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Actus Primus.

Scœna Prima.

Enter a Company of Mutinous Citizens, |with Staues,
Clubs, and other weapons.

1. Citizen.

Before we proceed any further, heare me ſpeake.

Speake, ſpeake.

1. Cit.
You are all reſolu'd rather to dy then
to famiſh?

Reſolu'd, reſolu'd.

1. Cit.
Firſt you know, Caius Martius is chiefe enemy
to the people.

We know't, we know't.

1. Cit.
Let vs kill him, and wee'l haue Corne at our own
price. Is't a Verdict?

No more talking on't; Let it be done, away, away

2. Cit.
One word, good Citizens.

1. Cit.
We are accounted poore Citizens, the Patri-
cians good: what Authority ſurfets one, would releeue
vs. If they would yeelde vs but the ſuperfluitie while it
were wholſome, wee might gueſſe they releeued vs hu-
manely: But they thinke we are too deere, the leanneſſe
that afflicts vs, the obiect of our miſery, is as an inuento-
ry to particularize their abundance, our ſufferance is a
gaine to them. Let vs reuenge this with our Pikes, ere
we become Rakes. For the Gods know, I ſpeake this in
hunger for Bread, not in thirſt for Reuenge.

2. Cit.
Would you proceede eſpecially againſt Caius

Againſt him firſt: He's a very dog to the Com-

2. Cit.
Conſider you what Seruices he ha's done for his

1. Cit.
Very well, and could bee content to giue him
good report for't, but that hee payes himſelfe with bee-
ing proud.

Nay, but ſpeak not maliciouſly.

1. Cit.
I ſay vnto you, what he hath done Famouſlie,
he did it to that end: though ſoft conſcienc'd men can be
content to ſay it was for his Countrey, he did it to pleaſe
his Mother, and to be partly proud, which he is, euen to
the altitude of his vertue.

2. Cit.
What he cannot helpe in his Nature, you ac-
count a Vice in him: You muſt in no way ſay he is co-

1. Cit.
If I muſt not, I neede not be barren of Accuſa-
tions he hath faults (with ſurplus) to tyre in repetition.
Showts within.
What ſhowts are theſe? The other ſide a'th City is riſen:
why ſtay we prating heere? To th'Capitoll.

Come, come.

1 Cit.
Soft, who comes heere?
Enter Menenius Agrippa.

2 Cit.
Worthy Menenius Agrippa, one that hath Al-
wayes lou'd the people.

1 Cit.
He's one honeſt enough, wold Al the reſt wer ſo.

What work's my Countrimen in hand?
Where go you with Bats And Clubs? The matter
Speake I pray you.

2 Cit.
Our buſines is not vnknowne to th'Senat, they
haue had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, wc
now wee'l ſhew em in deeds: they ſay poore Suters haue
ſtrong breaths, they ſhal know we haue ſtrong arms too.

Why Maſters, my good Friends, mine honeſt
Neighbours, will you vndo your ſelues?

2 Cit.
We cannot Sir, we are vndone already.

I tell you Friends, moſt charitable care
Haue the Patricians of you for your wants.
Your ſuffering in this dearth, you may as well
Strike at the Heauen with your ſtaues, as lift them
Againſt the Roman State, whoſe courſe will on
The way it takes: cracking ten thouſand Curbes
Of more ſtrong linke aſſunder, then can euer
Appeare in your impediment. For the Dearth,
The Gods, not the Patricians make it, and
Your knees to them (not armes) muſt helpe. Alacke,
You are tranſported by Calamity
Thether, where more attends you, and you ſlander
The Helmes o'th State; who care for you like Fathers,
When you curſe them, as Enemies.

2 Cit.
Care for vs? True indeed, they nere car'd for vs
yet. Suffer vs to famiſh, and their Store-houſes cramm'd
with Graine: Make Edicts for Vſurie, to ſupport Vſu-
rers; repeale daily any wholſome Act eſtabliſhed againſt
the rich, and prouide more piercing Statutes daily, to
chaine vp and reſtraine the poore. If the Warres eate vs
not vppe, they will; and there's allthe loue they beare

Either you muſt
Confeſſe your ſelues wondrous Malicious,
Or be accus'd of Folly. I ſhall tell you
A pretty Tale, it may be you haue heard it,
But ſince it ſerues my purpoſe, I will venture
To ſcale't a little more.

2 Citizen.
Ile heare it Sir: yet you muſt not thinke
To fobbe off our diſgrace with a tale:
But and't pleaſe you deliuer.

There was a time, when all the bodies members
Rebell'd againſt the Belly; thus accus'd it:
That onely like a Gulfe it did remaine
I,th midd'ſt a th'body, idle and vnactiue,
Still cubbording the Viand, neuer bearing
Like labour with the reſt, where th'other Inſtruments
Did ſee, and heare, deuiſe, inſtruct, walke, feele,
And mutually participate, did miniſter
Vnto the appetite; and affection common
Of the whole body, the Belly anſwer'd.

