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twg_000000015600 | are now bound to believe him. EGEON. Not know my voice! O times extremity, Hast thou so crackd and splitted my poor tongue In seven short years that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untund cares? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winters drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015601 | blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear. All these old witnesses, I cannot err, Tell me thou art my son Antipholus. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I never saw my father in my life. EGEON. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015602 | Thou knowst we parted; but perhaps, my son, Thou shamst to acknowledge me in misery. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. The duke and all that know me in the city, Can witness with me that it is not so. I neer saw Syracusa in my life. DUKE. I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years Have I been patron to Antipholus, During which time | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015603 | he neer saw Syracusa. I see thy age and dangers make thee dote. Enter the Abbess with Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse. ABBESS. Most mighty duke, behold a man much wrongd. [_All gather to see them._] ADRIANA. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me. DUKE. One of these men is _genius_ to the other; And so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015604 | of these, which is the natural man, And which the spirit? Who deciphers them? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. I, sir, am Dromio, command him away. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I, sir, am Dromio, pray let me stay. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Egeon, art thou not? or else his ghost? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. O, my old master, who hath bound him here? ABBESS. Whoever | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015605 | bound him, I will loose his bonds, And gain a husband by his liberty. Speak, old Egeon, if thou best the man That hadst a wife once called Emilia, That bore thee at a burden two fair sons. O, if thou best the same Egeon, speak, And speak unto the same Emilia! DUKE. Why, here begins his morning story right: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015606 | These two Antipholus, these two so like, And these two Dromios, one in semblance, Besides her urging of her wreck at sea. These are the parents to these children, Which accidentally are met together. EGEON. If I dream not, thou art Emilia. If thou art she, tell me where is that son That floated with thee on the fatal raft? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015607 | ABBESS. By men of Epidamnum, he and I And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my son from them, And me they left with those of Epidamnum. What then became of them I cannot tell; I to this fortune that you see me in. DUKE. Antipholus, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015608 | thou camst from Corinth first? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. No, sir, not I, I came from Syracuse. DUKE. Stay, stand apart, I know not which is which. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. And I with him. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Brought to this town by that most famous warrior, Duke Menaphon, your most | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015609 | renowned uncle. ADRIANA. Which of you two did dine with me today? ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I, gentle mistress. ADRIANA. And are not you my husband? ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. No, I say nay to that. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. And so do I, yet did she call me so; And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, Did call me brother. What I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015610 | told you then, I hope I shall have leisure to make good, If this be not a dream I see and hear. ANGELO. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I think it be, sir. I deny it not. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. ANGELO. I think I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015611 | did, sir. I deny it not. ADRIANA. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail By Dromio, but I think he brought it not. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. No, none by me. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. This purse of ducats I receivd from you, And Dromio my man did bring them me. I see we still did meet each others man, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015612 | And I was taen for him, and he for me, And thereupon these errors are arose. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. These ducats pawn I for my father here. DUKE. It shall not need, thy father hath his life. COURTESAN. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. There, take it, and much thanks for my good cheer. ABBESS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015613 | Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To go with us into the abbey here, And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes; And all that are assembled in this place, That by this sympathised one days error Have sufferd wrong, go, keep us company, And we shall make full satisfaction. Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail Of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015614 | you, my sons, and till this present hour My heavy burden neer delivered. The duke, my husband, and my children both, And you, the calendars of their nativity, Go to a gossips feast, and go with me. After so long grief, such nativity. DUKE. With all my heart, Ill gossip at this feast. [_Exeunt except the two Dromios and two | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015615 | Brothers._] DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard? ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embarkd? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. He speaks to me; I am your master, Dromio. Come, go with us. Well look to that anon. Embrace thy brother | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015616 | there, rejoice with him. [_Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Antipholus of Ephesus._] DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. There is a fat friend at your masters house, That kitchend me for you today at dinner. She now shall be my sister, not my wife. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother. I see by you I am a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015617 | sweet-faced youth. Will you walk in to see their gossiping? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Not I, sir, you are my elder. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Thats a question, how shall we try it? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Well draw cuts for the senior. Till then, lead thou first. