Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet?
Auf. I know thee not; thy name?

Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volscians,
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
My firname, Coriolanus. The painful service,
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are required
But with that firname: a good memory,
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou should't bear me, only that name remains.
The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our daftard nobles, who
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest

And suffer'd me by th' voice of flaves to be
Hoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth, not out of hope
(Mistake me not) to save my life; for if
I had fear'd death, of all the men i'th' world
I'd have avoided 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 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
Againit my canker'd country, with the spleen
Of all the under fiends. But if so be
Thou dar’st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Thou'rt tir'd; 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 shew thee but a fool,
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live, but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.
Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius,


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Each word, thou't spoke, hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient


If Yupiter
Should from yon cloud speak to me things divine,
And say, 'tis true; I'd not believe them more
Than thee, all-noble Marcius. Let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
The anvile 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 lov'd the maid I married ; never man
Sigh'd truer breath: but, that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress law

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 my arm for't; thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dream't of encounters 'twixt thyself and me:
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish’d, we would mufter all
From twelve to seventy; and pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O come, go in,
And take our friendly fenators by th' hands.
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.

Cor. You bless me, gods !

Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take One half of my commifion, and let down As beit thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness, thine own ways;


Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
To fright them, ere destroy. But come, come in;
Let me commend thee first to those, that shall
Say yea to thy defires. A thousand welcomes !
And more a friend, than e'er an enemy:
Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand; molt

[Exeunt. Enter two Servamts. į Ser. Here's a strange alteration.

2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.

i Ser. What an arm he has! he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.

2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methoughtI cannot tell how to term it.

1 Ser. He had so: looking, as it were-would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.

2 Ser. So did I, I'll be swoin: he is simply the rarest man i' th' world.

1 Ser. I think, he is; but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.

2 Ser. Who, my master ?
i Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that.
2 Ser. Worth six on him.

1 Ser. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier.

2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that; for the defence of a town, our General is excellent.

a Ser. Ay, and for an assault too.

Enter a third Servant. 3

Ser. Oh, flaves, I can tell you news ; news, you rascals.

Both. What, what, what' let's partake.

3. Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.

Both. Wherefore? wherefore?

3 Ser. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Gaius Marcixs.

i Ser. Why do you say, thwack our General?

3 Ser. I do not say, thwack our General; but he was always good enough for him.

2-Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends; he was ever too hard for him, I have heard him say fo himself.

1 Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on't: before Corioli, he scocht him and notcht him like a carbonado.

2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too.

i Ser. But, more of thy news;

3 Ser. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars : set at upper end o'th' table; no question ask'd him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him. Our General himself makes a mistress of him, sanctifies himself wich's hands, 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, and but one half of what he was yesterday. For the other has half, by the intreaty and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and fowle the porter of Rome gates by th ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage polld.

2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as 'any man I can imagine.

3 Ser. Do't! he will do't: for look you, Sir, he has as many friends as enemies; which friends, Sir, as it were, durft not (look you, Sir) Thew themselves (as we term it) his friends, whilft he's in directitude.

Ser. Directitude! what's that? 3. Ser. But when they fhall see, Sir, his crest up again, and the inan in blood, they will out of their burroughs (like conies after rain (and revel all with him.

1 Ser. But when goes this forward ?


3 Ser.

3 Ser: Tomorrow, to-day, presently, you shall have the drum ftruck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feat, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2 Ser. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again : this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron, encrease taylors, and breed ballad-makers,

1 Ser. Let me have war, sày l; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull’d, deaf, sleepy, insensible, a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.

2 Ser, 'Tis so; and as war in some fort may be faid to be a ravilher, fo it cannot be denied, but

peace is great

maker of cuckolds. I Ser. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

3 Ser. Reason, because they then less need one another: the wars, for my money. I hope, to fee Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rifing. Both. In, in, in, in.



SCENE, a publick Place in Rome.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Sic.(33) W His remedies are taine i'th present peace,

E hear not of him, neither need we fearhim; And quietness o’th' people, which before Were in wild hurry. Here we make his friends Blush, that the world goes well; who rather had,

(33) We bear not of bim, neither need we fear him,

His remeaies are tame; the present peace
And quietness o'tb' people, which before

Were in wild burry.] As this passage has been hitherto pointed, it labours under two absurdities; firt, that the peace abroad, and the quietness of the populace at home, are calls Marcius's remedies; whereas, in truth, these were the impediments of his revenge: In the next place, the latter branch of the sentence is imperfect and ungrammaticale My regulation prevents both these inconveniencies.


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