Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as it were,
¶in the Capitoll.
¶Coriolanus will carry it.
¶1. Off. That's a braue fellow: but hee's vengeance
1210prowd, and loues not the common people.
¶2. Off. 'Faith, there hath beene many great men that
¶haue flatter'd the people, who ne're loued them; and there
¶be many that they haue loued, they know not wherefore:
¶so that if they loue they know not why, they hate vpon
1215no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neyther to
¶care whether they loue, or hate him, manifests the true
¶1. Off. If he did not care whether he had their loue, or
1220no, hee waued indifferently, 'twixt doing them neyther
¶good, nor harme: but hee seekes their hate with greater
¶deuotion, then they can render it him; and leaues nothing
1225ple, is as bad, as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for
¶their loue.
¶hauing beene supple and courteous to the People, Bon-
1230netted, without any further deed, to haue them at all into
¶Honors in their Eyes, and his actions in their Hearts, that
¶were a kinde of ingratefull Iniurie: to report otherwise,
1235were a Mallice, that giuing it selfe the Lye, would plucke
¶reproofe and rebuke from euery Eare that heard it.
¶1. Off. No more of him, hee's a worthy man: make
¶way, they are comming.
¶
A Sennet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of
¶Menen. Hauing determin'd of the Volces,
1245And to send for Titus Lartius: it remaines,
¶As the maine Point of this our after-meeting,
¶To gratifie his Noble seruice, that hath
¶A little of that worthy Worke, perform'd
¶By Martius Caius Coriolanus: whom
¶We met here, both to thanke, and to remember,
1255With Honors like himselfe.
¶1. Sen. Speake, good Cominius:
¶Leaue nothing out for length, and make vs thinke
¶Rather our states defectiue for requitall,
¶Your louing motion toward the common Body,
¶haue hearts inclinable to honor and aduance the Theame
¶he remember a kinder value of the People, then he hath
¶hereto priz'd them at.
¶Menen. That's off, that's off: I would you rather had
¶more pertinent then the rebuke you giue it.
¶Menen. He loues your People, but tye him not to be
¶their Bed-fellow: Worthie Cominius speake.
1275
Coriolanus rises, and offers to goe away.
¶Nay, keepe your place.
¶What you haue Nobly done.
¶Coriol. Your Honors pardon:
1280I had rather haue my Wounds to heale againe,
¶Then heare say how I got them.
¶Brutus. Sir, I hope my words dis-bench'd you not?
¶Coriol. No Sir: yet oft,
¶When blowes haue made me stay, I fled from words.
1285You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your People,
¶I loue them as they weigh---
1290To heare my Nothings monster'd.
Exit Coriolanus
¶Your multiplying Spawne, how can he flatter?
¶He had rather venture all his Limbes for Honor,
1295Then on ones Eares to heare it. Proceed Cominius.
¶Should not be vtter'd feebly: it is held,
¶That Valour is the chiefest Vertue,
¶And most dignifies the hauer: if it be,
1300The man I speake of, cannot in the World
¶When Tarquin made a Head for Rome, he fought
¶Beyond the marke of others: our then Dictator,
1305When with his Amazonian Shinne he droue
¶The brizled Lippes before him: he bestrid
¶And strucke him on his Knee: in that dayes feates,
1310When he might act the Woman in the Scene,
¶He prou'd best man i'th' field, and for his meed
¶Was Brow-bound with the Oake. His Pupill age
¶Man-entred thus, he waxed like a Sea,
1315He lurcht all Swords of the Garland: for this last,
¶Before, and in Corioles, let me say
¶And by his rare example made the Coward
¶Turne terror into sport: as Weeds before
¶And fell below his Stem: his Sword, Deaths stampe,
¶Where it did marke, it tooke from face to foot:
¶He was a thing of Blood, whose euery motion
¶Was tim'd with dying Cryes: alone he entred
1325The mortall Gate of th' Citie, which he painted
¶Carioles like a Planet: now all's his,
¶When by and by the dinne of Warre gan pierce
¶Requickned what in flesh was fatigate,
¶And to the Battaile came he, where he did
¶Runne reeking o're the liues of men, as if 'twere
¶A perpetuall spoyle: and till we call'd
1335Both Field and Citie ours, he neuer stood
¶Menen. Worthy man.
¶which we deuise him.
¶And look'd vpon things precious, as they were
¶With doing them, and is content
1345To spend the time, to end it.
¶Menen. Hee's right Noble, let him be call'd for.
¶Senat. Call Coriolanus.
¶Off. He doth appeare.
¶
Enter Coriolanus.
1350Menen. The Senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd to make
¶thee Consull.
¶People.
¶Let me o're-leape that custome: for I cannot
¶Put on the Gowne, stand naked, and entreat them
¶Neyther will they bate one iot of Ceremonie.
¶Menen. Put them not too't:
¶Pray you goe fit you to the Custome,
1365Your Honor with your forme.
¶And might well be taken from the People.
¶Brutus. Marke you that.
¶Corio. To brag vnto them, thus I did, and thus
1370Shew them th' vnaking Skarres, which I should hide,
¶As if I had receiu'd them for the hyre
¶Of their breath onely.
¶We recommend to you Tribunes of the People
¶Wish we all Ioy, and Honor.
¶Senat. To Coriolanus come all ioy and Honor.
¶
Flourish Cornets.
¶Then Exeunt. Manet Sicinius and Brutus.
¶Scicin. May they perceiue's intent: he wil require them
¶As if he did contemne what he requested,
¶Should be in them to giue.
¶Bru. Come, wee'l informe them
1385Of our proceedings heere on th' Market place,
¶I know they do attend vs.