2. Cit.
Well ſir, what anſwer made the Belly.

Sir, I ſhall tell you with a kinde of Smile,
Which ne're came from the Lungs, but euen thus:
For looke you I may make the belly Smile,
As well as ſpeake, it taintingly replyed
To'th'diſcontented Members, the mutinous parts
That enuied his receite: euen ſo moſt fitly,
As you maligne our Senators, for that
They are not ſuch as you.

2. Cit.
Your Bellies anſwer: What
The Kingly crown'd head, the vigilant eye,
The Counſailor Heart, the Arme our Souldier,|
Our Steed the Legge, the Tongue our Trumpeter,
With other Muniments and petty helpes
In this our Fabricke, if that they———

What then? Foreme, this Fellow ſpeakes.
What then? What then?

2 Cit.
Should by the Cormorant belly be reſtrain'd,
Who is the ſinke a th'body.

Well, what then?

2. Cit.
The former Agents, if they did complaine,
What could the Belly anſwer?

I will tell you,
If you'l beſtow a ſmall (of what you haue little)
Patience awhile; you'ſt heare the Bellies anſwer.

2. Cit.
Y'are long about it.

Note me this good Friend;
Your moſt graue Belly was deliberate,
Not raſh like his Accuſers, and thus anſwered.
True is it my Incorporate Friends (quoth he)
That I receiue the generall Food at firſt
Which you do liue vpon: and fit it is,
Becauſe I am the Store-houſe, and the Shop
Of the whole Body. But, if you do remember,
I ſend it through the Riuers of your blood
Euen to the Court, the Heart, to th'ſeate o'th'Braine,
And through the Crankes and Offices of man,
The ſtrongeſt Nerues, and ſmall inferiour Veines
From me receiue that naturall competencie
Whereby they liue. And though that all at once
(You my good Friends, this ſayes the Belly) marke me.

2. Cit.
I ſir, well, well.

Though all at once, cannot
See what I do deliuer out to each,
Yet I can make my Awdit vp, that all
From me do backe receiue the Flowre of all,
And leaue me but the Bran. What ſay you too't?

2. Cit.
It was an anſwer, how apply you this?

The Senators of Rome, are this good Belly,
And you the mutinous Members: For examine
Their Counſailes, and their Cares;diſgeſt things rightly,
Touching the Weale a'th Common, you ſhall finde
No publique benefit which you receiue
But it proceeds, or comes from them to you,
And no way from your ſelues. What do you thinke?
You, the great Toe of this Aſſembly?

2. Cit.
I the great Toe? Why the great Toe?

For that being one o'th loweſt, baſeſt, pooreſt
Of this moſt wiſe Rebellion, thou goeſt formoſt:
Thou Raſcall, that art worſt in blood to run,
Lead'ſt firſt to win ſome vantage.
But make you ready your ſtiffe bats and clubs,
Rome, and her Rats, are at the point of battell,
The one ſide muſt haue baile.
Enter Caius Martius.
Hayle, Noble Martius.

Thanks. What's the matter you diſſentious rogues
That rubbing the poore Itch of your Opinion,
Make your ſelues Scabs.

2. Cit.
We haue euer your good word.

He that will giue good words to thee, wil flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you haue, you Curres,
That like nor Peace, nor Warre? The one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that truſts to you,
Where he ſhould finde you Lyons, findes you Hares:
Where Foxes, Geeſe you are: No ſurer, no,
Then is the coale of fire vpon the Ice,
Or Hailſtone in the Sun. Your Vertue is,
To make him worthy, whoſe offence ſubdues him,
And curſe that Iuſtice did it. Who deſerues Greatnes,
Deſerues your Hate: and your Affections are
A ſickmans Appetite; who deſires moſt that
Which would encreaſe his euill. He that depends
Vpon your fauours, ſwimmes with finnes of Leade,
And hewes downe Oakes, with ruſhes. Hang ye:truſt ye?
With euery Minute you do change a Minde,
And call him Noble, that was now your Hate:
Him vilde, that was your Garland. What's the matter,
That in theſe ſeuerall places of the Citie,
You cry againſt the Noble Senate, who
(Vnder the Gods) keepe you in awe, which elſe
Would feede on one another? What's their ſeeking?

For Corne at their owne rates, wherof they ſay
The Citie is well ſtor'd.

Hang 'em: They ſay?
They'l ſit by th'fire, and preſume to know
What's done i'th Capitoll: Who's like to riſe,
Who thriues, & who declines: Side factions, & giue out
Coniecturall Marriages, making parties ſtrong,
And feebling ſuch as ſtand not in their liking,
Below their cobled Shooes. They ſay ther's grain enough?
Would the Nobility lay aſide their ruth,
And let me vſe my Sword, I'de make a Quarrie
With thouſands of theſe quarter'd ſlaues, as high
As I could picke my Lance.

