Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
¶I saw our party to their Trenches driuen,
¶And then I came away.
620Mes. Aboue an houre, my Lord.
¶Com. '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?
¶Mes. Spies of the Volces
625Held me in chace, that I was forc'd to wheele
¶Halfe an houre since brought my report.
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Enter Martius.
630That doe's appeare as he were Flead? O Gods,
¶He has the stampe of Martius, and I haue
¶Before time seene him thus.
¶Mar. Come I too late?
¶Com. The Shepherd knowes not Thunder frō a Taber,
635More then I know the sound of Martius Tongue
¶From euery meaner man.
¶Martius. Come I too late?
¶Com. I, if you come not in the blood of others,
¶But mantled in your owne.
640Mart. 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.
¶Com. Flower of Warriors, how is't with Titus Lartius?
¶Ransoming him, or pittying, threatning th' other;
¶Holding Corioles in the name of Rome,
¶Euen like a fawning Grey-hound in the Leash,
650To let him slip at will.
¶Com. Where is that Slaue
¶Which told me they had beate you to your Trenches?
¶Where is he? Call him hither.
¶Mar. Let him alone,
655He did informe the truth: but for our Gentlemen,
¶The common file, (a plague-Tribunes for them)
¶Com. But how preuail'd you?
¶Where is the enemy? Are you Lords a'th Field?
¶And did retyre to win our purpose.
¶They haue plac'd their men of trust?
¶Their Bands i'th Vaward are the Antients
670Their very heart of Hope.
¶By all the Battailes wherein we haue fought,
¶By th' Blood we haue shed together,
¶By th' Vowes we haue made
675To endure Friends, that you directly set me
¶Against Affidious, and his Antiats,
¶And that you not delay the present (but
¶Filling the aire with Swords aduanc'd) and Darts,
¶We proue this very houre.
¶You were conducted to a gentle Bath,
¶And Balmes applyed to you, yet dare I neuer
¶That best can ayde your action.
¶(As it were sinne to doubt) that loue this painting
690If any thinke, braue death out-weighes bad life,
¶And that his Countries deerer then himselfe,
¶And follow Martius.
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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:
¶But is foure Volces? None of you, but is
700Able to beare against the great Auffidious
¶A Shield, as hard as his. A certaine number
705And foure shall quickly draw out my Command,
¶Which men are best inclin'd.
¶Com. March on my Fellowes:
¶Diuide in all, with vs.
Exeunt
710
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
¶ Scout.
¶Lar. So, let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties
¶We cannot keepe the Towne.
¶Lieu. Feare not our care Sir.
¶Our Guider come, to th' Roman Campe conduct vs.
Exit
¶
Alarum, as in Battaile.
¶
Enter Martius and Auffidius at seueral doores.
¶Mar. Ile fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee
¶Auffid. We hate alike:
¶Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre
¶More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot.
730And the Gods doome him after.
¶Auf. If I flye Martius, hollow me like a Hare.
¶Alone I fought in your Corioles walles,
¶And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood,
¶Wrench vp thy power to th' highest.
¶Auf. Wer't thou the Hector,
¶That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,
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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.
Flourish.
