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twg_000000015900 | now to such a part which never I shall discharge to th life. COMINIUS. Come, come, well 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 dot. Away, my disposition, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015901 | possess me Some harlots spirit! My throat of war be turned, Which choired 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 beggars tongue Make motion through my lips, and my armed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015902 | knees, Who bowed but in my stirrup, bend like his That hath received an alms! I will not dot, Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth And, by my bodys 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015903 | 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 suckdst it from me, But owe thy pride thyself. CORIOLANUS. Pray, be content. Mother, I am going to the marketplace. Chide me no more. Ill mountebank their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015904 | 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. Ill return consul, Or never trust to what my tongue can do I th way of flattery further. VOLUMNIA. Do your will. [_Exit Volumnia._] COMINIUS. Away! The Tribunes do attend you. Arm yourself To answer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015905 | 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. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Rome. The Forum Enter Sicinius and Brutus. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015906 | 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 neer distributed. Enter an Aedile. What, will he come? AEDILE. Hes coming. BRUTUS. How accompanied? AEDILE. With old Menenius, and those senators That always favoured him. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015907 | SICINIUS. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procured, Set down by th 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 hear me say It shall be so I th right and strength o th commons, be it either | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015908 | 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 th truth o th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015909 | Of what we chance to sentence. AEDILE. Very well. SICINIUS. Make them be strong and ready for this hint When we shall hap to givet 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 reined again to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015910 | temperance; then he speaks Whats in his heart; and that is there which looks With us to break his neck. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius and Cominius with other Senators. SICINIUS. Well, here he comes. MENENIUS. Calmly, I do beseech you. CORIOLANUS. Ay, as an ostler, that for th poorest piece Will bear the knave by th volume.Th honoured gods Keep Rome | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015911 | in safety and the chairs of justice Supplied with worthy men! Plant love amongs! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace And not our streets with war! FIRST SENATOR. Amen, amen. MENENIUS. A noble wish. Enter the Aedile with the Plebeians. SICINIUS. Draw near, ye people. AEDILE. List to your tribunes. Audience! Peace, I say! CORIOLANUS. First, hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015912 | 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 peoples 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015913 | says he is content. The warlike service he has done, consider. Think Upon the wounds his body bears, which show Like graves i th holy churchyard. CORIOLANUS. Scratches with briars, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015914 | 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 passed for consul with full voice, I am so dishonoured that the very hour You take it off again? SICINIUS. Answer to us. CORIOLANUS. Say then. Tis true, I ought so. SICINIUS. We charge | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015915 | you that you have contrived to take From Rome all seasoned 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 th lowest hell fold in the people! Call me their traitor? Thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes sat twenty | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015916 | thousand deaths, In thy hands clutched 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? ALL PLEBEIANS. To th rock, to th rock with him! SICINIUS. Peace! We need not put new matter to his charge. What | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015917 | 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 himeven this, So criminal and in such capital kind, Deserves th extremest death. BRUTUS. But since he hath Served well for Rome CORIOLANUS. What do you prate of service? BRUTUS. I talk of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015918 | that that know it. CORIOLANUS. You? MENENIUS. Is this the promise that you made your mother? COMINIUS. Know, I pray you CORIOLANUS. Ill know no further. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Vagabond exile, flaying, pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word, Nor check | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015919 | my courage for what they can give, To havet 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015920 | do distribute it, in the name o th 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 th peoples name, I say it shall be so. ALL PLEBEIANS. It shall be so, it shall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015921 | be so! Let him away! Hes banished, and it shall be so. COMINIUS. Hear me, my masters and my common friends SICINIUS. Hes 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 countrys good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015922 | than mine own life, My dear wifes estimate, her wombs increase, And treasure of my loins. Then if I would Speak that SICINIUS. We know your drift. Speak what? BRUTUS. Theres no more to be said, but he is banished As enemy to the people and his country. It shall be so. ALL PLEBEIANS. It shall be so, it shall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015923 | be so! CORIOLANUS. You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate As reek o th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015924 | despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders, till at length Your ignorancewhich finds not till it feels, Making but reservation of