1 A good construction. I rais'd him, and pawn'd When he did ftand for conful, which he loft duf. That I would have fpoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth, 1.Can. So he did, my Lord: The army marvell'd at it, and, at last, When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd (For which my finews fhall be ftretch'd upon him; 2 Con. And patient fools, Whofe children he hath flain, their bafe throats tear, 3 Con. Therefore at your vantage, Ere Ere he exprefs himfelf, or move the people Auf. Say no more, Here come the Lords. Enter the Lords of the City. All Lords. You're moft welcome home. But, worthy Lords, have you with heed perus'd All. We have. 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think, Enter Coriolanus, marching with drums and colours; the Commons being with him. Cor. Hail, Lords; I am return'd, your foldier; No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but fill fubfifting Under your great command. You are to know, That profperoufly I have attempted, and With bloody paffage led your wars, even to The gates of Rome: Our fpoils, we have brought home, Do more than counterpoife, a full third part, The charges of the action. We've made peace lefs honour to the Antiates, With me to th' Romans and we here deliver, Than Subfcribed by the confuls and patricians, Auf. Read it not, noble Lords. But But tell the traitor, in the highest degree Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; doft thou think,. Cor. Hear'ft thou, Mars! Auf Name not the god, thou boy of tears! Auf. No more. Cor. Measurelefs liar, thou haft made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy? O fave! Pardon me, Lords, 'tis the first time that ever I'm forc'd to feald, Your judgments, my grave Lords, Muft give this cur the lye; and his own notion, (Who wears my ftripes impreft apon him; that Muft bear my beating to his grave;) fhall join To thruft the lye unto him. 1 Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volfcians, men and lads, Alone I did it. Boy! Auf. Why, noble Lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your fhame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore Fore your own eyes and ears? All Con. Let him die for't. All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently: This orb o' th' earth; his laft offences to us Cor. O that I had him, With fix Aufidius's, or more, his tribe, Auf. Infolent villain! All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [The Confpirators all draw, and kill Marcius, who falls, and Aufidius ftands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, held, hold. Auf. My noble mafters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. O Tullus- 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him-masters all, be quiet; Put up your fwords. Auf. My Lords, when you fhall know (as in this rage Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice That he is thus cut off. Please it your Honours To call me to your Senate, I'll deliver Myfelf your loyal fervant, or endure Your heavicft cenfure. 1 Lond. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded As the most noble coarse, that ever herald 2 Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame: Auf. My rage is gone, And I am truck with forrow: take him up: Help, Help, three o' th' chiefeft foldiers; I'll be one. (42) · [Exeunt,bearing the body of Marcius. Adead march founded (42) Help, three o' th' chiefeft foldiers; I'll be one.] Not one of the three, but one to affift them: he would make the fourth man. So, in the conclufion of Hamletz -Let four captains Bear Hamlet like a foldier to the stage 3 The End of the SixTH Volume. |