Nay theſe are almoſt thoroughly perſwaded:
For though abundantly they lacke diſcretion
Yet are they paſsing Cowardly. But I beſeech you,
What ſayes the other Troope?

They are diſſolu'd: Hang em;
They ſaid they were an hungry, ſigh'd forth Prouerbes
That Hunger-broke ſtone wals: that dogges muſt eate
That meate was made for mouths. That the gods ſent not
Corne for the Richmen onely: With theſe ſhreds
They vented their Complainings, which being anſwer'd
And a petition granted them, a ſtrange one,
To breake the heart of generoſity,
And make bold power looke pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the hornes a'th Moone,
Shooting their Emulation.

What is graunted them?

Fiue Tribunes to defend their vulgar wiſdoms
Of their owne choice. One's Iunius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. Sdeath,
The rabble ſhould haue firſt vnroo'ſt the City
Ere ſo preuayl'd with me; it will in time
Win vpon power, and throw forth greater Theames
For Inſurrections arguing.

This is ſtrange.

Go get you home you Fragments.
Enter a Meſſenger haſtily.

Where's Caius Martius?

Heere: what's the matter?

The newes is ſir, the Volcies are in Armes.

I am glad on't, then we ſhall ha meanes to vent
Our muſtie ſuperfluity. See our beſt Elders.
Enter Sicinius Velutus, Annius Brutus Cominisn, Titus
Lartius, with other Senatours.

1. Sen.
Martius 'tis true, that you haue lately told vs,
The Volces are in Armes.

They haue a Leader,
Tullus Auffidius that will put you too't:
I ſinne in enuying his Nobility:
And were I any thing but what I am,
I would wiſh me onely he.

You haue fought together?

Were halfe to halfe the world by th'eares, & he
vpon my partie, I'de reuolt to make
Onely my warres with him. He is a Lion
That I am proud to hunt.

Then worthy Martius,
Attend vpon Cominius to theſe Warres.

It is your former promiſe.

Sir it is,
And I am conſtant: Titus Lucius, thou
Shalt fee me once more ſtrike at Tullus face.
What art thou ſtiffe? Stand'ſt out?

No Caius Martius,
Ile leane vpon one Crutch, and fight with tother,
Ere ſtay behinde this Buſineſſe.

Oh true-bred.

Your Company to'th'Capitoll, where I know
Our greateſt Friends attend vs.

Lead you on: Follow Cominius, we muſt followe
you, right worthy you Priority.

Noble Martius.

Hence to your homes, be gone.

Nay let them follow,
The Volces haue much Corne: take theſe Rats thither,
To gnaw their Garners. Worſhipfull Mutiners,
Your valour puts well forth: Pray follow. Exeunt .
Citizens ſteale away. Manet Sicin. & Brutus.

Was euer man ſo proud as is this Martius?

He has no equall.

When we were choſen Tribunes for the people.

Mark'd you his lip and eyes.

Nay, but his taunts.

Being mou'd, he will not ſpare to gird the Gods.

Bemocke the modeſt Moone.

The prefent Warres deuoure him, he is growne
Too proud to be ſo valiant.

Such a Nature, tickled with good ſucceſſe, diſ-
daines the ſhadow which he treads on at noone, but I do
wonder, his inſolence can brooke to be commanded vn-
der Cominius?

Fame, at the which he aymes,
In whom already he's well grac'd, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd then by
A place below the firſt: for what miſcarries
Shall be the Generals fault, though he performe
To th'vtmoſt of a man, and giddy cenſure
Will then cry out of Martius: Oh, if he
Had borne the buſineſſe.

Beſides, if things go well,
Opinion that ſo ſtickes on Martius, ſhall
Of his demerits rob Cominius.

Come: halfe all Cominius Honors are to Martius
Though Martius earn'd them not: and all his faults
To Martius ſhall be Honors, though indeed
In ought he merit not.

Let's hence, and heare
How the diſpatch is made, and in what faſhion
More then his ſingularity, he goes
Vpon this preſent Action.

Let's along. Exeunt

[Scene II.]

Enter Tullus Auffidius with Senators of Coriolus.

1. Sen.
So, your opinion is Auffidius,
That they of Rome are entred in our Counſailes,
And know how we proceede,

Is it not yours?
What euer haue bin thought one in this State
That could be brought to bodily act, ere Rome
Had circumuention: 'tis not foure dayes gone
Since I heard thence, theſe are the words, I thinke
I|haue the Letter heere: yes, heere it is;
They haue preſt a Power, but it is not knowne
Whether for Eaſt or Weſt: the Dearth is great,
The people Mutinous: And it is rumour'd,
Cominius, Martius your old Enemy
(Who is of Rome worſe hated then of you)
And Titus Lartius, a moſt valiant Roman,
Theſe three leade on this Preparation
Whether 'tis bent: moſt likely, 'tis for you:
Conſider of it.

