to be
 	monstrous members.
 First Citizen	And to make us no better thought of, a little help
 	will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
 	himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.
 Third Citizen	We 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
 	one 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 Citizen	Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
 Third Citizen	Nay, 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 Citizen	Why that way?
 Third Citizen	To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
 	melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
 	for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.
 Second Citizen	You are never without your tricks: you may, you may.
 Third Citizen	Are you all resolved to give your voices? But
 	that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I
 	say, if he would incline to the people, there was
 	never a worthier man.
 	[Enter CORIOLANUS in a gown of humility,
 	with MENENIUS]
 	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
 	by 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.
 All	Content, content.
 	[Exeunt Citizens]
 MENENIUS	O sir, you are not right: have you not known
 	The worthiest men have done't?
 CORIOLANUS	What must I say?
 	'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring
 	My 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.'
 MENENIUS	O me, the gods!
 	You must not speak of that: you must desire them
 	To think upon you.
 CORIOLANUS	                  Think upon me! hang 'em!
 	I would they would forget me, like the virtues
 	Which our divines lose by 'em.
 MENENIUS	You'll mar all:
 	I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
 	In wholesome manner.
 CORIOLANUS	Bid them wash their faces
 	And keep their teeth clean.
 	[Re-enter two of the Citizens]
 		      So, here comes a brace.
 	[Re-enter a third Citizen]
 	You know the cause, air, of my standing here.
 Third Citizen	We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't.
 CORIOLANUS	Mine own desert.
 Second Citizen	Your own desert!
 CORIOLANUS	Ay, but not mine own desire.
 Third Citizen	How not your own desire?
 CORIOLANUS	No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
 	poor with begging.
 Third Citizen	You must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to
 	gain by you.
 CORIOLANUS	Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?
 First Citizen	The price is to ask it kindly.
 CORIOLANUS	Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
 	show you, which shall be yours in private. Your
 	good voice, sir; what say you?
 Second Citizen	You shall ha' it, worthy sir.
 CORIOLANUS	A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices
 	begged. I have your alms: adieu.
 Third Citizen	But this is something odd.
 Second Citizen	An 'twere to give again,--but 'tis no matter.
 	[Exeunt the three Citizens]
 	[Re-enter two other Citizens]
 CORIOLANUS	Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
 	voices that I may be consul, I have here the
 	customary gown.
 Fourth Citizen	You have deserved nobly of your country, and you
 	have not deserved nobly.
 CORIOLANUS	Your enigma?
 Fourth Citizen	You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have
 	been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved
 	the common people.
 CORIOLANUS	You 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
 	rather 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,
 	I may be consul.
 Fifth Citizen	We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give
 	you our voices heartily.
 Fourth Citizen	You have received many wounds for your country.
 CORIOLANUS	I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I
 	will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.
 Both Citizens	The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!
 CORIOLANUS	Most sweet voices!
 	Better it is to die, better to starve,
 	Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
 	Why 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,
 	And 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.
 	[Re-enter three Citizens more]
 	Here 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
 	Done many things, some less, some more your voices:
 	Indeed I would be consul.
 Sixth Citizen	He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest
 	man's voice.
 Seventh Citizen	Therefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy,
 	and make him good friend to the people!
 All Citizens	Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!
 CORIOLANUS	Worthy voices!
 	[Re-enter MENENIUS, with BRUTUS and SICINIUS]
 MENENIUS	You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes
 	Endue you with the people's voice: remains
 	That, in the official marks invested, you
 	Anon do meet the senate.
 CORIOLANUS	Is this done?
 SICINIUS	The custom of request you have discharged:
 	The people do admit you, and are summon'd
 	To meet anon, upon your approbation.
 CORIOLANUS	Where? at the senate-house?
 SICINIUS	There, Coriolanus.
 CORIOLANUS	May I change these garments?
 SICINIUS	You may, sir.
 CORIOLANUS	That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
 	Repair to the senate-house.
 MENENIUS	I'll keep you company. Will you along?
 BRUTUS	We stay here for the people.
 SICINIUS	Fare you well.
 	He has it now, and by his looks methink
 	'Tis warm at 's heart.
 BRUTUS	With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds.
 	will you dismiss the people?
 	[Re-enter Citizens]
 SICINIUS	How now, my masters! have you chose this man?
 First Citizen	He has our voices, sir.
 BRUTUS	We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.
 Second Citizen	Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice,
 	He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.
 Third Citizen	Certainly
 	He flouted us downright.
 First Citizen	No,'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.
 Second Citizen	Not 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.
 SICINIUS	Why, so he did, I am sure.
 Citizens	No, no; no man saw 'em.
 Third Citizen	He said he had wounds, which he could show
 	in private;
 	And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,
 	'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
 	your voices,
 	I have no further with you.' Was not this mockery?
 SICINIUS	Why either were you ignorant to see't,
 	Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness
 	To yield your voices?
 BRUTUS	Could 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
 	I' 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
 	That 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.
 SICINIUS	Thus 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
 	Or 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.
 BRUTUS	Did 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
 	No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry
 	Against the rectorship of judgment?
 SICINIUS	Have you
 	Ere now denied the asker? and now again
 	Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow
 	Your sued-for tongues?
 Third Citizen	He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet.
 Second Citizen	And will deny him:
 	I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.
 First Citizen	I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.
 BRUTUS	Get 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.
 SICINIUS	Let 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,
 	How 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.
 	A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured,
 	No impediment between, but that you must
 	Cast your election on him.
 SICINIUS	Say, you chose him
 	More 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.
 BRUTUS	Ay, 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,
 	Who, after great Hostilius, here was king;
 	Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,
 	That our beat water brought by conduits hither;
 	And  [Censorinus,]  nobly named so,
 	Twice being  [by the people chosen]  censor,
 	Was his great ancestor.
 SICINIUS	One 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,
 	Scaling his present bearing with his past,
 	That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke
 	Your sudden approbation.
 BRUTUS	Say, you ne'er had done't--
 	Harp on that still--but by our putting on;
 	And presently, when you have drawn your number,
 	Repair to the Capitol.
 All	We will so: almost all
 	Repent in their election.
 	[Exeunt Citizens]
 BRUTUS	Let them go on;
 	This 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.
 SICINIUS	To 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.
 SCENE I	Rome. A street.
 	[Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the
 	Gentry, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators]
 CORIOLANUS	Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
 LARTIUS	He had, my lord; and that it was which caused
 	Our swifter composition.
 CORIOLANUS	So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
 	Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
 	Upon's again.
 COMINIUS	They are worn, lord consul, so,
 	That we shall hardly in our ages see
 	Their banners wave again.
 CORIOLANUS	Saw you Aufidius?