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Nay, then, thus: We came into the world like brother and brother, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015618 | And now lets go hand in hand, not one before another. [_Exeunt._] THE TRAGEDY OF CORIOLANUS Contents ACT I Scene I. Rome. A street Scene II. Corioles. The Senate House Scene III. Rome. An apartment in Martius house Scene IV. Before Corioles Scene V. Within Corioles. A street Scene VI. Near the camp of Cominius Scene VII. The gates of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015619 | Corioles Scene VIII. A field of battle between the Roman and the Volscian camps Scene IX. The Roman camp Scene X. The camp of the Volsces ACT II Scene I. Rome. A public place Scene II. Rome. The Capitol Scene III. Rome. The Forum ACT III Scene I. Rome. A street Scene II. Rome. A room in Coriolanuss house Scene | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015620 | III. Rome. The Forum ACT IV Scene I. Rome. Before a gate of the city Scene II. Rome. A street near the gate Scene III. A highway between Rome and Antium Scene IV. Antium. Before Aufidiuss house Scene V. Antium. A hall in Aufidiuss house Scene VI. Rome. A public place Scene VII. A camp at a short distance from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015621 | Rome ACT V Scene I. Rome. A public place Scene II. An Advanced post of the Volscian camp before Rome. Scene III. The tent of Coriolanus Scene IV. Rome. A public place Scene V. Rome. A street near the gate Scene VI. Antium. A public place Dramatis Person CAIUS MARTIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman VOLUMNIA, his mother VIRGILIA, his wife | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015622 | YOUNG MARTIUS, their son VALERIA, friend to Volumnia and Virgilia A GENTLEWOMAN, Volumnias attendant MENENIUS AGRIPPA, Friend to Coriolanus COMINIUS, General against the Volscians TITUS LARTIUS, General against the Volscians SICINIUS VELUTUS, Tribune of the People JUNIUS BRUTUS, Tribune of the People A ROMAN HERALD TULLUS AUFIDIUS, General of the Volscians LIEUTENANT, to Aufidius Conspirators with Aufidius A CITIZEN of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015623 | Antium TWO VOLSCIAN GUARDS Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Aediles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants SCENE: Partly in Rome, and partly in the territories of the Volscians and Antiates. ACT I SCENE I. Rome. A street Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons. FIRST CITIZEN. Before we proceed any further, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015624 | 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 Martius is chief enemy to the people. ALL. We knowt, we knowt! FIRST CITIZEN. Let us kill him, and well have corn at our own price. Ist a verdict? ALL. No more talking | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015625 | ont; 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015626 | us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize 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 Martius? FIRST CITIZEN. Against | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015627 | him first. Hes 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015628 | 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 to the altitude of his virtue. SECOND CITIZEN. What he cannot help in his nature you account a vice in him. You must in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015629 | 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 th city is risen. Why stay we prating here? To th Capitol! ALL. Come, come! Enter Menenius Agrippa. FIRST CITIZEN. Soft, who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015630 | comes here? SECOND CITIZEN. Worthy Menenius Agrippa, one that hath always loved the people. FIRST CITIZEN. Hes one honest enough. Would all the rest were so! MENENIUS. What works, 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 th Senate. They have had inkling | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015631 | this fortnight what we intend to do, which now well 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015632 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015633 | 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 th state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies. FIRST CITIZEN. Care for us? True, indeed! They neer cared for us yet. Suffer us to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015634 | famish, and their storehouses 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 theres all the love they bear us. MENENIUS. Either you must confess yourselves wondrous | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015635 | 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 stalet a little more. FIRST CITIZEN. Well, Ill hear it, sir; yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale. But, ant please you, deliver. MENENIUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015636 | There was a time when all the bodys members Rebelled against the belly, thus accused it: That only like a gulf it did remain I th midst o th body, idle and unactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest, where th other instruments Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, And, mutually participate, did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015637 | minister Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body. The belly answered FIRST CITIZEN. Well, sir, what answer made the belly? MENENIUS. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile, Which neer came from the lungs, but even thus For, look you, I may make the belly smile As well as speakit tauntingly replied To th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015638 | 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 bellys answerwhat? 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 Is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015639 | 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 restrained, Who is the sink o th 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 youll bestow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015640 | a smallof what you have little Patience awhile, youst hear the bellys answer. FIRST CITIZEN. You are long about it. MENENIUS. Note me this, good friend; Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answered: True is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he, That I receive the general food at first Which you do live | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015641 | upon; and fit it is, Because I am the storehouse 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 th seat o th brain; And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins From me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015642 | receive that natural competency Whereby they live. And though that all at once, You, my good friendsthis 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015643 | And leave me but the bran. What say you tot? 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 th common, you shall find No public benefit which you receive But | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015644 | 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 th lowest, basest, poorest, Of this most wise rebellion, thou goest foremost. Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015645 | run, Leadst 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. Enter Caius Martius. Hail, noble Martius. MARTIUS. Thanks.Whats the matter, you dissentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs? FIRST CITIZEN. We have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015646 | ever your good word. MARTIUS. 