Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Here's many else have done, you shout me forth As if I loved my little should be dieted In praises sauced with lies. Com. Too modest are you, More cruel to your good report, than grateful you Like one that means his proper harm-in manacles, Then reason safely with you.-Therefore, be it known, As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Wears this war's garland: in token of the which My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, With all his trim belonging; and, from this time, For what he did before Corioli, call him, With all the applause and clamour of the host, The addition nobly ever! All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. Cor. I will go wash 1; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, To the fairness of my power. Com. So, to our tent; Where, ere we do repose us, we will write To Rome of our success.-You, Titus Lartius, The best with whom we may articulate, Lart. I shall, my lord. Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg Of my lord general. Com. Take it 't is yours-What is t? Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, At a poor man's house; he used me kindly:- : I request you Were he the butcher of my son, he should Cor. By Jupiter, forgot! I am weary; yea, my memory is tired. Have we no wine here? Com. Go we to our tent. The blood upon your visage dries; 't is time [Exeunt. SCENE X.-The Camp of the Volsces. A Flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, bloody, with two or three Soldiers. Auf. The town is ta'en! 1 Sold. 'T will be deliver'd back on good condition. Auf. Condition! I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, What good condition can a treaty find I' the part that is at mercy ?-Five times, Marcius, I've fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me; And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter As often as we eat.-By the elements, If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, He is mine, or I am his. Mine emulation I thought to crush him in an equal force, True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way, Or wrath or craft may get him. 1 Sold. He's the devil. Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour, poisoned With only suffering stain by him, for him Wash my fierce hand in 's heart. city; Go you to the Learn how 't is held; and what they are that must Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you, "T is south the city mills,-bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey. 1 Sold. I shall, sir. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-Rome. A Public Place. Enter MENENIUS, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS. Men. The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night. Bru. Good, or bad? Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius. Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius. Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Men. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men tell me one thing that I shall ask you. |