 LARTIUS	On 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.
 CORIOLANUS	Spoke he of me?
 LARTIUS	                  He did, my lord.
 CORIOLANUS	How? what?
 LARTIUS	How 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
 	To hopeless restitution, so he might
 	Be call'd your vanquisher.
 CORIOLANUS	At Antium lives he?
 LARTIUS	At Antium.
 CORIOLANUS	I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
 	To 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.
 SICINIUS	Pass no further.
 CORIOLANUS	Ha! what is that?
 BRUTUS	It will be dangerous to go on: no further.
 CORIOLANUS	What makes this change?
 MENENIUS	The matter?
 COMINIUS	Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
 BRUTUS	Cominius, no.
 CORIOLANUS	                  Have I had children's voices?
 First Senator	Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
 BRUTUS	The people are incensed against him.
 	Or all will fall in broil.
 CORIOLANUS	Are these your herd?
 	Must these have voices, that can yield them now
 	And straight disclaim their tongues? What are
 	your offices?
 	You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
 	Have you not set them on?
 MENENIUS	Be calm, be calm.
 CORIOLANUS	It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
 	To curb the will of the nobility:
 	Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule
 	Nor ever will be ruled.
 BRUTUS	Call't not a plot:
 	The people cry you mock'd them, and of late,
 	When corn was given them gratis, you repined;
 	Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them
 	Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
 CORIOLANUS	Why, this was known before.
 BRUTUS	Not to them all.
 CORIOLANUS	Have you inform'd them sithence?
 BRUTUS	How! I inform them!
 CORIOLANUS	You are like to do such business.
 BRUTUS	Not unlike,
 	Each way, to better yours.
 CORIOLANUS	Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
 	Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
 	Your fellow tribune.
 SICINIUS	You show too much of that
 	For which the people stir: if you will pass
 	To 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.
 MENENIUS	Let's be calm.
 COMINIUS	The 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.
 CORIOLANUS	Tell me of corn!
 	This was my speech, and I will speak't again--
 MENENIUS	Not now, not now.
 First Senator	                  Not in this heat, sir, now.
 CORIOLANUS	Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
 	I crave their pardons:
 	For 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,
 	Which 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.
 MENENIUS	Well, no more.
 First Senator	No more words, we beseech you.
 CORIOLANUS	How! no more!
 	As for my country I have shed my blood,
 	Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
 	Coin words till their decay against those measles,
 	Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought
 	The very way to catch them.
 BRUTUS	You speak o' the people,
 	As if you were a god to punish, not
 	A man of their infirmity.
 SICINIUS	'Twere well
 	We let the people know't.
 MENENIUS	What, what? his choler?
 	Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
 	By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
 SICINIUS	It is a mind
 	That shall remain a poison where it is,
 	Not poison any further.
 CORIOLANUS	Shall remain!
 	Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
 	His absolute 'shall'?
 COMINIUS	'Twas from the canon.
 	O 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
 	To 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,
 	Let 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,'
 	His 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
 	May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take
 	The one by the other.
 COMINIUS	Well, on to the market-place.
 CORIOLANUS	Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
 	The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
 	Sometime in Greece,--
 MENENIUS	Well, well, no more of that.
 CORIOLANUS	Though there the people had more absolute power,
 	I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
 	The ruin of the state.
 BRUTUS	Why, shall the people give
 	One that speaks thus their voice?
 CORIOLANUS	I'll give my reasons,
 	More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
 	Was not our recompense, resting well assured
 	That 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
 	Most 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
 	The 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
 	Call our cares fears; which will in time
 	Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in
 	The crows to peck the eagles.
 MENENIUS	Come, enough.
 BRUTUS	Enough, with over-measure.
 CORIOLANUS	No, 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,
 	Cannot 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,
 	Nothing 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
 	To 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
 	Of that integrity which should become't,
 	Not having the power to do the good it would,
 	For the in which doth control't.
 BRUTUS	Has said enough.
 SICINIUS	Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
 	As traitors do.
 CORIOLANUS	                  Thou 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,
 	When 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.
 BRUTUS	Manifest treason!
 SICINIUS	                  This a consul? no.
 BRUTUS	The aediles, ho!
 	[Enter an AEdile]
 	Let him be apprehended.
 SICINIUS	Go, call the people:
 	[Exit AEdile]
 		in whose name myself
 	Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,
 	A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee,
 	And follow to thine answer.
 CORIOLANUS	Hence, old goat!
 Senators, &C	We'll surety him.
 COMINIUS	                  Aged sir, hands off.
 CORIOLANUS	Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
 	Out of thy garments.
 SICINIUS	Help, ye citizens!
 	[Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with
 	the AEdiles]
 MENENIUS	On both sides more respect.
 SICINIUS	Here's he that would take from you all your power.
 BRUTUS	Seize him, AEdiles!
 Citizens	Down with him! down with him!
 Senators, &C	Weapons, weapons, weapons!
 	[They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying]
 	'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!'
 	'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!'
 	'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!'
 MENENIUS	What is about to be? I am out of breath;
 	Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
 	To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
 	Speak, good Sicinius.
 SICINIUS	Hear me, people; peace!
 Citizens	Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak.
 SICINIUS	You are at point to lose your liberties:
 	Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
 	Whom late you have named for consul.
 MENENIUS	Fie, fie, fie!
 	This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
 First Senator	To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
 SICINIUS	What is the city but the people?
 Citizens	True,
 	The people are the city.
 BRUTUS	By the consent of all, we were establish'd
 	The people's magistrates.
 Citizens	You so remain.
 MENENIUS	And so are like to do.
 COMINIUS	That 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.
 SICINIUS	This deserves death.
 BRUTUS	Or 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
 	Of present death.
 SICINIUS	                  Therefore lay hold of him;
 	Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
 	Into destruction cast him.
 BRUTUS	AEdiles, seize him!
 Citizens	Yield, Marcius, yield!
 MENENIUS	Hear me one word;
 	Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
 AEdile	Peace, peace!
 MENENIUS	[To BRUTUS]  Be that you seem, truly your
 	country's friend,
 	And temperately proceed to what you would
 	Thus violently redress.
 BRUTUS	Sir, those cold ways,
 	That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
 	Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
 	And bear him to the rock.
 CORIOLANUS	No, I'll die here.
 	[Drawing his sword]
 	There's some among you have beheld me fighting:
 	Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
 MENENIUS	Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
 BRUTUS	Lay hands upon him.
 COMINIUS	Help Marcius, help,
 	You that be noble; help him, young and old!
 Citizens	Down with him, down with him!
 	[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the AEdiles, and the
 	People, are beat in]
 MENENIUS	Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
 	All will be naught else.
 Second Senator	Get you gone.
