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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 incens'd 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's 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 an. |
BRUTUS. Well, well, we'll leave you. |
SICINIUS. Why stay we to be baited |
With one that wants her wits? Exeunt TRIBUNES |
VOLUMNIA. Take my prayers with you. |
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. |
Exeunt VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA |
MENENIUS. Fie, fie, fie! Exit |
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 appear'd 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 banish'd! |
ROMAN. Banish'd, 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 fall'n 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 th' 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' house |
Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean apparel, disguis'd 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 |
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