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Though they themselves did fuffer by't, beheld
Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: 0, he is grown most kind of late. Hail, Sir!
Men. Hail to you both!
Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much miss'd, but with his friends; the commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, were he more angry at it.
Men. All's well, and might have been much better, if he could have temporiz'd.
Sic. Where is he, hear you ?
Enter three or four Citizens.
1 Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both.
Sic. Live and thrive.
Bru. Farewel, kind neighbours :
All. Now the gods keep you !
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time;
Bru. Caius Marcius was
Sic. And affecting one fole throne,
Men. Nay, I think not so.
Sic. We had by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth conful, found it fo.
Brk. The gods have well prevenced it, and Rome i Sits safe and Itill without him.
Mer. 'Tis Aufidius,
Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius!
Bru. Go see this rumourer whipt.' It cannot be, The Volscians dare break with us.
Men. Cannot be !
And three examples of the like have been
Sic. Tell not me:
Sis. 'Tis this slave :
Nothing but his report !
Dit Cil irá
Ant vil bi !!
Sic. What more fearful ?
Mes. It is fpoke freely out of many mouths,
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may wish
Sic. The very trick on't.
Men. This is unlikely.
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Enter Melengerecriw ,MIC,
(34) He and Aufidius can no more be one
Tban violentes contrariety.)
Then is there mirth in heav'n,
Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, and To melt the city-leads upon your pates, To see your wives dishonour'd io your noses.
Men. What's the news? what's the news?
Com. Your temples burned in their cement, and
Men. Pray now, the news?
Com. If ? he is their god; he leads them like a thing
Men. You've made good work,
Com. He'll make your Rome about your ears.
Men. As Hercules did shake down mellow fruit:
Com. Ay, and you'll look pale
find it other. All the regions Do smilingly revolt; and, who relists, Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, And perish constant fools: who is't can blame him : Your enemies and his find fomething in him.
Men. We're all undone, unless The noble man have mercy.
Com. Who shall ask it? The tribunes cannot do't for Thame; the people Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf Does of the shepherds: his best friends, if they Shou'd say, be good to Rome, they charge him even As those should do that had desery'd his hate, And therein thew'd like enemies,
Men. 'Tis true,
Com. You've brought
Tri. Say not, we brought it..
Men. How? was it we? we lov'd him; but, like beasts,
Com. But I fear,
Enter a Troop of Citizens.
upon a soldier's head,
voices. 'Tis no matter,
Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news.
i Cit. For mine own part,
2 Cit.. And so did I.
3 Cit. And so did. I; and to say, the truth, fo did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best : and tho' we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will..
And pay you