 COMINIUS	Stand fast;
 	We have as many friends as enemies.
 MENENIUS	Sham it be put to that?
 First Senator	The gods forbid!
 	I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
 	Leave us to cure this cause.
 MENENIUS	For 'tis a sore upon us,
 	You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
 COMINIUS	Come, sir, along with us.
 CORIOLANUS	I 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--
 MENENIUS	Be gone;
 	Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
 	One time will owe another.
 CORIOLANUS	On fair ground
 	I could beat forty of them.
 COMINIUS	I 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
 	Against 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.
 MENENIUS	Pray you, be gone:
 	I'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.
 COMINIUS	Nay, come away.
 	[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and others]
 A Patrician	This man has marr'd his fortune.
 MENENIUS	His 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
 	He heard the name of death.
 	[A noise within]
 		      Here's goodly work!
 Second Patrician	I would they were abed!
 MENENIUS	I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
 	Could he not speak 'em fair?
 	[Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble]
 SICINIUS	Where is this viper
 	That would depopulate the city and
 	Be every man himself?
 MENENIUS	You worthy tribunes,--
 SICINIUS	He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
 	With 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 Citizen	He shall well know
 	The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
 	And we their hands.
 Citizens	He shall, sure on't.
 MENENIUS	Sir, sir,--
 MENENIUS	Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
 	With modest warrant.
 SICINIUS	Sir, how comes't that you
 	Have holp to make this rescue?
 MENENIUS	Hear me speak:
 	As I do know the consul's worthiness,
 	So can I name his faults,--
 SICINIUS	Consul! what consul?
 MENENIUS	The consul Coriolanus.
 BRUTUS	He consul!
 Citizens	No, no, no, no, no.
 MENENIUS	If, 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.
 SICINIUS	Speak 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
 	He dies to-night.
 MENENIUS	                  Now 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
 	Should now eat up her own!
 SICINIUS	He's a disease that must be cut away.
 MENENIUS	O, 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?
 	Killing 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,
 	A brand to the end o' the world.
 SICINIUS	This is clean kam.
 BRUTUS	Merely awry: when he did love his country,
 	It honour'd him.
 MENENIUS	                  The service of the foot
 	Being once gangrened, is not then respected
 	For what before it was.
 BRUTUS	We'll hear no more.
 	Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
 	Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
 	Spread further.
 MENENIUS	                  One 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;
 	Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
 	And sack great Rome with Romans.
 BRUTUS	If it were so,--
 SICINIUS	What do ye talk?
 	Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
 	Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.
 MENENIUS	Consider 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,
 	I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
 	Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,
 	In peace, to his utmost peril.
 First Senator	Noble tribunes,
 	It is the humane way: the other course
 	Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
 	Unknown to the beginning.
 SICINIUS	Noble Menenius,
 	Be you then as the people's officer.
 	Masters, lay down your weapons.
 BRUTUS	Go not home.
 SICINIUS	Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there:
 	Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed
 	In our first way.
 MENENIUS	                  I'll bring him to you.
 	[To the Senators]
 	Let me desire your company: he must come,
 	Or what is worst will follow.
 First Senator	Pray you, let's to him.
 SCENE II	A room in CORIOLANUS'S house.
 	[Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians]
 CORIOLANUS	Let 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
 	Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
 	Be thus to them.
 A Patrician	You do the nobler.
 CORIOLANUS	I muse my mother
 	Does not approve me further, who was wont
 	To 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.
 	[Enter VOLUMNIA]
 		    I 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.
 VOLUMNIA	                  O, sir, sir, sir,
 	I would have had you put your power well on,
 	Before you had worn it out.
 VOLUMNIA	You might have been enough the man you are,
 	With striving less to be so; lesser had been
 	The thwartings of your dispositions, if
 	You had not show'd them how ye were disposed
 	Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
 CORIOLANUS	Let them hang.
 A Patrician	Ay, and burn too.
 	[Enter MENENIUS and Senators]
 MENENIUS	Come, come, you have been too rough, something
 	too rough;
 	You must return and mend it.
 First Senator	There's no remedy;
 	Unless, by not so doing, our good city
 	Cleave in the midst, and perish.
 VOLUMNIA	Pray, 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.
 MENENIUS	                  Well 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.
 CORIOLANUS	What must I do?
 MENENIUS	Return to the tribunes.
 CORIOLANUS	Well, what then? what then?
 MENENIUS	Repent what you have spoke.
 CORIOLANUS	For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
 	Must I then do't to them?
 VOLUMNIA	You 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,
 	I' 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.
 CORIOLANUS	Tush, tush!
 MENENIUS	A good demand.
 VOLUMNIA	If 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
 	It stands in like request?
 CORIOLANUS	Why force you this?
 VOLUMNIA	Because 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,
 	But 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,
 	Which 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,
 	Your 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.
 MENENIUS	Noble lady!
 	Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
 	Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
 	Of what is past.
 VOLUMNIA	                  I prithee now, my son,
 	Go 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,
 	Which 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,
 	Were 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.
 MENENIUS	This but done,
 	Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
 	For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
 	As words to little purpose.
 VOLUMNIA	Prithee now,
 	Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
 	Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
 	Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
 	[Enter COMINIUS]
 COMINIUS	I 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.
 MENENIUS	Only fair speech.
 COMINIUS	                  I think 'twill serve, if he
 	Can thereto frame his spirit.
 VOLUMNIA	He must, and will
 	Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
 CORIOLANUS	Must 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
 	And 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.
 COMINIUS	Come, come, we'll prompt you.
 VOLUMNIA	I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
 	My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
 	To have my praise for this, perform a part
 	Thou hast not done before.
 CORIOLANUS	Well, I must do't:
 	Away, my disposition, and possess me
 	Some 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
 	The 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
 	And by my body's action teach my mind
 	A most inherent baseness.
 VOLUMNIA	At thy choice, then:
 	To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
 	Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
 	Thy 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.
 CORIOLANUS	Pray, be content:
 	Mother, I am going to the market-place;
 	Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,
 	Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
 	Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
 	Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul;
 	Or never trust to what my tongue can do
 	I' the way of flattery further.
 VOLUMNIA	Do your will.
 COMINIUS	Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
 	To answer mildly; for they are prepared
 	With accusations, as I hear, more strong
 	Than are upon you yet.
 CORIOLANUS	The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
 	Let them accuse me by invention, I
 	Will answer in mine honour.
 MENENIUS	Ay, but mildly.
 CORIOLANUS	Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
 SCENE III	The same. The Forum.
 BRUTUS	In 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
 	Was ne'er distributed.
 	[Enter an AEdile]
 	What, will he come?
 AEdile	He's coming.
 BRUTUS	How accompanied?
