Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears. Auf. No more. Ha! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it.—Boy! Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? All the Conspirators. Let him die for 't. All People. Tear him to pieces! do it presently. He killed my son :-my daughter :--he killed my cousin Marcus: he killed my father! Second Lord. Peace, ho!-no outrage :--peace! This man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing.-Stand, Aufidius, Cor. O! that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. Insolent villain! All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! Lords. [AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls: AUFIDIUS stands upon him. Hold, hold, hold, hold! O Tullus! Auf My noble masters, hear me speak. First Lord. Second Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. Third Lord. Tread not upon him. - Masters all, quiet.— Put up your swords. Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Myself your loyal servant, or endure First Lord. Second Lord. Bear from hence his body; Let him be regarded that ever herald His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it. be Auf. My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up :- Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead march. |