1. Sen.
Our Armie's in the Field:
We neuer yet made doubt but Rome was ready
To anſwer vs.

Nor did you thinke it folly,
To keepe your great pretences vayl'd, till when
They needs muſt ſhew themſelues, which in the hatching
It ſeem'd appear'd to Rome. By the diſcouery,
We ſhalbe ſhortned in our ayme, which was
To take in many Townes, ere (almoſt) Rome
Should know we were a-foot.

2. Sen.
Noble Auffidius,
Take your Commiſſion, hye you to your Bands,
Let vs alone to guard Corioles
If they ſet downe before's: for the remoue
Bring vp your Army: but (I thinke) you'l finde
Th'haue not prepar'd for vs.

O doubt not that,
I ſpeake from Certainties. Nay more,
Some parcels of their Power are forth already,
And onely hitherward. I leaue your Honors.
If we, and Caius Martius chance to meete,
'Tis ſworne betweene vs, we ſhall euer ſtrike
Till one can do no more.

The Gods aſsiſt you.

And keepe your Honors ſafe.

1. Sen.

2. Sen.

Farewell. Exeunt omnes.

[Scene III.]

Enter Volumnia and Uirgilia, mother and wife to Martius:

They ſet them downe on two lowe ſtooles and ſowe.

I pray you daughter ſing, or expreſſe your ſelfe
in a more comfortable ſort: If my Sonne were my Huſ-
band, I ſhould freelier reioyce in that abſence wherein
he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed,
where he would ſhey moſt loue. When yet hee was but
tender-bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb; when
youth with comelineſſe pluck'd all gaze his way; when
for a day of Kings entreaties, a Mother ſhould not ſel him
an houre from her beholding; I conſidering how Honour
would become ſuch a perſon, that it was no better then
Picture-like to hang by th'wall, if renowne made it not
ſtirre, was pleas'd to let him ſeeke danger, where he was
like to finde fame: To a cruell Warre I ſent him, from
whence he return'd, his browes bound with Oake. I tell
thee Daughter, I ſprang not more in ioy at firſt hearing
he was a Man-child, then now in firſt ſeeing he had pro-
ued himſelfe a man.

But had he died in the Buſineſſe Madame, how

Then his good report ſhould haue beene my
Sonne, I therein would haue found iſſue. Heare me pro-
feſſe ſincerely, had I a dozen ſons each in my loue alike,
and none leſſe deere then thine, and my good Martius, I
had rather had eleuen dye Nobly for their Countrey, then
one voluptuouſly ſurfet out of Action.
Enter a Gentlewoman.

Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to viſit you.

Beſeech you giue me leaue to retire my ſelfe.

Indeed you ſhall not:
Me thinkes, I heare hither your Husbands Drumme:
See him plucke Auffidius downe by th'haire:
(As children from a Beare) the Volces ſhunning him:
Me thinkes I ſee him ſtampe thus, and call thus,
Come on you Cowards, you were got in feare
Though you were borne in Rome; his bloody brow
With his mail'd hand, then wiping, forth he goes
Like to a Harueſt man, that task'd to mowe
Or all, or looſe his hyre.

His bloody Brow? Oh Iupiter, no blood.

Away you Foole; it more becomes a man<*>
Then gilt his Trophe. The breſts of Hecuba
When ſhe did ſuckle Hector, look'd not louelier
Then Hectors forhead, when it ſpit forth blood
At Grecian ſword. Contenning, tell Valeria
We are fit to bid her welcome. Exit Gent.

Heauens bleſſe my Lord from fell Auffidius.

Hee'l beat Auffidius head below his knee,
And treade vpon his necke.
Enter Valeria with an Vſher, and a Gentlewoman.

My Ladies both good day to you.|

Sweet Madam.

I am glad to ſee your Ladyſhip.

How do you both? You are manifeſt houſe-kee-
pers. What are you ſowing heere? A fine ſpotte in good
faith. How does your little Sonne?

I thanke your Lady-ſhip: Well good Madam.

He had rather ſee the ſwords, and heare a Drum,
then looke vpon his Schoolmaſter.

A my word the Fathers Sonne: Ile ſweare 'tis a
very pretty boy. A my troth, I look'd vpon him a Wenſ-
day halfe an houre together: ha's ſuch a confirm'd coun-
tenance. I ſaw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when
he caught it, he let it go againe, and after it againe, and o-
uer and ouer he comes, and vp againe: catcht it again: or
whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did ſo ſet
his teeth, and teare it. Oh, I warrant how he mammockt

One on's Fathers moods.

Indeed la, tis a Noble childe.

A Cracke Madam.

Come, lay aſide your ſtitchery, I muſt haue you
play the idle Huſwife with me this afternoone.

No (good Madam)
I will not out of doores.

Not out of doores?

She ſhall, ſhe ſhall.

Indeed no, by your patience; Ile not ouer the
threſhold, till my Lord returne from the Warres.

Fye, you confine your ſelfe moſt vnreaſonably:
Come, you muſt go viſit the good Lady that lies in.

