Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
2685tion: Heere's no place for you, pray you auoid: Come.
¶Corio. Follow your Function, go, and batten on colde
¶bits.
Pushes him away from him.
¶Corio. Vnder the Canopy.
¶3 Vnder the Canopy?
¶Corio. I.
26953 Where's that?
¶Corio. I'th City of Kites and Crowes.
¶then thou dwel'st with Dawes too?
¶cher: Hence.
Beats him away
¶
Enter Auffidius with the Seruingman.
2705Auf. Where is this Fellow?
¶disturbing the Lords within.
¶mands me name my selfe.
¶Auf. What is thy name?
¶Auf. Say, what's thy name?
¶Thou hast a Grim apparance, and thy Face
¶Beares a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torne,
¶Auf. I know thee not? Thy Name?
¶Corio. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done
¶To thee particularly, and to all the Volces
2725My Surname Coriolanus. The painfull Seruice,
¶The extreme Dangers, and the droppes of Blood
¶But with that Surname, a good memorie
¶The Cruelty and Enuy of the people,
¶Permitted by our dastard Nobles, who
¶And suffer'd me by th' voyce of Slaues to be
2735Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,
¶Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope
¶I had fear'd death, of all the Men i'th' World
¶I would haue voided thee. But in meere spight
¶Stand I before thee heere: Then if thou hast
¶A heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuenge
¶That my reuengefull Seruices may proue
¶As Benefits to thee. For I will fight
¶Against my Cankred Countrey, with the Spleene
¶Of all the vnder Fiends. But if so be,
2750Thou dar'st not this, and that to proue more Fortunes
¶Th'art tyr'd, then in a word, I also am
¶My throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice:
¶Which not to cut, would shew thee but a Foole,
2755Since I haue euer followed thee with hate,
¶Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries brest,
¶It be to do thee seruice.
¶Auf. Oh Martius, Martius;
¶A roote of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter
¶Should from yond clowd speake diuine things,
¶And say 'tis true; I'de not beleeue them more
¶Then thee all-Noble Martius. Let me twine
2765Mine armes about that body, where against
¶My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke,
¶The Anuile of my Sword, and do contest
¶As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue,
2770As euer in Ambitious strength, I did
¶I lou'd the Maid I married: neuer man
¶Sigh'd truer breath. But that I see thee heere
¶Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,
¶We haue a Power on foote: and I had purpose
¶Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,
¶Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me:
¶We haue beene downe together in my sleepe,
¶Vnbuckling Helmes, fisting each others Throat,
¶And wak'd halfe dead with nothing. Worthy Martius,
2785Had we no other quarrell else to Rome, but that
¶From twelue, to seuentie: and powring Warre
¶Into the bowels of vngratefull Rome,
¶Like a bold Flood o're-beate. Oh come, go in,
2790And take our Friendly Senators by'th' hands
¶Who now are heere, taking their leaues of mee,
¶Who am prepar'd against your Territories,
¶Though not for Rome it selfe.
¶The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take
2800Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome,
¶Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
¶To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,
2805And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,
¶Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome.
¶
Exeunt
¶
Enter two of the Seruingmen.
¶a Cudgell, and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made
¶a false report of him.
¶1 What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his
¶finger and his thumbe, as one would set vp a Top.
¶in him. He had sir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot
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