yourselves, Still your own foesdeliver 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. [_Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015925 | other Senators._] AEDILE. The peoples enemy is gone, is gone. ALL PLEBEIANS. Our enemy is banished; he is gone. Hoo, hoo! [_They all shout and throw 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. ALL | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015926 | PLEBEIANS. Come, come, lets see him out at gates! Come! The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come. [_Exeunt._] ACT IV SCENE I. Rome. Before a gate of the city Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015927 | is your ancient courage? You were used To say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm, all boats alike Showed mastership in floating; fortunes blows When most struck home, being gentle wounded craves A noble cunning. You were used to load me With precepts that would make invincible | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015928 | The heart that conned them. VIRGILIA. O heavens! O heavens! CORIOLANUS. Nay, I 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 lacked. Nay, mother, Resume that spirit when you were wont to say If you had been the wife of Hercules, Six | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015929 | of his labours youd have done and saved Your husband so much sweat.Cominius, Droop not. Adieu.Farewell, my wife, my mother. Ill do well yet.Thou old and true Menenius, Thy tears are salter than a younger mans And venomous to thine eyes.My sometime general, I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women Tis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015930 | fond to wail inevitable strokes As tis to laugh at em.My mother, you wot well My hazards still have been your solace, and Believet not lightlythough I go alone, Like to a lonely dragon that his fen Makes feared and talked of more than seen, your son Will or exceed the common or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015931 | 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 th way before thee. VIRGILIA. O the gods! COMINIUS. Ill follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us And we of thee; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015932 | so if the time thrust forth A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send Oer the vast world to seek a single man And lose advantage, which doth ever cool I th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015933 | Thats 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. Thats | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015934 | worthily As any ear can hear. Come, lets not weep. If I could shake off but one seven years From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, Id with thee every foot. CORIOLANUS. Give me thy hand. Come. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Rome. A street near the gate Enter two Tribunes, Sicinius, Brutus with the Aedile. SICINIUS. Bid them | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015935 | all home. Hes gone, and well no further. The nobility are vexed, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015936 | home. [_Exit Aedile._] Here comes his mother. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia and Menenius. SICINIUS. Lets not meet her. BRUTUS. Why? SICINIUS. They say shes mad. BRUTUS. They have taen note of us. Keep on your way. VOLUMNIA. O, youre well met. The hoarded plague o th gods Requite your love! MENENIUS. Peace, peace! Be not so loud. VOLUMNIA. If that I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015937 | could for weeping, you should hear Nay, and you shall hear some. [_To Sicinius_.] Will you be gone? VIRGILIA. [_To Brutus_.] 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015938 | 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 Romes good. Ill tell thee whatyet go. Nay, but thou shalt stay too. I would my son Were in Arabia and thy tribe before him, His good sword in his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015939 | hand. SICINIUS. What then? VIRGILIA. What then? Hed 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015940 | 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, lets 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015941 | The meanest house in Rome, so far my son This ladys husband here, this, do you see? Whom you have banished, does exceed you all. BRUTUS. Well, well, well 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015942 | do But to confirm my curses. Could I meet em But once a day, it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy tot. MENENIUS. You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. Youll sup with me? VOLUMNIA. Angers my meat. I sup upon myself And so shall starve with feeding. Come, lets go. Leave this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015943 | faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. [_Exeunt._] MENENIUS. Fie, fie, fie! [_Exit Menenius._] SCENE III. A highway between Rome and Antium Enter a Roman and a Volsce. 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015944 | 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. Whats the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state to find you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015945 | out there. You have well saved me a days 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015946 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015947 | 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 mans wife is when shes fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015948 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015949 | 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 hours 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015950 | 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. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Antium. Before Aufidiuss 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015951 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015952 | 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 seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still together, who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015953 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015954 | birthplace hate I, and my loves upon This enemy town. Ill enter. If he slay me, He does fair justice; if he give me way, Ill do his country service. [_Exit._] SCENE V. Antium. A hall in Aufidiuss house Music plays. Enter a Servingman. FIRST SERVINGMAN. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here? I think our fellows are asleep. [_Exit._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015955 | Enter another Servingman. SECOND SERVINGMAN. Wheres Cotus? My master calls for him. Cotus! [_Exit._] Enter Coriolanus. CORIOLANUS. A goodly house. The feast smells well, but I Appear not like a guest. Enter the First Servingman. FIRST SERVINGMAN. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Heres no place for you. Pray go to the door. [_Exit._] CORIOLANUS. I have deserved | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015956 | no better entertainment In being Coriolanus. 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. CORIOLANUS. Away! SECOND SERVINGMAN. Away? Get you away. CORIOLANUS. Now th art troublesome. SECOND SERVINGMAN. Are you so brave? Ill have you talked with anon. Enter Third Servingman; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015957 | the First, entering, meets him. THIRD SERVINGMAN. What fellows this? FIRST SERVINGMAN. A strange one as ever I looked on. I cannot get him out o th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015958 | SERVINGMAN. What are you? CORIOLANUS. A gentleman. THIRD SERVINGMAN. A marvllous poor one. CORIOLANUS. True, so I am. THIRD SERVINGMAN. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station. Heres no place for you. Pray you, avoid. Come. CORIOLANUS. Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits. [_Pushes him away from him_.] THIRD SERVINGMAN. What, you will not?Prithee, tell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015959 | my master what a strange guest he has here. SECOND SERVINGMAN. And I shall. [_Exit._] THIRD SERVINGMAN. Where dwellst thou? CORIOLANUS. Under the canopy. THIRD SERVINGMAN. Under the canopy? CORIOLANUS. Ay. THIRD SERVINGMAN. Wheres that? CORIOLANUS. I th city of kites and crows. THIRD SERVINGMAN. I th city of kites and crows? What an ass it is! Then thou dwellst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015960 | 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 pratst and pratst. Serve with thy trencher, hence! [_Beats him away_.] [_Exit Third Servingman._] Enter Aufidius with the Second Servingman. AUFIDIUS. Where is this fellow? SECOND SERVINGMAN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015961 | Here, sir. Id have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within. AUFIDIUS. Whence comst thou? What wouldst thou? Thy name? Why speakst not? Speak, man. Whats thy name? CORIOLANUS. [_Removing his muffler_.] If, Tullus, Not yet thou knowst me, and, seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, necessity Commands me name myself. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015962 | AUFIDIUS. What is thy name? CORIOLANUS. A name unmusical to the Volscians ears And harsh in sound to thine. AUFIDIUS. Say, whats thy name? Thou has a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command int. Though thy tackles torn, Thou showst a noble vessel. Whats thy name? CORIOLANUS. Prepare thy brow to frown. Knowst thou me yet? AUFIDIUS. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015963 | know thee not. Thy name? CORIOLANUS. My name is Caius Martius, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015964 | 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 devoured the rest, And suffered me by th voice of slaves to be Whooped out of Rome. Now this extremity Hath brought me to thy hearth, not out of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015965 | hope Mistake me notto save my life; for if I had feared death, of all the men i th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015966 | 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 cankered country with the spleen Of all the under fiends. But if so be Thou darst not this, and that to prove | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015967 | 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 followed thee with hate, Drawn tuns of blood out of thy countrys breast, And cannot live but to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015968 | thy shame, unless It be to do thee service. AUFIDIUS. O Martius, Martius, 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, Id not believe them more Than thee, all-noble Martius. Let me twine Mine arms about that body, whereagainst My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015969 | grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarred 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 Sighed truer breath. But that I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015970 | 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015971 | and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters twixt thyself and me; We have been down together in my sleep, Unbuckling helms, fisting each others throat, And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Martius, Had we no other quarrel else to Rome but that Thou art thence banished, we would muster all From twelve to seventy and, pouring war Into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015972 | the bowels of ungrateful Rome, Like a bold flood oerbear t. O, come, go in, And take our friendly senators by th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015973 | thine own revenges, take Th one half of my commission and set down As best thou art experienced, since thou knowst Thy countrys strength and weaknessthine 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015974 | Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! And more a friend than eer an enemy Yet, Martius, that was much. Your hand. Most welcome! [_Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius._] Two of the Servingmen come forward. FIRST SERVINGMAN. Heres a strange alteration! SECOND SERVINGMAN. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015975 | 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, methoughtI cannot tell how to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015976 | term it. FIRST SERVINGMAN. He had so, looking as it wereWould I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. SECOND SERVINGMAN. So did I, Ill be sworn. He is simply the rarest man i th world. FIRST SERVINGMAN. I think he is. But a greater soldier than he you wot one. SECOND SERVINGMAN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015977 | Who, my master? FIRST SERVINGMAN. Nay, its 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015978 | assault too. Enter the Third Servingman. THIRD SERVINGMAN. O slaves, I can tell you news, news, you rascals! FIRST and SECOND SERVINGMAN. What, what, what? Lets partake. THIRD SERVINGMAN. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lief be a condemned man. FIRST and SECOND SERVINGMAN. Wherefore? Wherefore? THIRD SERVINGMAN. Why, heres he that was wont | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015979 | to thwack our general, Caius Martius. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015980 | for him directly, to say the troth ont, before Corioles; he scotched him and notched him like a carbonado. SECOND SERVINGMAN. An he had been cannibally given, he might have boiled 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015981 | Mars; set at upper end o th 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 withs hand, and turns up the white o th eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i th middle | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015982 | and but one half of what he was yesterday, for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. Hell go, he says, and sowl the porter of Rome gates by th ears. He will mow all down before him and leave his passage polled. SECOND SERVINGMAN. And hes as like to dot as any man | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015983 | I can imagine. THIRD SERVINGMAN. Dot? He will dot! 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 whilest hes in directitude. FIRST SERVINGMAN. Directitude? Whats that? THIRD SERVINGMAN. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015984 | and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows like coneys after rain, and revel all with him. FIRST SERVINGMAN. But when goes this forward? THIRD SERVINGMAN. Tomorrow, today, presently. You shall have the drum struck up this afternoon. Tis as it were parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips. SECOND SERVINGMAN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015985 | 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. Its sprightly walking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015986 | more bastard children than wars 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015987 | wars for my money! I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising; they are rising. ALL. In, in, in, in! [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Rome. A public place Enter the two Tribunes. Sicinius and Brutus. SICINIUS. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him. His remedies are tamethe present peace, And quietness of the people, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015988 | 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 byt, behold Dissentious numbers pestring streets than see Our tradesmen singing in their shops and going About their functions friendly. BRUTUS. We stood tot in good time. Enter Menenius. Is this Menenius? SICINIUS. Tis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015989 | he, tis he. O, he is grown most kind Of late.Hail, sir! MENENIUS. Hail to you both. SICINIUS. Your Coriolanus is not much missed But with his friends. The commonwealth doth stand, And so would do were he more angry at it. MENENIUS. Alls well, and might have been much better if He could have temporized. SICINIUS. Where is he, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015990 | hear you? MENENIUS. Nay, I hear nothing; His mother and his wife hear nothing from him. Enter three or four Citizens. ALL CITIZENS. The gods preserve you both! SICINIUS. Good een, our neighbours. BRUTUS. Good een to you all, good een to you all. FIRST CITIZEN. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees Are bound to pray for you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015991 | both. SICINIUS. Live and thrive! BRUTUS. Farewell, kind neighbours. We wished 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 Martius was A worthy officer i th war, but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015992 | insolent, Oercome with pride, ambitious, past all thinking Self-loving. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015993 | tribunes, There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Reports the Volsces with two several powers Are entered in the Roman territories, And with the deepest malice of the war Destroy what lies before em. MENENIUS. Tis Aufidius, Who, hearing of our Martius banishment, Thrusts forth his horns again into the world, Which were inshelled when Martius stood | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015994 | for Rome, And durst not once peep out. SICINIUS. Come, what talk you of Martius? BRUTUS. Go see this rumourer whipped. 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 hath been Within my age. But reason with the fellow Before you punish | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015995 | 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 coming That turns | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015996 | their countenances. SICINIUS. Tis this slave Go whip him fore the peoples eyeshis raising, Nothing but his report. MESSENGER. Yes, worthy sir, The slaves report is seconded, and more, More fearful, is delivered. SICINIUS. What more fearful? MESSENGER. It is spoke freely out of many mouths How probable I do not knowthat Martius, Joined with Aufidius, leads a power gainst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015997 | Rome And vows revenge as spacious as between The youngst and oldest thing. SICINIUS. This is most likely! BRUTUS. Raised only that the weaker sort may wish Good Martius home again. SICINIUS. The very trick on t. MENENIUS. This is unlikely; He and Aufidius can no more atone Than violentst contrariety. Enter a Second Messenger. SECOND MESSENGER. You are sent | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015998 | for to the Senate. A fearful army, led by Caius Martius Associated with Aufidius, rages Upon our territories, and have already Oerborne 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000015999 | city leads upon your pates, To see your wives dishonoured to your noses MENENIUS. Whats the news? Whats the news? COMINIUS. Your temples burned in their cement, and Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined Into an augers bore. MENENIUS. Pray now, your news? You have made fair work, I fear me.Pray, your news? If Martius should be joined with Volscians | 60 | gutenberg |
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