Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
¶As often as we eate. By th' Elements,
¶If ere againe I meet him beard to beard,
870He'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.
875Sol. He's the diuell.
¶Being naked, sicke; nor Phane, nor Capitoll,
880The Prayers of Priests, nor times of Sacrifice:
¶Embarquements all of Fury, shall lift vp
¶My hate to Martius. Where I finde him, were it
¶At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there
¶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.
¶Soul. Will not you go?
890Auf. 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.
895
Actus Secundus.
¶
Enter Menenius with the two Tribunes of the
¶people, Sicinius & Brutus.
¶night.
900Bru. Good or bad?
¶Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for
¶they loue not Martius.
¶Men. Pray you, who does the Wolfe loue?
905Sicin. The Lambe.
¶Men. I, to deuour him, as the hungry Plebeians would
¶the Noble Martius.
¶Bru. He's a Lambe indeed, that baes like a Beare.
¶Men. Hee's a Beare indeede, that liues like a Lambe.
¶you.
¶Men. In what enormity is Martius poore in, that you
¶two haue not in abundance?
¶you are censured heere in the City, I mean of vs a'th' right
920hand File, do you?
¶be angry.
925Men. Why 'tis no great matter: for a very little theefe
¶of Occasion, will rob you of a great deale of Patience:
¶being so: you blame Martius for being proud.
¶Men. I know you can doe very little alone, for your
¶helpes are many, or else your actions would growe won-
¶drous single: your abilities are to Infant-like, for dooing
¶much alone. You talke of Pride: Oh, that you could turn
935your eyes toward the Napes of your neckes, and make
¶could.
¶as any in Rome.
¶Sicin. Menenius, you are knowne well enough too.
¶Men. I am knowne to be a humorous Patritian, and
¶one that loues a cup of hot Wine, with not a drop of alay-
945ing Tiber in't: Said, to be something imperfect in fauou-
¶triuiall motion: One, that conuerses more with the But-
¶tocke of the night, then with the forhead of the morning.
¶What I think, I vtter, and spend my malice in my breath.
950Meeting two such Weales men as you are (I cannot call
¶Worshippes haue deliuer'd the matter well, when I finde
¶that say you are reuerend graue men, yet they lye deadly,
¶that tell you haue good faces, if you see this in the Map
¶of my Microcosme, followes it that I am knowne well e-
960ties gleane out of this Charracter, if I be knowne well e-
¶nough too.
¶thing: you are ambitious, for poore knaues cappes and
965legges: you weare out a good wholesome Forenoone, in
¶hearing a cause betweene an Orendge wife, and a Forfet-
¶to a second day of Audience. When you are hearing a
¶matter betweene party and party, if you chaunce to bee
970pinch'd with the Collicke, you make faces like Mum-
¶bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the
¶peace you make in their Cause, is calling both the parties
975Knaues. You are a payre of strange ones.
¶the Capitoll.
¶men. Godden to your Worships, more of your conuer-
990the Beastly Plebeans. I will be bold to take my leaue of
¶you.
¶
Bru. and Scic. Aside.
Enter