I will wiſh her ſpeedy ſtrength, and viſite her
with my prayers: but I cannot go thither.

Why I pray you.

'Tis not to ſaue labour, nor that I want loue.

You would be another Penelope: yet they ſay, all
the yearne ſhe ſpun in Vliſſes abſence, did but fill Athica
full of Mothes. Come, I would your Cambrick were ſen-
ſible as your finger, that you might leaue pricking it for
pitie. Come you ſhall go with vs.

No good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not

In truth la go with me, and Ile tell you excellent
newes of your Husband.

Oh good Madam, there can be none yet.

Verily I do not ieſt with you: there came newes
from him laſt night.

Indeed Madam.

In earneſt it's true; I heard a Senatour ſpeake it.
Thus it is: the Volcies haue an Army forth, againſt whõ
Cominius the Generall is gone, with one part of our Ro-
mane power. Your Lord, and Titus Lartius, are ſet down
before their Citie Carioles, they nothing doubt preuai-
ling, and to make it breefe Warres. This is true on mine
Honor, and ſo I pray go with vs.

Giue me excuſe good Madame, I will obey you
in euery thing heereafter.

Let her alone Ladie, as ſhe is now:
She will but diſeaſe our better mirth.

In troth I thinke ſhe would:
Fare you well then. Come good ſweet Ladie.
Prythee Virgilia turne thy ſolemneſſe out a doore,
And go along with vs.

At a word Madam; Indeed I muſt not,
I wiſh you much mirth.

Well, then farewell. Exeunt Ladies

[Scene IV.]

Enter Martius, Titus Lartius, with Drumme and Co-

lours, with Captaines and Souldiers, as

before the City Corialus: to them

a Meſſenger.

Yonder comes Newes:
A Wager they haue met.

My horſe to yours, no.

Tis done.


Say, ha's our Generall met the Enemy?

They lye in view, but haue not ſpoke as yet.

So, the good Horſe is mine.

Ile buy him of you.

No, Ile nor ſel, nor giue him: Lend you him I will
For halfe a hundred yeares: Summon the Towne.

How farre off lie theſe Armies?

Within this mile and halfe.

Then ſhall we heare their Larum, & they Ours.
Now Mars, I prythee make vs quicke in worke,
That we with ſmoaking ſwords may march from hence
To helpe our fielded Friends. Come, blow thy blaſt.
They Sound a Parley: Enter two Senators with others on
the Walles of Corialus.
Tullus Auffidious, is he within your Walles?

1. Senat.
No, nor a man that feares you leſſe then he,
That's leſſer then a little: Drum a farre off.
Hearke, our Drummes
Are bringing forth our youth: Wee'l breake our Walles
Rather then they ſhall pound vs vp our Gates,
Which yet ſeeme ſhut, we haue but pin'd with Ruſhes,
They'le open of themſelues. Harke you, farre off
Alarum farre off.
There is Auffidious. Liſt what worke he makes
Among'ſt your clouen Army.

Oh they are at it.

Their noiſe be our inſtruction. Ladders hoa.
Enter the Army of the Volces.

They feare vs not, but iſſue forth their Citie.
Now put your Shields before your hearts, and fight
With hearts more proofe then Shields.
Aduance braue Titus,
They do diſdaine vs much beyond our Thoughts,
which makes me ſweat with wrath. Come on my fellows
He that retires, Ile take him for a Volce,
And he ſhall feele mine edge.
Alarum, the Romans are beat back to their Trenches
Enter Martius Curſing.

All the contagion of the South, light on you,
You Shames of Rome: you Heard of Byles and Plagues
Plaiſter you o're, that you may be abhorr'd
Farther then ſeene, and one infect another
Againſt the Winde a mile: you ſoules of Geeſe,
That beare the ſhapes of men, how haue you run
From Slaues, that Apes would beate; Pluto and Hell,
All hurt behinde, backes red, and faces pale
With flight and agued feare, mend and charge home,
Or by the fires of heauen, Ile leaue the Foe,
And make my Warres on you: Looke too't: Come on,
If you'l ſtand faſt, wee'l beate them to their Wiues,
As they vs to our Trenches followes.
Another Alarum, and Martius followes them to
gates, and is ſhut in.
So, now the gates are ope: now proue good Seconds,
'Tis for the followers Fortune, widens them,
Not for the flyers: Marke me, and do the like.
Enter the Gati.

1. Sol.
Foole-hardineſſe, not I.

2. Sol.
Nor I.

1. Sol.
See they haue ſhut him in. Alarum continues

To th'pot I warrant him. Enter Titus Lartius

What is become of Martius?

Slaine (Sir) doubtleſſe.

Following the Flyers at the very heeles,
With them he enters: who vpon the ſodaine
Clapt to their Gates, he is himſelfe alone,
To anſwer all the City.

