Think on the wounds his body bears, which show Com.

Let me speak: Like graves i' the holy churchyard.

I have been consul, and can show from Rome, Cor.

Scratches with briars, ller enemies' marks upon me. I do love Scars to move laughter only.

My country's good, with a respect more tender, Men.

Consider further, More holy, and profound, that mine own life, That when he speaks not like a citizen, My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase', You find him like a soldier: Do not take And treasure of my loins; then if I would His rougher accents for malicious sounds, Speak that But, as I say, such as become a soldier,

Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? Rather than envy you.

Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is Cont.

Well, well, no more. banish'd, Cor. W1 is the matter,

As enemy to the people, and his country : That being pasg'd for consul with full voice, It shall be so. I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour

It shall be so, it shall be so. You take it off again?

Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath Sic, Answer to us.

I hate Cor. Say then: 'tis true, 1 ought so (to take As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv d As the dead carcasses of unburied men From Rome all season'd office, and to wind That do corrupt my air, I banish yon ; Yourself into a power tyrannical:

And here remain with your uncertainty! For which, you are a traitor to the people. Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! Cor. How! Traitor ?

Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Den. Nay; temperately; Your promise. Fan you into despair! Have the power still Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the To banish your defenders; till at length, people!

Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels), Call me their traitor!- Thou injurious tribune; Making but reservation of yourselves, Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, (Still your own foes), deliver you, as most In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Abated captives, to some nation Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, That won you without blows! Despising, Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free For you, the city, thus I turn my back : As I do pray the gods.

There is a world elsewhere. Sic

Mark you this, people ? [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENEXIUS, Cil. To the rock; to the rock with him!

Senators, and Patricians, Sic.

Peace. Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! We need not put new matter to his charge: Cit. Our enemy's banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! What you have seen him do, and heard him hoo! speak,

[The People shoul, and throw up their Caps. Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying As he hath follow'd yon, with all despite; Those whose great power must try him; even Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard So criminal, and in such capital kind, [this, Attend us through the city. (come :Deserves the extremest death.

Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates : Bru.

But since he hath The gods preserve our noble tribunes !--Come. Serv'd well for Rome,

(Exeun. Cor.

What do you prate of service ?
Pru. I talk of that that know it.


Is this The promise that you made your mother?

SCENE I. The same. Before a Gate of the City. Com

Know, I pray you,

Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENECor. I'll know no further;

NIUS, COMINICs, and several


Patricians. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Cor. Come, leave your tears: a brief fareVazabond exile, flaying: Pent to linger

well:- the beast But with a grain a day, I would not buy With many heads butts me away.- Nay, mother, Their mercy at the price of one fair word; Where is your ancient conrage? you were us'd Nor cbeck my courage for what they can give, To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ; To have't with saying, Good morrow.

That common chances common men could bear; Sic.

For that he has That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike (As much as in him lies) from time to time Shew'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows Envied against the people, seeking means When inost struck home being gentle wounded To pluck away their power as now at last Given hostile strokes, and that not in the pre- A noble cunning: you were usd to load me Of dreaded justice, but on the ininisters (sence With precepts, that would make invincible That do distribute it; In the name o' the people The heart that conn'd them. Avd in the power of us, the tribunes, we,

Vir, O heavens! O heavens ! Eveu from this instant, banish him our city: Cor.

Nay, I prythee, woman, In peril of precipitation

Vol. Now the red pestilence strikes all trades From off the rock Tarpeian, never more And occupations perish!

(in Rome, To enter our Rome gates : I' the people's name, Cor.

What, what, what! I say, it shall be so.

I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay mother, Cil. It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away: Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, He's banish'd, and it shall be so. [friends;- If you had been the wife of Herenles,

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd Sic. He's senteuc'di no more hearicg. Your husband so much sweat --Cominius,

Not Fourth.



Droop not; adieu :-Farewell, my wife! my Nay, and you shall hear some.-Will you be mother!


(To BRUTUS. I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius, Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sıc.] I would I Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,

had the power Aud venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime To say so to my husband. general,


Are you mankind ? I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Vol. Ay, fool is that a shame?- Note but this Heart-hard'ning spectacles; tell these sad wo fool. men,

Was not a man my father? Hadst thou forship 'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, (well, To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, An'tis to laugh at them.-My mother you wot Than thou hast spoken words? My hazards still have been your solace: and Sic.

O blessed heavens ! Believe't not lightly (though I go alone

Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen (your son words;

[Yet go:Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen), And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what:Will, or exceed the common, or be caught Nay, but thou shalt stay too :- I would, my son With cautelous baits and practice.

Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, Vol.

My first son, His good sword in his land. Whither wilt go ? Take good Cominius


What then? With thee a while: Determine on some course,

What then? More than a wild exposure to each chance He'd make an end of thy posterity. That starts i' the way before thee.