 AEdile	With old Menenius, and those senators
 	That always favour'd him.
 SICINIUS	Have you a catalogue
 	Of all the voices that we have procured
 	Set down by the poll?
 AEdile	I have; 'tis ready.
 SICINIUS	Have you collected them by tribes?
 AEdile	I have.
 SICINIUS	Assemble 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
 	For 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.
 AEdile	I shall inform them.
 BRUTUS	And 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.
 AEdile	Very well.
 SICINIUS	Make them be strong and ready for this hint,
 	When we shall hap to give 't them.
 BRUTUS	Go about it.
 	[Exit AEdile]
 	Put him to choler straight: he hath been used
 	Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
 	Of 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.
 SICINIUS	Well, here he comes.
 	with Senators and Patricians]
 MENENIUS	Calmly, I do beseech you.
 CORIOLANUS	Ay, 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!
 	Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
 	And not our streets with war!
 First Senator	Amen, amen.
 MENENIUS	A noble wish.
 	[Re-enter AEdile, with Citizens]
 SICINIUS	Draw near, ye people.
 AEdile	List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!
 CORIOLANUS	First, hear me speak.
 Both Tribunes	Well, say. Peace, ho!
 CORIOLANUS	Shall I be charged no further than this present?
 	Must all determine here?
 SICINIUS	I do demand,
 	If you submit you to the people's voices,
 	Allow their officers and are content
 	To suffer lawful censure for such faults
 	As shall be proved upon you?
 CORIOLANUS	I am content.
 MENENIUS	Lo, 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.
 CORIOLANUS	Scratches with briers,
 	Scars to move laughter only.
 MENENIUS	Consider further,
 	That when he speaks not like a citizen,
 	You find him like a soldier: do not take
 	His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
 	But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
 	Rather than envy you.
 COMINIUS	Well, well, no more.
 CORIOLANUS	What is the matter
 	That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
 	I am so dishonour'd that the very hour
 	You take it off again?
 SICINIUS	Answer to us.
 CORIOLANUS	Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
 SICINIUS	We 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.
 CORIOLANUS	How! traitor!
 MENENIUS	                  Nay, temperately; your promise.
 CORIOLANUS	The 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
 	Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
 	'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free
 	As I do pray the gods.
 SICINIUS	Mark you this, people?
 Citizens	To the rock, to the rock with him!
 	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
 	Those whose great power must try him; even this,
 	So criminal and in such capital kind,
 	Deserves the extremest death.
 BRUTUS	But since he hath
 	Served well for Rome,--
 CORIOLANUS	What do you prate of service?
 BRUTUS	I talk of that, that know it.
 MENENIUS	Is this the promise that you made your mother?
 COMINIUS	Know, I pray you,--
 CORIOLANUS	I 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;
 	Nor cheque my courage for what they can give,
 	To have't with saying 'Good morrow.'
 SICINIUS	For that he has,
 	As much as in him lies, from time to time
 	Envied against the people, seeking means
 	To 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,
 	Even 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.
 Citizens	It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:
 	He's banish'd, and it shall be so.
 COMINIUS	Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,--
 SICINIUS	He's sentenced; no more hearing.
 COMINIUS	Let me speak:
 	I 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,
 	And treasure of my loins; then if I would
 	Speak that,--
 SICINIUS	                  We know your drift: speak what?
 BRUTUS	There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd,
 	As enemy to the people and his country:
 	It shall be so.
 Citizens	It shall be so, it shall be so.
 CORIOLANUS	You 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
 	That 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
 	To 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
 	That won you without blows! Despising,
 	For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
 	There is a world elsewhere.
 	and Patricians]
 AEdile	The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
 Citizens	Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!
 	[Shouting, and throwing up their caps]
 SICINIUS	Go, 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.
 Citizens	Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come.
 	The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.
 SCENE I	Rome. Before a gate of the city.
 	COMINIUS, with the young Nobility of Rome]
 CORIOLANUS	Come, 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;
 	That 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
 	With precepts that would make invincible
 	The heart that conn'd them.
 VIRGILIA	O heavens! O heavens!
 CORIOLANUS	Nay! prithee, woman,--
 VOLUMNIA	Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
 	And occupations perish!
 CORIOLANUS	What, 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,
 	Six 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,
 	And 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
 	My 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
 	With cautelous baits and practise.
 VOLUMNIA	My first son.
 	Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
 	With thee awhile: determine on some course,
 	More than a wild exposture to each chance
 	That starts i' the way before thee.
 CORIOLANUS	O the gods!
 COMINIUS	I'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
 	A 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.
 CORIOLANUS	Fare ye well:
 	Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
 	Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
 	That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate.
 	Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
 	My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,
 	Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
 	While I remain above the ground, you shall
 	Hear from me still, and never of me aught
 	But what is like me formerly.
 MENENIUS	That's worthily
 	As 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.
 CORIOLANUS	Give me thy hand: Come.
 SCENE II	The same. A  street near the gate.
 	[Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an AEdile]
 SICINIUS	Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further.
 	The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided
 	In his behalf.
 BRUTUS	                  Now we have shown our power,
 	Let us seem humbler after it is done
 	Than when it was a-doing.
 SICINIUS	Bid them home:
 	Say their great enemy is gone, and they
 	Stand in their ancient strength.
 BRUTUS	Dismiss them home.
 	[Exit AEdile]
 	Here comes his mother.
 SICINIUS	Let's not meet her.
 SICINIUS	They say she's mad.
 BRUTUS	They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.
 VOLUMNIA	O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
 	Requite your love!
 MENENIUS	                  Peace, peace; be not so loud.
 VOLUMNIA	If that I could for weeping, you should hear,--
 	Nay, and you shall hear some.
 		        Will you be gone?
 VIRGILIA	[To SICINIUS]  You shall stay too: I would I had the power
 	To say so to my husband.
 SICINIUS	Are you mankind?
 VOLUMNIA	Ay, 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?
 SICINIUS	O blessed heavens!
 VOLUMNIA	More 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.
 SICINIUS	What then?
 VIRGILIA	What then!
 	He'ld make an end of thy posterity.
 VOLUMNIA	Bastards and all.
 	Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
 MENENIUS	Come, come, peace.
 SICINIUS	I would he had continued to his country
 	As he began, and not unknit himself
 	The noble knot he made.
 BRUTUS	I would he had.
 VOLUMNIA	'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.
 BRUTUS	Pray, let us go.
 VOLUMNIA	Now, 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--
 	Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.
 BRUTUS	Well, well, we'll leave you.
 SICINIUS	Why stay we to be baited
 	With one that wants her wits?
 VOLUMNIA	Take my prayers with you.
 	[Exeunt Tribunes]
 	I 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.