Oh Noble Fellow!
Who ſenſibly out-dares his ſenceleſſe Sword,
And when it bowes, ſtand'ſt vp: Thou art left Martius,
A Carbuncle intire: as big as thou art
Weare not ſo rich a Iewell. Thou was't a Souldier
Euen to Calues wiſh, not fierce and terrible
Onely in ſtrokes, but with thy grim lookes, and
The Thunder-like percuſſion of thy ſounds
Thou mad'ſt thine enemies ſhake, as if the World
Were Feauorous, and did tremble.
Enter Martius bleeding, aſſaulted by the Enemy.

1. Sol.
Looke Sir.

O 'tis Martius.
Let's fetch him off, or make remaine alike.
They fight, and all enter the City.

[Scene V.]

Enter certaine Romanes with ſpoiles.

1. Rom.
This will I carry to Rome.

2. Rom.
And I this.

3. Rom.
A Murrain on't, I tooke this for Siluer. exeunt.
Alarum continues ſtill a-farre off.
Enter Martius, and Titus with a Trumpet.

See heere theſe mouers, that do prize their hours
At a crack'd Drachme: Cuſhions, Leaden Spoones,
Irons of a Doit, Dublets that Hangmen would
Bury with thoſe that wore them. Theſe baſe ſlaues,
Ere yet the fight be done, packe vp, downe with them.
And harke, what noyſe the Generall makes: To him
There is the man of my ſoules hate, Auffidious,
Piercing our Romanes: Then Valiant Titus take
Conuenient Numbers to make good the City,
Whil'ſt I with thoſe that haue the ſpirit, wil haſte
To helpe Cominius.

Worthy Sir, thou bleed'ſt,
Thy exerciſe hath bin too violent,
For a ſecond courſe of Fight.

Sir, praiſe me not:
My worke hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well:
The blood I drop, is rather Phyſicall
Then dangerous to me: To Auffidious thus, I will appear and fight

Now the faire Goddeſſe Fortune,
Fall deepe in loue with thee, and her great charmes
Miſguide thy Oppoſers ſwords, Bold Gentleman:
Proſperity be thy Page.

Thy Friend no leſſe,
Then thoſe ſhe placeth higheſt: So farewell.

Thou worthieſt Martius,
Go ſound thy Trumpet in the Market place,
Call thither all the Officers a'th'Towne,
Where they ſhall know our minde. Away. Exeunt

[Scene VI.]

Enter Cominius as it were in retire, with ſoldiers.

Breath you my friends, wel fought, we are come off,
Like Romans, neither fooliſh in our ſtands,
Nor Cowardly in retyre: Beleeue me Sirs,
We ſhall be charg'd againe. Whiles we haue ſtrooke
By Interims and conueying guſts, we haue heard
The Charges of our Friends. The Roman Gods,
Leade their ſucceſſes, as we wiſh our owne,
That both our powers, with ſmiling Fronts encountring,
May giue you thankfull Sacrifice. Thy Newes?
Enter a Meſſenger.

The Cittizens of Corioles haue yſſued,
And giuen to Lartius and to Martius Battaile:
I ſaw our party to their Trenches driuen,
And then I came away.

Though thou ſpeakeſt truth,
Me thinkes thou ſpeak'ſt not well. How long is't ſince?

Aboue an houre, my Lord.

'Tis not a mile: briefely we heard their drummes.
How could'ſt thou in a mile confound an houre,
And bring thy Newes ſo late?

Spies of the Volces
Held me in chace, that I was forc'd to wheele
Three or foure miles about, elſe had I ſir
Halfe an houre ſince brought my report.
Enter Martius.

Whoſe yonder,
That doe's appeare as he were Flead? O Gods,
He has the ſtampe of Martius, and I haue
Before time ſeene him thus.

Come I too late?

The Shepherd knowes not Thunder frõ a Taber,
More then I know the ſound of Martius Tongue
From euery meaner man.

Come I too late?

I, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your owne.

Oh| let me clip ye
In Armes as ſound, as when I woo'd in heart;
As merry, as when our Nuptiall day was done,
And Tapers burnt to Bedward.

Flower of Warriors, how is't with Titus Lartius?

As with a man buſied about Decrees:
Condemning ſome to death, and ſome to exile,
Ranſoming him, or pittying, threatning th'other;
Holding Corioles in the name of Rome,
Euen like a fawning Grey-hound in the Leaſh,
To let him ſlip at will.

Where is that Slaue
Which told me they had beate you to your Trenches?
Where is he? Call him hither.

Let him alone,
He did informe the truth: but for our Gentlemen,
The common file, (a plague-Tribunes for them)
The Mouſe ne're ſhunn'd the Cat, as they did budge
From Raſcals worſe then they.

But how preuail'd you?

Will the time ſerue to tell, I do not thinke:
Where is the enemy? Are you Lords a'th Field?
If not, why ceaſe you till you are ſo?

Martius, we haue at diſaduantage fought,
And did retyre to win our purpoſe.

How lies their Battell? Know you on wc ſide
They haue plac'd their men of truſt?