Vol. Bastards, and all.

[Rome! Cor.

O the gods! Good man, the wounds that he does bear for
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Man. Come, come, peace.
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of Sic. I would, he had continu'd to his country,

As he began; and not unknit himself
And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth The noble knot he made.
A cause for thy repeal, we shall pot send


I would he had. O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; Vol. I would he had! 'Twas you incens'd the And lose advantage, which doth ever cool

rabble; I the absence of the needer.

Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,

Fare ye well;- As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full Will not have earth to know.
Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one


Pray, let us go. That's yet unbruis'd; bring me but out at gate. Vol. Now, pray sir, get you gone; Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,

this: Bid me farewell and smile. I pray you, come. As far as doth the Capitol exceed While I remain above the ground, you shall The meanest house in Rome: so far my son Ilear from me still; and never of me auglit (This lady's husband here, this, do you see), But what is like me formerly.

Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all, Hen.

That's worthily Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you. As any ear can hear, Come, let's not weep.


Why stay we to be baited If I could shake off but one seven years,

With one that wants her wits? From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, Vol.

Take my prayers with you.--I'd with thee every foot.

I would the gods had nothing else to de,
Give me thy hand:

[Ereunt Tribunes. Come.

[Eceunt. But to confirm my curses! Could I meet them SCENE II. The same. A Street near the Gate. But once a day, it would unclog my heart

of what lies heavy to't. Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an Ædile.


You have told them home. Sic. Bid them all home: he's gone, and we'll And, by my troth, you have cause. no further

with me? The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided

Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, In his behalf.

And so shall starve with feeding.-('ome, let's Biu. Now ve have shown our power,

go; Let us seem humbler after it is done,

Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, Than when it was a doing.

In anger, Juno-like, Come, come, come.

Bid them home:
Blen. F'ye, iye, tye!

Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.

Dismiss them home.

A Highway between Rome and Antium,
[Exit ÆDILE.

Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENTUS. Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know Here comes his mother.

me; your name, I think, is Adrian. Sic, Let's not meet her.

Vol. It is so sir: troly, I have forgot you. Bru.

Why? Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, Sic. They say she's mad,

as you are, against them : Know you ne yet? Bru.

They have ta'en note of us: Vol. Nicanor? No. Keep on your way.

Rom. The same, sir, Vol. O you're well met: The hoarded plague Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw Reqnite your love!

[o' the gods you ; but your favour is well appeared by your Men.

Peace, peace: be not so loud. tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should note from the Volcian state, to find you out hear,

there : You lave well saved me a day's journey.

You'll sur

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange in- Whose passions and whose plots have broke surrection : the people against the senators, their sleep patricians, and nobles.

To take the one the other, hy some chance, Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then ? Our state Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear thinks not so; they are in a most warlike pre friends, paration, and hope to come upon tiiem in the And interjoin their issues. So with me: heat of their division.

My birth-place hate I, and my love's apon Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small This enemy town.—I'll enter: if he slay me, thing would make it flame again. For the nobles He does fair justice; if he give me way, receive so to heart the banishment of that wor- I'll do his country service.

[Ecit. thy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness,

SCENE V. to take all power froin the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies The Same, A Hall in Aufidius's House. glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature

Musick within. Enter a Servant. for the violent breaking out.

1 Serv. Wine, wine,wine! What service is here! Vol, Coriolanus banished ?

I think our fellows are asleep.

(Ex. Pom. Banished, sir,

Enter another Servant. Vol. You will be welcome with this intelli

2 Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls for gence, Nicanor. lim. Cotus!

[E.cit. Rom. The day serves well for them now. I

Enter CORIOLANTS. have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she has fallen out with her Appear not like a guest.

Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells well: husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will up

(but I

Re-enter the first Servant. pear well in these wars, with his great opposer,

1 S-ry. What would you have, friend? Whence Coriolanus, being now in no request of his

are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to country,

the door. Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate,

Corr. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have

In being Coriolanus. ended my business, and I will merrily accom

Re-enter second Servant. pany you home.

2 Serv. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to you most strange things from Rome; all tend

such companions ? Pray, get you out. ing to the good of their adversaries. Have you

Cor. Away! an army ready, say you ?

2 Serv. Away ? Get yon away. Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and

Cor. Now thon art troublesome. [with anon. their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the

2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.

Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness,

3 Serv. What fellow's this? and am the man, I think, that shall set them in 1 Sery. A strange one as ever I look'd on: I present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and cannot get him out o' the house; Prgthee, call most glad of your company.

my master to him. Vol. You take my part from me, sir; I have

3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? the most cause to be glad of yours.

Pray you, avoid the house. Rom. Well, let us go together. [Exeunt.

Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your 3 Serv. What are you?

[hearth. SCENE IV, Antium. Before Aufidins's House.

Cor. A gentleman. Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean Apparel, disguised 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. and muffied.

Cor. True, so I am. Cor. A goodly city is this Antiun: City, 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up 'Tis I that made thy widows; many an heir some other station; here's no place for you; Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars

pray you, avoid ; come. Have I heard groan and drop: then know me Cor. Follow your function, go! pot;

stones, And batten on cold bits. [Prushes him orol!. Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with 3 Serv. What, will you not? Prythee, tell my Enter a Citizen.

master what a strange guest he has here. In puny battle slay me.-Save you, sir.

2 Serv. And I shall.

[Erit. Cit. And you.

3 Serv. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,

Cor. Under the canopy. Where great Aufidius lies: Is he in antium?

3 Serv. Under the canopy? Cil. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state,

Cor. Ay. At his house this night.

3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech yon ?

Cor. I' the city of kites and crows. Cit. This, here before you.

3 Serv. I'the city of kites and crows?-What Cor.

Thank you, sir, farewell. an assitis!-Then thou dwellest with drws too?

[Erit Citizen Cor. No, I serve not thy master. (master? O, world, thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my Sworn,

Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service than to Whose double bogoms seem to wear one heart, meddle with thy mistress : Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and ex- Thou prat'st, and prat'st: serve with thy trenercise,

cher, hence!

[Beats him away. Are still together, who twinas'twere in love Enter AUFIDIts and the second Servant. Unseparable, shall within this hour,

Auf. Where is this fellow? Ona dissension of a doit, break ont

2 Serv. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a To bitterest enmity; So fellest foes,

dog, but for disturbing the lords within.

Auf, Whence comest thou? what wouldest Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart, thou? Thy name?

[name? Than when I tirst my wedded mistress saw Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Jars! I teil Cor.

it, Tullus, [Unmufling. thee, Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Think me for the man I am, necessity Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Commands me name myself.

Or lose mine arm fort: Thou hast beat me out Auf.

What is thy name? Twelve several times, and I have nightly sinca

[Servants retire. Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me: Cor. A name unmusical to the Volcians'ears, We have been down together in my sleep, And harsh in sound to thine.

Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, Auf

Say, what's thy name? And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face

Marcius, Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Thou show'st a noble vessel: What's thy name? Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st From twelve to seventy; and pouring war thou me yet?

Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, duf. I know thee not: Thy name?

Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go iv, Cor. Myname is Caius Marcius, who hath done and take our friendly senators by the hands; To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, Great hurt and mischief'; thereto witness may Who am prepar'd against your territories, My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service, Though not for Ronie itself. The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood Cor.

You bless me, gods! Shed for my thankless country, are requited Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt But with that surname; a good memory,

have And witness of the malice and displeasure The leading of thine own revenges, take Which thou should'st bear me: only that name The one half of my commission; and set down. -remains;

As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st The cruelty and envy of the people,

Thy country's strength and weakness,--thine Permitted by our dastard nobles, who

own ways: Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, And suffered me by the voice of slaves to be Or rudely visit them in parts remote, Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity To fright them, ere destroy. But come in : Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope, Let me commend thee first to those, that shall Mistake me not, to save my life; for if Say, yea, to thy desires. A thousand welcomes ! I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world And more a friend than e'er an enemy; I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite, Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand; Most To be full quit of those niy banishers,


[Exeunt COR, un ACF. Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast 1 Scru. (Advancing.) Here's a strange alteraA heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge

tion! Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have maims

strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. straight,

1 Serv. What an arm he has ! le turned me And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it, about with his finger and his thumb, as one That my revengefull services may prove

would set up a top. As benefits to thee: for I will fight

2 Srrv. Nay, I knew by his face that there Against my canker'd country with the spleen was something in him: He had, sir, a kiradi ot Of all the under fiends. But if so be

face, methought.--I cannot tell how to terin it. Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more

1 Smrv. lle had so: looking as it were, fortunes

'Would I were langed, but I thought there was Thou art tird, then, in a word, I also am more in him than I could think. Longer to live most weary, and present

2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: the rarest man i' the world. Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool; 1 Serv. I think, he is: but a greater soldier Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, than he, you wot one. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, 2 Serv. Who? my master? And cannot live but to thy shame, unless 1 Sorv, Nay, it's no matter for that. It be to do thee service.