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015647 | 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 mans appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015648 | 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. Whats the matter, That in these several places of the city You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015649 | you in awe, which else Would feed on one another?Whats their seeking? MENENIUS. For corn at their own rates, whereof they say The city is well stored. MARTIUS. Hang em! They say? Theyll sit by th fire and presume to know Whats done i th Capitol, whos like to rise, Who thrives and who declines; side factions and give out | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015650 | Conjectural marriages, making parties strong And feebling such as stand not in their liking Below their cobbled shoes. They say theres grain enough? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth And let me use my sword, Id make a quarry With thousands of these quartered slaves as high As I could pick my lance. MENENIUS. Nay, these are almost thoroughly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015651 | persuaded; For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech you, What says the other troop? MARTIUS. They are dissolved. Hang em! They said they were an-hungry, sighed 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015652 | only. With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted thema strange one, To break the heart of generosity And make bold power look palethey threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o th moon, Shouting their emulation. MENENIUS. What is granted them? MARTIUS. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015653 | Of their own choice. Ones Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. Sdeath! The rabble should have first unroofed the city Ere so prevailed with me. It will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes For insurrections arguing. MENENIUS. This is strange. MARTIUS. Go get you home, you fragments. Enter a Messenger hastily. MESSENGER. Wheres Caius | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015654 | Martius? MARTIUS. Here. Whats the matter? MESSENGER. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms. MARTIUS. I am glad ont. Then we shall ha means to vent Our musty superfluity. Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, two Tribunes; Cominius, Titus Lartius with other Senators. See, our best elders. FIRST SENATOR. Martius, tis true that you have lately told us: The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015655 | Volsces are in arms. MARTIUS. They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you tot. I sin in envying his nobility, And, were I anything but what I am, I would wish me only he. COMINIUS. You have fought together. MARTIUS. Were half to half the world by th ears and he Upon my party, Id revolt, to make | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015656 | Only my wars with him. He is a lion That I am proud to hunt. FIRST SENATOR. Then, worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars. COMINIUS. It is your former promise. MARTIUS. Sir, it is, And I am constant.Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus face. What, art thou stiff? Standst out? TITUS LARTIUS. No, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015657 | Caius Martius, Ill lean upon one crutch and fight with th other Ere stay behind this business. MENENIUS. O, true bred! FIRST SENATOR. Your company to th Capitol, where I know Our greatest friends attend us. TITUS LARTIUS. Lead you on. Follow Cominius. We must follow you; Right worthy your priority. COMINIUS. Noble Martius. FIRST SENATOR. [_To the Citizens_.] Hence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015658 | to your homes, begone. MARTIUS. Nay, let them follow. The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth. Pray follow. [_Exeunt. Sicinius and Brutus remain_.] SICINIUS. Was ever man so proud as is this Martius? BRUTUS. He has no equal. SICINIUS. When we were chosen tribunes for the people | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015659 | BRUTUS. Marked you his lip and eyes? SICINIUS. Nay, but his taunts. BRUTUS. Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods. SICINIUS. Bemock 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015660 | But I do wonder His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius. BRUTUS. Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already hes well graced, cannot Better be held nor more attained than by A place below the first; for what miscarries Shall be the Generals fault, though he perform To th utmost of a man, and giddy censure | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015661 | Will then cry out of Martius O, if he Had borne the business! SICINIUS. Besides, if things go well, Opinion that so sticks on Martius shall Of his demerits rob Cominius. BRUTUS. Come. Half all Cominius honours are to Martius, Though Martius earned them not, and all his faults To Martius shall be honours, though indeed In aught he merit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015662 | not. SICINIUS. Lets hence and hear How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, More than in singularity, he goes Upon this present action. BRUTUS. Lets along. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Corioles. The Senate House Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Corioles. FIRST SENATOR. So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entered in our counsels And know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015663 | 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 wordsI think I have the letter here. Yes, here it is. [_Reads_.] _They have pressed a power, but it is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015664 | not known Whether for east or west. The dearth is great. The people mutinous; and, it is rumoured, Cominius, Martius 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 armys | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015665 | 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 veiled till when They needs must show themselves, which, in the hatching, It seemed, appeared to Rome. By the discovery We shall be shortened in our aim, which was To take in many | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015666 | 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 Corioles. If they set down befores, for the remove Bring up your army. But I think youll find Theyve not prepared for us. AUFIDIUS. O, doubt not that; I speak from certainties. Nay, more, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015667 | Some parcels of their power are forth already, And only hitherward. I leave your Honours. If we and Caius Martius 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. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Rome. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015668 | An apartment in Martius house Enter Volumnia and Virgilia, mother and wife to Martius. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015669 | 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 personthat it was no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015670 | better than picture-like to hang by th wall, if renown made it not stirwas 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015671 | than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015672 | good Martius, 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 husbands drum, See him pluck Aufidius down by th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015673 | 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 mailed hand then wiping, forth he goes Like to a harvestman thats tasked to mow Or all or lose his hire. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015674 | 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, looked not lovelier Than Hectors 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015675 | from fell Aufidius! VOLUMNIA. Hell beat Aufidius head below his knee And tread upon his neck. Enter Valeria with an Usher and a 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 housekeepers. What are you sewing here? A fine spot, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015676 | 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 schoolmaster. VALERIA. O my word, the fathers son! Ill swear tis a very pretty boy. O my troth, I looked upon him o Wednesday half an hour together. Has | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015677 | 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 up 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 how | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015678 | he mammocked it! VOLUMNIA. One ons fathers 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 huswife 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015679 | by your patience. Ill 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015680 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015681 | me; indeed, I will not forth. VALERIA. In truth, la, go with me, and Ill 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, its true. I heard a senator speak it. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015682 | 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 Corioles. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015683 | me excuse, good madam. I will obey you in everything 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015684 | must not. I wish you much mirth. VALERIA. Well then, farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Before Corioles Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with drum and colours, with Captains and Soldiers, as before the city of Corioles. To them a Messenger. MARTIUS. Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. LARTIUS. My horse to yours, no. MARTIUS. Tis done. LARTIUS. Agreed. MARTIUS. [_To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015685 | Messenger_.] 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. MARTIUS. Ill buy him of you. LARTIUS. No, Ill nor sell nor give him. Lend you him I will For half a hundred years.Summon the town. MARTIUS. How far off lie these armies? MESSENGER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015686 | Within this mile and half. MARTIUS. 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 of Corioles. Tullus Aufidius, is he within | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015687 | your walls? FIRST SENATOR. No, nor a man that fears you less than he: Thats lesser than a little. [_Drum afar off_.] Hark, our drums Are bringing forth our youth. Well break our walls Rather than they shall pound us up. Our gates, Which yet seem shut, we have but pinned with rushes. Theyll open of themselves. [_Alarum far off_.] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015688 | Hark you, far off! There is Aufidius. List what work he makes Amongst your cloven army. MARTIUS. O, they are at it! LARTIUS. Their noise be our instruction.Ladders, ho! Enter the Army of the Volsces as through the city gates. MARTIUS. They fear us not but issue forth their city. Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015689 | 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, Ill take him for a Volsce, And he shall feel mine edge. [_Alarums. The Romans are beat back to their trenches. They exit, with the Volsces following_.] Enter Martius cursing, with Roman soldiers. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015690 | MARTIUS. All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! You herd ofBoils and plagues Plaster you oer, that you may be abhorred Farther 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015691 | 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, Ill leave the foe And make my wars on you. Look tot. Come on! If youll stand fast well beat them to their wives, As they us to our trenches. Follows! [_Another alarum. The Volsces | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015692 | re-enter and are driven back to the gates of Corioles, which open to admit them._] 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. [_Martius follows the fleeing Volsces through the gates, and is shut in._] FIRST SOLDIER. Foolhardiness, not I. SECOND | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015693 | SOLDIER. Nor I. FIRST SOLDIER. See, they have shut him in. [_Alarum continues._] ALL. To th pot, I warrant him. Enter Titus Lartius. LARTIUS. What is become of Martius? ALL. Slain, sir, doubtless. FIRST SOLDIER. Following the fliers at the very heels, With them he enters, who upon the sudden Clapped to their gates. He is himself alone, To answer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015694 | all the city. LARTIUS. O noble fellow, Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, And when it bows, standst up! Thou art left, Martius. A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Even to Catos wish, not fierce and terrible Only in strokes, but with thy grim looks and The thunderlike | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015695 | percussion of thy sounds Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world Were feverous and did tremble. Enter Martius, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. FIRST SOLDIER. Look, sir. LARTIUS. O, tis Martius! Lets fetch him off or make remain alike. [_They fight, and all enter the city._] SCENE V. Within Corioles. A street Enter certain Romans, with spoils. FIRST | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015696 | ROMAN. This will I carry to Rome. SECOND ROMAN. And I this. THIRD ROMAN. A murrain ont! I took this for silver. Enter Martius and Titus Lartius with a Trumpet. MARTIUS. See here these movers that do prize their hours At a cracked drachma. Cushions, leaden spoons, Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would Bury with those that wore | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015697 | them, these base slaves, Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them! [_Exit the Romans with spoils._] [_Alarum continues still afar off._] And hark, what noise the General makes! To him! There is the man of my souls hate, Aufidius, Piercing our Romans. Then, valiant Titus, take Convenient numbers to make good the city, Whilst I, with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015698 | those that have the spirit, will haste To help Cominius. LARTIUS. Worthy sir, thou bleedst. Thy exercise hath been too violent For a second course of fight. MARTIUS. Sir, praise me not. My work hath yet not warmed me. Fare you well. The blood I drop is rather physical Than dangerous to me. To Aufidius thus I will appear and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015699 | 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! MARTIUS. Thy friend no less Than those she placeth highest! So farewell. LARTIUS. Thou worthiest Martius! [_Exit Martius._] Go sound thy trumpet in the marketplace. Call thither all the officers o th town, | 60 | gutenberg |
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