As I gueſſe Martius,
Their Bands i'th Vaward are the Antients
Of their beſt truſt: O're them Auffidious,
Their very heart of Hope.

I do beſeech you,
By all the Battailes wherein we haue fought,
By th'Blood we haue ſhed together,
By th'Vowes we haue made
To endure Friends, that you directly fet me
Againſt Affidious, and his Antiats, but
And that you not delay the preſent
Filling the aire with Swords aduanc'd) and Darts,
We proue this very houre.

Though I could wiſh,
You were conducted to a gentle Bath,
And Balmes applyed to you, yet dare I neuer
Deny your asking, take your choice of thoſe
That beſt can ayde your action.

Thoſe are they
That moſt are willing; if any ſuch be heere,
(As it were ſinne to doubt) that loue this painting
Wherein you ſee me ſmear'd, if any feare
Leſſen his perſon, then an ill report:
If any thinke, braue death out-weighes bad life,
And that his Countries deerer then himſelfe,
Let him alone: Or ſo many ſo minded,
Waue thus to expreſſe his diſpoſition,
And follow Martius.
They all ſhout and waue their ſwords, take him vp in their
Armes, and caſt vp their Caps.
Oh me alone, make you a ſword of me:
If theſe ſhewes be not outward, which of you
But is foure Volces? None of you, but is
Able to beare againſt the great Auffidious
A Shield, as hard as his. A certaine number
(Though thankes to all) muſt I ſelect from all:
The reſt ſhall beare the buſineſſe in ſome other fight
(As cau<*>e will be obey'd:) pleaſe you to March,
And foure ſhall quickly draw out my Command,
Which men are beſt inclin'd.

March on my Fellowes:
Make good this oſtentation, and you ſhall
Diuide in all, with vs. Exeunt

[Scene VII.]

Titus Lartius, hauing ſet a guard vpon Carioles, going with

Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, and Caius Mar-

tius, Enters with a Lieutenant, other Souldiours, and a


So, let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties
As I haue ſet them downe. If I do ſend, diſpatch
Thoſe Centuries to our ayd, the reſt will ſerue
For a ſhort holding, if we looſe the Field,
We cannot keepe the Towne.

Feare not our care Sir.

Hence; and ſhut your gates vpon's:
Our Guider come, to th'Roman Campe conduct vs. Exit
Alarum, as in Battaile.

[Scene VIII.]

Enter Martius and Auffidius at ſeueral doores.

Ile fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
Worſe then a Promiſe-breaker.

We hate alike:
Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre
More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot.

Let the firſt Budger dye the others Slaue,
And the Gods doome him after.

If I flye Martius, hollow me like a Hare.

Within theſe three houres Tullus
Alone I fought in your Corioles walles,
And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood,
Wherein thou ſeeſt me maskt, for thy Reuenge
Wrench vp thy power to th'higheſt.

Wer't thou the Hector,
That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,
Thou ſhould'ſt not ſcape me heere.
Heere they fight, and certaine Volces come in the ayde
of Auffi. Martius fights til they be driuen in breathles.
Officious and not valiant, you haue ſham'd me
In your condemned Seconds.

[Scene IX.]

Flouriſh. Alarum. A Retreat is ſounded. Enter at

one Doore Cominius, with the Romanes: At

another Doore Martius, with his

Arme in a Scarfe.

If I ſhould tell thee o're this thy dayes Worke,
Thou't not beleeue thy deeds: but Ile report it,
Where Senators ſhall mingle teares with ſmiles,
Where great Patricians ſhall attend, and ſhrug,
I'th'end admire: where Ladies ſhall be frighted,
And gladly quak'd, heare more: where the dull Tribunes,
That with the fuſtie Plebeans, hate thine Honors,
Shall ſay againſt their hearts, We thanke the Gods
Our Rome hath ſuch a Souldier.
Yet cam'ſt thou to a Morſell of this Feaſt,
Hauing fully din'd before.
Enter Titus with his Power, from the Purſuit.

Titus Lartius.
Oh General:
Here is the Steed, wee the Capariſon:
Hadſt thou beheld—

Pray now, no more:
My Mother, who ha's a Charter to extoll her Bloud,
When ſhe do's prayſe me, grieues me:
I haue done as you haue done, that's what I can,
Induc'd as you haue beene, that's for my Countrey:
He that ha's but effected his good will,
Hath ouerta'ne mine Act.

You ſhall not be the Graue of your deſeruing,
Rome muſt know the value of her owne:
'Twere a Concealement worſe then a Theft,
No leſſe then a Traducement,
To hide your doings, and to ſilence that,
Which to the ſpire, and top of prayſes vouch'd,
Would ſeeme but modeſt: therefore I beſeech you,
In ſigne of what you are, not to reward
What you haue done, before our Armie heare me.

I haue ſome Wounds vpon me, and they ſmart
To heare themſelues remembred.