 MENENIUS	You have told them home;
 	And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
 VOLUMNIA	Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
 	And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go:
 	Leave this faint puling and lament as I do,
 	In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.
 MENENIUS	Fie, fie, fie!
 SCENE III	A highway between Rome and Antium.
 	[Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting]
 Roman	I know you well, sir, and you know
 	me: your name, I think, is Adrian.
 Volsce	It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.
 Roman	I am a Roman; and my services are,
 	as you are, against 'em: know you me yet?
 Volsce	Nicanor? no.
 Roman	The same, sir.
 Volsce	You had more beard when I last saw you; but your
 	favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the
 	news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state,
 	to find you out there: you have well saved me a
 	day's journey.
 Roman	There hath been in Rome strange insurrections; the
 	people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
 Volsce	Hath 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.
 Roman	The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing
 	would make it flame again: for the nobles receive
 	so to heart the banishment of that worthy
 	Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take
 	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
 	breaking out.
 Volsce	Coriolanus banished!
 Roman	Banished, sir.
 Volsce	You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.
 Roman	The day serves well for them now. I have heard it
 	said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is
 	when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble
 	Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his
 	great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request
 	of his country.
 Volsce	He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus
 	accidentally to encounter you: you have ended my
 	business, and I will merrily accompany you home.
 Roman	I shall, between this and supper, tell you most
 	strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of
 	their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?
 Volsce	A most royal one; the centurions and their charges,
 	distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment,
 	and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
 Roman	I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the
 	man, I think, that shall set them in present action.
 	So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.
 Volsce	You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause
 	to be glad of yours.
 Roman	Well, let us go together.
 SCENE IV	Antium. Before Aufidius's house.
 	[Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguised
 	and muffled]
 CORIOLANUS	A 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,
 	Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
 	In puny battle slay me.
 	[Enter a Citizen]
 		  Save you, sir.
 Citizen	And you.
 CORIOLANUS	       Direct me, if it be your will,
 	Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
 Citizen	He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
 	At his house this night.
 CORIOLANUS	Which is his house, beseech you?
 Citizen	This, here before you.
 CORIOLANUS	Thank you, sir: farewell.
 	[Exit Citizen]
 	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
 	Unseparable, 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,
 	Some 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,
 	I'll do his country service.
 SCENE V	The same. A hall in Aufidius's house.
 	[Music within. Enter a Servingman]
 First Servingman	Wine, wine, wine! What service
 	is here! I think our fellows are asleep.
 	[Enter a second Servingman]
 Second Servingman	Where's Cotus? my master calls
 	for him. Cotus!
 CORIOLANUS	A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
 	Appear not like a guest.
 	[Re-enter the first Servingman]
 First Servingman	What would you have, friend? whence are you?
 	Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.
 CORIOLANUS	I have deserved no better entertainment,
 	In being Coriolanus.
 	[Re-enter second Servingman]
 Second Servingman	Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
 	head; that he gives entrance to such companions?
 	Pray, get you out.
 Second Servingman	Away! get you away.
 CORIOLANUS	Now thou'rt troublesome.
 Second Servingman	Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.
 	[Enter a third Servingman. The first meets him]
 Third Servingman	What fellow's this?
 First Servingman	A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him
 	out of the house: prithee, call my master to him.
 Third Servingman	What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid
 	the house.
 CORIOLANUS	Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.
 Third Servingman	What are you?
 CORIOLANUS	A gentleman.
 Third Servingman	A marvellous poor one.
 CORIOLANUS	True, so I am.
 Third Servingman	Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other
 	station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.
 CORIOLANUS	Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
 	[Pushes him away]
 Third Servingman	What, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a
 	strange guest he has here.
 Second Servingman	And I shall.
 Third Servingman	Where dwellest thou?
 CORIOLANUS	Under the canopy.
 Third Servingman	Under the canopy!
 Third Servingman	Where's that?
 CORIOLANUS	I' the city of kites and crows.
 Third Servingman	I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!
 	Then thou dwellest with daws too?
 CORIOLANUS	No, I serve not thy master.
 Third Servingman	How, sir! do you meddle with my master?
 CORIOLANUS	Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
 	mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy
 	trencher, hence!
 	[Beats him away. Exit third Servingman]
 	[Enter AUFIDIUS with the second Servingman]
 AUFIDIUS	Where is this fellow?
 Second Servingman	Here, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for
 	disturbing the lords within.
 AUFIDIUS	Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?
 	Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name?
 	Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not
 	Think me for the man I am, necessity
 	Commands me name myself.
 AUFIDIUS	What is thy name?
 CORIOLANUS	A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
 	And harsh in sound to thine.
 AUFIDIUS	Say, what's thy name?
 	Thou 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?
 CORIOLANUS	Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
 	thou me yet?
 AUFIDIUS	I know thee not: thy name?
 CORIOLANUS	My 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,
 	The 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;
 	The 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
 	Hath 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,
 	Stand 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,
 	And 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
 	Thou 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,
 	Since 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.
 AUFIDIUS	O Marcius, Marcius!
 	Each 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
 	Mine 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
 	As 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
 	Than 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
 	Twelve 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,
 	Had 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,
 	And 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.
 CORIOLANUS	You bless me, gods!
 AUFIDIUS	Therefore, 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;
 	Whether 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!
 	And more a friend than e'er an enemy;
 	Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome!
 	[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. The two
 	Servingmen come forward]
 First Servingman	Here's a strange alteration!
 Second Servingman	By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with
 	a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a
 	false report of him.
 First Servingman	What an arm he has! he turned me about with his
 	finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
 Second Servingman	Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in
 	him: he had, sir, a kind of face, methought,--I
 	cannot tell how to term it.
 First Servingman	He had so; looking as it were--would I were hanged,
 	but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
 Second Servingman	So did I, I'll be sworn: he is simply the rarest
 	man i' the world.
 First Servingman	I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on.
 Second Servingman	Who, my master?
 First Servingman	Nay, it's no matter for that.
 Second Servingman	Worth six on him.
 First Servingman	Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the
 	greater soldier.
 Second Servingman	Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that:
 	for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
 First Servingman	Ay, and for an assault too.
 	[Re-enter third Servingman]
 Third Servingman	O slaves, I can tell you news,-- news, you rascals!
 First Servingman	|
 	|  What, what, what? let's partake.
 Second Servingman	|
 Third Servingman	I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as
 	lieve be a condemned man.
 First Servingman	|
 	|  Wherefore? wherefore?
 Second Servingman	|
 Third Servingman	Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,
 	Caius Marcius.
 First Servingman	Why do you say 'thwack our general '?
 Third Servingman	I do not say 'thwack our general;' but he was always
 	good enough for him.