2 Serv. Worth six of hin). Auf.

O, Marcius, Marcius, 1 Serr. Nay, not so, neither; but I take him Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from to be the greater soldier. my heart

2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter (say, to say that: for the defence of a town, our geShould from yon cloud speak divine things, and neral is excellent. 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, 1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too All noble Marcius.-0), let me twine

Retnler third Servant. Mine arms about that body, where against

3 Serv. O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, you rascals. And scarr'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip 1, 2 Scru. What, what, what? let's partake. The anvil of my sword; and do contest

3 Sere. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; As hotly and as nobly with thy love,

I had as lieve be a condemned man. As ever in ambitious strength I did

1. 2 Sere. Wherefore? wherefore ? Contend against thy volour. Know thou first, 3 Serv. Wiy, here's lie that was wont to thwack I loved the maid I married : never man our general, --Caius Marcius. Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee bere, 1 Serv. Why do you say, thwack our general?

3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kind he was always good enough for him.

Of late.-Hail, sir! 2 Seru. Coine, we are fellows, and friends: he Jen.

Hail to you both! was ever too hard for him: I have heard him Sic. Your Coriolanus, sir, is not much miss'd, say so himself.

But with his friends: the commonwealth doth 1 Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to

stand: say the truth on't before Corioli, he scotched And so would do, were he more angry at it. him and notched him like a carbonado.

Men. All's well; and might have been much 2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he He could have temporiz'd. {heiter, if might have broiled and eaten him too.


Where is he, hear you? 1 Serv. But, more of thy news?

Men. Nay, I hear nothiug; his mother and 3 Sero. Why, he is so made on bere within, Hear nothing from him.

[his wife as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper

Enter Three or Four Citizens. end o' the table: no question asked him by any Cit. The gods preserve you both! of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Sic.

Good e'en, our neighbours. Our general himself makes a mistress of lim; Bru. Good e'en to you all, good e'en to you all. sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the 1 Ch. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on white oʻthe eye to his discourse. But the bottom Are bound to pray for you both. [our knees, of the news is, our general is cut i' the middle, Sic.

Live, and thrive! and but one half of what he was yesterday; for Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours; we wish'd the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of Had loy'd you as we did.

(Coriolanus the whole table. He'll go, he says, and sowie Ci.

Now the gods keep you! the porter of Rome gates by the cars : He will Doth Tri. Farewell, farewell. mow down all before him, and leave his passage

Exeunt Citizens. polled,

[I can imagine. Sic. This is a happier and more comely time, 2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man Than when these fellows ran about the streets,

3 Srv. Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, Crying, Confusion. he has as many iends as enemies : which Bru.

Caius Marcius was friends, sir (as it were), durst not look you, A worthy oflicer i' the war; but insolent, sir) show themselves (as we term it) his friends, O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinkwhilst he's in directitude.


[ing, 1 Serv. Directitude ? what's that?


And affecting one sole throne, 3 Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his crest Without assistač0€. up again, and the man in blood, they will out


I think not so. of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation, all with him.

If he had gone forth consul, found it so. 1 Serv. But when goes this forward ?

Bru. The gods have well prevented it, anil 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You Sits safe and still without him. (Rome shall have the drum struck up this afternoon :

Enter Ædile. tis, as it were a parcel of their feast, and to be Ed.

Worthy tribunes, executed ere they wipe their lips.

There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, 2 Serv. Why, then we shall liave a stirring Reports,--the Volces with two several powers world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust Are enter'd in the Roman territories; iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers. And with the deepest malice of the war

1 Serv. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds Destroy what lies before them. peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, Men.

'Tis Aufidius, waking, audible, avd full of vent. Peace is a Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, Thrusts forth his horns again into the world : insensible; a getter of more bastard children, which were inshelld, when Marcius stood for than wars a destroyer of men.

And durst not once peep out.

(Rome 2 Serv. 'Tis so: and as wars, in some sort, Sic.

Come, what talk you may be said to be a rarisner: so it cannot be of Marcius ?

(not be. denied, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds. Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp d.- It can

1 Srv. Ay,and it makes men hate one another. The Volces dare break with us. 3 Serv. Reason, because they then less need Men.

Cannot be ! one another. The wars for my money. I hope We have record, that very well it can; to see Romans as cheap as Volcians. They are And three examples of the like have been rising. they are rising.

Within my age. But reason with the fellow, AU. In, in, in, in.

[Exeunt. Before yon punish him, where he heard this: SCENE VI. Rome. A publick Place.

Lest you should chance to whip your informa

And beat the messenger who bids beware [tion, Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.

of what is to be dreaded. Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear Sic.

Tell not me: him ;

I know, this cannot be. His remedies are tame i' the present peace Bru,

Not possible. And quietness o' the people, which before

Enter a Messenger. Were in wild burry. Here do we make his friends Mess. The nobles, in great earnestness, are Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had, going Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold All to the senate-honse : some news is come, Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see that turns their countenances. Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going Sic.

'Tis this slave: About their functions friendly.

Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes :-his rais-
Nothing but his report!

(ing! Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Mes.

Yes, worthy sir.

The slave's report is seconded; and more,

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