Should they not:
Well might they feſter 'gainſt Ingratitude,
And tent themſelues with death: of all the Horſes,
Whereof we haue ta'ne good, and good ſtore of all,
The Treaſure in this field atchieued, and Citie,
We render you the Tenth, to be ta'ne forth,
Before the common diſtribution,
At your onely choyſe.

I thanke you Generall:
But cannot make my heart conſent to take
A Bribe, to pay my Sword: I doe refuſe it,
And ſtand vpon my common part with thoſe,
That haue beheld the doing.
A long flouriſh. They all cry, Martius, Martius,
caſt up their Caps and Launces: Cominius
and Lartius ſt and bare.

May theſe ſame Inſtruments, which you prophane,
Neuer ſound more: when Drums and Trumpets ſhall
I'th'field proue flatterers, let Courts and Cities be
Made all of falſe-fac'd ſoothing:
When Steele growes ſoft, as the Paraſites Silke,
Let him be made an Ouerture for th'Warres:
No more I ſay, for that I haue not waſh'd
My Noſe that bled, or foyl'd ſome debile Wretch,
Which without note, here's many elſe haue done,
You ſhoot me forth in acclamations hyperbolicall,
As if I lou'd my little ſhould be dieted
In prayſes, ſawc'ſt with Lyes.

Too modeſt are you:
More cruell to your good report, then gratefull
To vs, that giue you truly: by your patience,
If'gainſt your ſelfe you be incens'd, wee'le put you
(Like one that meanes his proper harme) in Manacles,
Then reaſon ſafely with you: Therefore be it knowne,
As to vs, to all the World, That Caius Martius
Weares this Warres Garland: in token of the which,
My Noble Steed, knowne to the Campe, I giue him,
With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
For what he did before Corioles, call him,
With all th'applauſe and Clamor of the Hoaſt,
Marcus Caius Coriolanus. Beare th'addition Nobly euer?
Flouriſh. Trumpets ſound, and Drums.

Marcus Caius Coriolanus.

I will goe waſh:
And when my Face is faire, you ſhall perceiue
Whether I bluſh, or no: howbeit, I thanke you,
I meane to ſtride your Steed, and at all times
To vnder-creſt your good Addition,
To th'faireneſſe of my power.

So, to our Tent:
Where ere we doe repoſe vs, we will write
To Rome of our ſucceſſe: you Titus Lartius
Muſt to Corioles backe, ſend vs to Rome
The beſt, with whom we may articulate,
For their owne good, and ours.

I ſhall, my Lord.

The Gods begin to mocke me:
I that now refus'd moſt Princely gifts,
Am bound to begge of my Lord Generall.

Tak't,'tis yours: what is't?

I ſometime lay here in Corioles,
At a poore mans houſe: he vs'd me kindly,
He cry'd to me: I ſaw him Priſoner:
But then Auffidius was within my view,
And Wrath o're-whelm'd my pittie: I requeſt you
To giue my poore Hoſt freedome.

Oh well begg'd:
Were he the Butcher of my Sonne, he ſhould
Be free, as is the Winde: deliuer him, Titus.

Martius, his Name.

By Iupiter forgot:
I am wearie, yea, my memorie is tyr'd:
Haue we no Wine here?

Goe we to our Tent:
The bloud vpon your Viſage dryes, 'tis time
It ſhould be lookt too: come. Exeunt.

[Scene X.]

A flouriſh. Cornets. Enter Tullus Auffidius

bloudie, with two or three Souldiors.

The Towne is ta'ne.

'Twill be deliuer'd backe on good Condition.

I would I were a Roman, for I cannot,
Being a Volce, be that I am. Condition?
What good Condition can a Treatie finde
I'th'part that is at mercy? fiue times, Martius,
I haue fought with thee; ſo often haſt thou beat me:
And would'ſt doe ſo, I thinke, ſhould we encounter
As often as we eate. By th'Elements,
If ere againe I meet him beard to beard,
He's mine, or I am his: Mine Emulation
Hath not that Honor in't it had: For where
I thought to cruſh him in an equall Force,
True Sword to Sword: Ile potche at him ſome way,
Or Wrath, or Craft may get him.

He's the diuell.

Bolder, though not ſo ſubtle: my valors poiſon'd,
With onely ſuff'ring ſtaine by him: for him
Shall flye out of it ſelfe, nor ſleepe, nor ſanctuary,
Being naked, ſicke; nor Phane, nor Capitoll,
The Prayers of Prieſts, nor times of Sacrifice:
Embarquements all of Fury, ſhall lift vp
Their rotten Priuiledge, and Cuſtome 'gainſt
My hate to Martius. Where I finde him, were it
At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there
Againſt the hoſpitable Canon, would I
Waſh my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th'Citie,
Learne how 'tis held, and what they are that muſt
Be Hoſtages for Rome.

Will not you go?

I am attended at the Cyprus groue. I pray you
('Tis South the City Mils) bring me word thither
How the world goes: that to the pace of it
I may ſpurre on my iourney.

I ſhall ſir.

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