 Second Servingman	Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too
 	hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
 First Servingman	He 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 Servingman	An he had been cannibally given, he might have
 	broiled and eaten him too.
 First Servingman	But, more of thy news?
 Third Servingman	Why, 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
 	stand 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
 	yesterday; 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 Servingman	And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.
 Third Servingman	Do'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 Servingman	Directitude! what's that?
 Third Servingman	But 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
 First Servingman	But when goes this forward?
 Third Servingman	To-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 Servingman	Why, then we shall have a stirring world again.
 	This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase
 	tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
 First Servingman	Let 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;
 	mulled, 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 Servingman	Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
 Third Servingman	Reason; 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.
 All	In, in, in, in!
 SCENE VI	Rome. A public place.
 SICINIUS	We 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
 	Blush 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.
 BRUTUS	We stood to't in good time.
 	[Enter MENENIUS]
 		      Is this Menenius?
 SICINIUS	'Tis he,'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late.
 Both Tribunes	Hail sir!
 MENENIUS	        Hail to you both!
 SICINIUS	Your Coriolanus
 	Is not much miss'd, but with his friends:
 	The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do,
 	Were he more angry at it.
 MENENIUS	All's well; and might have been much better, if
 	He could have temporized.
 SICINIUS	Where is he, hear you?
 MENENIUS	Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
 	Hear nothing from him.
 	[Enter three or four Citizens]
 Citizens	The gods preserve you both!
 SICINIUS	God-den, our neighbours.
 BRUTUS	God-den to you all, god-den to you all.
 First Citizen	Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
 	Are bound to pray for you both.
 SICINIUS	Live, and thrive!
 BRUTUS	Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus
 	Had loved you as we did.
 Citizens	Now the gods keep you!
 Both Tribunes	Farewell, farewell.
 	[Exeunt Citizens]
 SICINIUS	This is a happier and more comely time
 	Than when these fellows ran about the streets,
 	Crying confusion.
 BRUTUS	                  Caius Marcius was
 	A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,
 	O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
 SICINIUS	                  And affecting one sole throne,
 	Without assistance.
 MENENIUS	I think not so.
 SICINIUS	We should by this, to all our lamentation,
 	If he had gone forth consul, found it so.
 BRUTUS	The gods have well prevented it, and Rome
 	Sits safe and still without him.
 	[Enter an AEdile]
 AEdile	Worthy tribunes,
 	There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
 	Reports, 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,
 	Who, 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.
 SICINIUS	Come, what talk you
 	Of Marcius?
 BRUTUS	Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be
 	The Volsces dare break with us.
 MENENIUS	Cannot be!
 	We have record that very well it can,
 	And 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
 	Of what is to be dreaded.
 SICINIUS	Tell not me:
 	I know this cannot be.
 BRUTUS	Not possible.
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 Messenger	The nobles in great earnestness are going
 	All 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.
 Messenger	Yes, worthy sir,
 	The slave's report is seconded; and more,
 	More fearful, is deliver'd.
 SICINIUS	What more fearful?
 Messenger	It is spoke freely out of many mouths--
 	How 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.
 SICINIUS	This is most likely!
 BRUTUS	Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish
 	Good Marcius home again.
 SICINIUS	The very trick on't.
 MENENIUS	This is unlikely:
 	He and Aufidius can no more atone
 	Than violentest contrariety.
 	[Enter a second Messenger]
 Second Messenger	You are sent for to the senate:
 	A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius
 	Associated with Aufidius, rages
 	Upon our territories; and have already
 	O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took
 	What lay before them.
 	[Enter COMINIUS]
 COMINIUS	O, you have made good work!
 MENENIUS	What news? what news?
 COMINIUS	You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
 	To melt the city leads upon your pates,
 	To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,--
 MENENIUS	What's the news? what's the news?
 COMINIUS	Your temples burned in their cement, and
 	Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
 	Into an auger's bore.
 MENENIUS	Pray now, your news?
 	You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?--
 	If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,--
 	He 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,
 	Or butchers killing flies.
 MENENIUS	You 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!
 COMINIUS	He will shake
 	Your Rome about your ears.
 MENENIUS	As Hercules
 	Did shake down mellow fruit.
 	You have made fair work!
 BRUTUS	But is this true, sir?
 COMINIUS	Ay; 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,
 	And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
 	Your enemies and his find something in him.
 MENENIUS	We are all undone, unless
 	The noble man have mercy.
 COMINIUS	Who shall ask it?
 	The 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,
 	And 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,
 	You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!
 COMINIUS	You have brought
 	A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
 	So incapable of help.
 Both Tribunes	Say not we brought it.
 MENENIUS	How! 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.
 COMINIUS	But I fear
 	They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
 	The 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.
 	[Enter a troop of Citizens]
 MENENIUS	Here come the clusters.
 	And 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
 	Which 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.
 Citizens	Faith, we hear fearful news.
 First Citizen	For mine own part,
 	When I said, banish him, I said 'twas pity.
 Second Citizen	And so did I.
 Third Citizen	And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very
 	many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and
 	though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet
 	it was against our will.
 COMINIUS	Ye re goodly things, you voices!
 MENENIUS	You have made
 	Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?
 COMINIUS	O, ay, what else?
 SICINIUS	Go, 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,
 	And show no sign of fear.
 First Citizen	The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home.
 	I ever said we were i' the wrong when we banished
 Second Citizen	So did we all. But, come, let's home.
 	[Exeunt Citizens]
 BRUTUS	I do not like this news.
 BRUTUS	Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth
 	Would buy this for a lie!
 SICINIUS	Pray, let us go.
 SCENE VII	A camp, at a small distance from Rome.
 	[Enter AUFIDIUS and his Lieutenant]
 AUFIDIUS	Do they still fly to the Roman?
 Lieutenant	I 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;
 	And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
 	Even by your own.
 AUFIDIUS	                  I cannot help it now,
 	Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
 	Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier,
 	Even 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.
 Lieutenant	Yet I wish, sir,--
 	I 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.
 AUFIDIUS	I understand thee well; and be thou sure,
 	when 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,
 	Fights 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.
 Lieutenant	Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?
 AUFIDIUS	All 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
 	To 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,
 	Which 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
 	From 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,
 	So 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
 	To 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.
 SCENE I	Rome. A public place.
 	and others]
 MENENIUS	No, 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;
 	A 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.
 COMINIUS	He would not seem to know me.
 MENENIUS	Do you hear?
 COMINIUS	Yet 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,
 	Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire
 	Of burning Rome.
 MENENIUS	Why, so: you have made good work!
 	A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
 	To make coals cheap,--a noble memory!
 COMINIUS	I 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.
 MENENIUS	Very well:
 	Could he say less?
 COMINIUS	I 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,
 	For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
 	And still to nose the offence.
 MENENIUS	For one poor grain or two!
 	I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child,
 	And this brave fellow too, we are the grains:
 	You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
 	Above the moon: we must be burnt for you.
 SICINIUS	Nay, 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
 	Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue,
 	More than the instant army we can make,
 	Might stop our countryman.
 MENENIUS	No, I'll not meddle.
 SICINIUS	Pray you, go to him.
 MENENIUS	What should I do?
 BRUTUS	Only make trial what your love can do
 	For Rome, towards Marcius.
 MENENIUS	Well, and say that Marcius
 	Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
 	Unheard; what then?
 	But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
 	With his unkindness? say't be so?
 SICINIUS	Yet your good will
 	must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure
 	As you intended well.
 MENENIUS	I'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:
 	The 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
 	Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him
 	Till he be dieted to my request,
 	And then I'll set upon him.
 BRUTUS	You know the very road into his kindness,
 	And cannot lose your way.
 MENENIUS	Good faith, I'll prove him,
 	Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge
 	Of my success.
 COMINIUS	                  He'll never hear him.
 COMINIUS	I 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,
 	He 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
 	For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,
 	And with our fair entreaties haste them on.
 SCENE II	Entrance of the Volscian camp before Rome.
 	Two Sentinels on guard.
 	[Enter to them, MENENIUS]
 First Senator	Stay: whence are you?
 Second Senator	Stand, and go back.
 MENENIUS	You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave,
 	I am an officer of state, and come
 	To speak with Coriolanus.
 First Senator	From whence?
 MENENIUS	From Rome.
 First Senator	You may not pass, you must return: our general
 	Will no more hear from thence.
 Second Senator	You'll see your Rome embraced with fire before
 	You'll speak with Coriolanus.
 MENENIUS	Good my friends,
 	If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
 	And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,
 	My name hath touch'd your ears it is Menenius.
 First Senator	Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name
 	Is not here passable.
 MENENIUS	I tell thee, fellow,
 	The general is my lover: I have been
 	The 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,
 	Like 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 Senator	Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his
 	behalf 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.
 MENENIUS	Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
 	always factionary on the party of your general.
 Second Senator	Howsoever 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.
 MENENIUS	Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
 	speak with him till after dinner.
 First Senator	You are a Roman, are you?
 MENENIUS	I am, as thy general is.
 First Senator	Then 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
 	ignorance, 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
 	intended 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.
 MENENIUS	Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would
 	use me with estimation.
 Second Senator	Come, my captain knows you not.
 MENENIUS	I mean, thy general.
 First Senator	My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; lest
 	I let forth your half-pint of blood; back,--that's
 	the utmost of your having: back.
 MENENIUS	Nay, but, fellow, fellow,--
 CORIOLANUS	What's the matter?
 MENENIUS	Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you:
 	You 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
 	spectatorship, 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!
 	thou 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
 	petitionary 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.
 MENENIUS	How! away!
 CORIOLANUS	Wife, 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,
 	Ingrate 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
 	[Gives a letter]
 	And 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!
 AUFIDIUS	You keep a constant temper.
 First Senator	Now, sir, is your name Menenius?
 Second Senator	'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the
 	way home again.
 First Senator	Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your
 	greatness back?
 Second Senator	What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?
 MENENIUS	I 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
 	your misery increase with your age! I say to you,
 	as I was said to, Away!
 First Senator	A noble fellow, I warrant him.
 Second Senator	The worthy fellow is our general: he's the rock, the
 	oak not to be wind-shaken.
 SCENE III	The tent of Coriolanus.
 	[Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others]
 CORIOLANUS	We 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.
 AUFIDIUS	Only 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.
 CORIOLANUS	This 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,
 	Though 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,
 	Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter
 	Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this?
 	[Shout within]
 	Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
 	In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
 	[Enter in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA,
 	leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants]
 	My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould
 	Wherein 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,
 	Which 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
 	Great 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.
 VIRGILIA	My lord and husband!
 CORIOLANUS	These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
 VIRGILIA	The sorrow that delivers us thus changed
 	Makes you think so.
 CORIOLANUS	Like a dull actor now,
 	I 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!
 	Now, 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;
 	Of thy deep duty more impression show
 	Than that of common sons.
 VOLUMNIA	O, stand up blest!
 	Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
 	I kneel before thee; and unproperly
 	Show duty, as mistaken all this while
 	Between the child and parent.
 CORIOLANUS	What is this?
 	Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
 	Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
 	Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds
 	Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
 	Murdering impossibility, to make
 	What cannot be, slight work.
 VOLUMNIA	Thou art my warrior;
 	I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
 CORIOLANUS	The 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!
 VOLUMNIA	This is a poor epitome of yours,
 	Which by the interpretation of full time
 	May show like all yourself.
 CORIOLANUS	The god of soldiers,
 	With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
 	Thy 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!
 VOLUMNIA	Your knee, sirrah.
 CORIOLANUS	That's my brave boy!
 VOLUMNIA	Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
 	Are suitors to you.
 CORIOLANUS	I beseech you, peace:
 	Or, if you'ld ask, remember this before:
 	The 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
 	To ally my rages and revenges with
 	Your colder reasons.
 VOLUMNIA	O, no more, no more!
 	You have said you will not grant us any thing;
 	For we have nothing else to ask, but that
 	Which you deny already: yet we will ask;
 	That, if you fail in our request, the blame
 	May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.
 CORIOLANUS	Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
 	Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request?
 VOLUMNIA	Should 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,
 	which 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
 	The 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,
 	Alas, 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
 	An 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,
 	And 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
 	Than 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.
 VIRGILIA	Ay, and mine,
 	That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name
 	Living to time.
 Young MARCIUS	A' shall not tread on me;
 	I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.
 CORIOLANUS	Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
 	Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.
 	I have sat too long.
 VOLUMNIA	Nay, go not from us thus.
 	If it were so that our request did tend
 	To save the Romans, thereby to destroy
 	The 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
 	Give 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,
 	Whose 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:
 	Thou 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?
 	Think'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
 	More 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,
 	Loaden 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:
 	Down, 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:
 	This 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;
 	His 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.
 	[He holds her by the hand, silent]
 CORIOLANUS	O mother, mother!
 	What 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,
 	Most 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
 	A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?
 AUFIDIUS	I was moved withal.
 CORIOLANUS	I dare be sworn you were:
 	And, sir, it is no little thing to make
 	Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
 	What 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	[Aside]  I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and
 	thy honour
 	At difference in thee: out of that I'll work
 	Myself a former fortune.
 	[The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS]
 CORIOLANUS	Ay, by and by;
 	But we will drink together; and you shall bear
 	A better witness back than words, which we,
 	On 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.
 SCENE IV	Rome. A public place.
 MENENIUS	See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond
 SICINIUS	Why, what of that?
 MENENIUS	If it be possible for you to displace it with your
 	little finger, there is some hope the ladies of
 	Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him.
 	But I say there is no hope in't: our throats are
 	sentenced and stay upon execution.
 SICINIUS	Is't possible that so short a time can alter the
 	condition of a man!
 MENENIUS	There 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.
 SICINIUS	He loved his mother dearly.
 MENENIUS	So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother
 	now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness
 	of his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, he
 	moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before
 	his treading: he is able to pierce a corslet with
 	his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a
 	battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for
 	Alexander. What he bids be done is finished with
 	his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity
 	and a heaven to throne in.
 SICINIUS	Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
 MENENIUS	I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his
 	mother shall bring from him: there is no more mercy
 	in him than there is milk in a male tiger; that
 	shall our poor city find: and all this is long of
 SICINIUS	The gods be good unto us!
 MENENIUS	No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto
 	us. When we banished him, we respected not them;
 	and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
 	[Enter a Messenger]
 Messenger	Sir, 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,
 	They'll give him death by inches.
 	[Enter a second Messenger]
 SICINIUS	What's the news?
 Second Messenger	Good news, good news; the ladies have prevail'd,
 	The Volscians are dislodged, and Marcius gone:
 	A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
 	No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
 	Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain?
 Second Messenger	As certain as I know the sun is fire:
 	Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it?
 	Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
 	As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you!
 	[Trumpets; hautboys; drums beat; all together]
 	The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and fifes,
 	Tabours and cymbals and the shouting Romans,
 	Make the sun dance. Hark you!
 	[A shout within]
 MENENIUS	This 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:
 	This morning for ten thousand of your throats
 	I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
 	[Music still, with shouts]
 SICINIUS	First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next,
 	Accept my thankfulness.
 Second Messenger	Sir, we have all
 	Great cause to give great thanks.
 SICINIUS	They are near the city?
 Second Messenger	Almost at point to enter.
 SICINIUS	We will meet them,
 	And help the joy.
 SCENE V	The same. A street near the gate.
 	[Enter two Senators with VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA,
 	VALERIA, &c. passing over the stage,
 	followed by Patricians and others]
 First Senator	Behold 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,
 	Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;
 	Cry 'Welcome, ladies, welcome!'
 All	Welcome, ladies, Welcome!
 	[A flourish with drums and trumpets. Exeunt]
 SCENE VI	Antium. A public place.
 	[Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants]
 AUFIDIUS	Go 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,
 	Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse
 	The city ports by this hath enter'd and
 	Intends to appear before the people, hoping
 	To purge herself with words: dispatch.
 	[Exeunt Attendants]
 	[Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUS' faction]
 	Most welcome!
 First Conspirator	How is it with our general?
 	As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
 	And with his charity slain.
 Second Conspirator	Most noble sir,
 	If you do hold the same intent wherein
 	You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
 	Of your great danger.
 AUFIDIUS	Sir, I cannot tell:
 	We must proceed as we do find the people.
 Third Conspirator	The people will remain uncertain whilst
 	'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either
 	Makes the survivor heir of all.
 AUFIDIUS	I know it;
 	And my pretext to strike at him admits
 	A 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
 	But to be rough, unswayable and free.
 Third Conspirator	Sir, his stoutness
 	When he did stand for consul, which he lost
 	By lack of stooping,--
 AUFIDIUS	That I would have spoke of:
 	Being 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,
 	My 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
 	He waged me with his countenance, as if
 	I had been mercenary.
 First Conspirator	So he did, my lord:
 	The army marvell'd at it, and, in the last,
 	When he had carried Rome and that we look'd
 	For no less spoil than glory,--
 AUFIDIUS	There 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
 	Of our great action: therefore shall he die,
 	And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!
 	[Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of
 	the People]
 First Conspirator	Your native town you enter'd like a post,
 	And had no welcomes home: but he returns,
 	Splitting the air with noise.
 Second Conspirator	And patient fools,
 	Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear
 	With giving him glory.
 Third Conspirator	Therefore, at your vantage,
 	Ere he express himself, or move the people
 	With 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.
 AUFIDIUS	Say no more:
 	Here come the lords.
 	[Enter the Lords of the city]
 All The Lords	You are most welcome home.
 AUFIDIUS	I have not deserved it.
 	But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused
 	What I have written to you?
 Lords	We have.
 First Lord	And 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
 	The benefit of our levies, answering us
 	With our own charge, making a treaty where
 	There was a yielding,--this admits no excuse.
 AUFIDIUS	He approaches: you shall hear him.
 	[Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drum and
 	colours; commoners being with him]
 CORIOLANUS	Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier,
 	No 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
 	The 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,
 	Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
 	Together with the seal o' the senate, what
 	We have compounded on.
 AUFIDIUS	Read it not, noble lords;
 	But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree
 	He hath abused your powers.
 CORIOLANUS	Traitor! how now!
 AUFIDIUS	                  Ay, traitor, Marcius!
 AUFIDIUS	Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think
 	I'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,
 	I 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,
 	That pages blush'd at him and men of heart
 	Look'd wondering each at other.
 CORIOLANUS	Hear'st thou, Mars?
 AUFIDIUS	Name not the god, thou boy of tears!
 AUFIDIUS	No more.
 CORIOLANUS	Measureless 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,
 	Must 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 Lord	Peace, both, and hear me speak.
 CORIOLANUS	Cut 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:
 	Alone I did it. Boy!
 AUFIDIUS	Why, noble lords,
 	Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
 	Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,
 	'Fore your own eyes and ears?
 All Conspirators	Let 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 Lord	Peace, ho! no outrage: peace!
 	The 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.
 CORIOLANUS	O that I had him,
 	With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
 	To use my lawful sword!
 AUFIDIUS	Insolent villain!
 All Conspirators	Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
 	[The Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS:
 	AUFIDIUS stands on his body]
 Lords	Hold, hold, hold, hold!
 AUFIDIUS	My noble masters, hear me speak.
 First Lord	O Tullus,--
 Second Lord	Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
 Third Lord	Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet;
 	Put up your swords.
 AUFIDIUS	My 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
 	Myself your loyal servant, or endure
 	Your heaviest censure.
 First Lord	Bear from hence his body;
 	And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
 	As the most noble corse that ever herald
 	Did follow to his urn.
 Second Lord	His own impatience
 	Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
 	Let's make the best of it.
 AUFIDIUS	My rage is gone;
 	And 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,
 	Which to this hour bewail the injury,
 	Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist.
 	[Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead
 	march sounded]

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