Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Tullus Auffidius, with Attendants.
3650Auf. Go tell the Lords a'th' City, I am heere:
¶Deliuer them this Paper: hauing read it,
¶Bid them repayre to th' Market place, where I
¶Euen in theirs, and in the Commons eares
¶Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse:
3655The City Ports by this hath enter'd, and
¶Intends t'appeare before the People, hoping
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Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction.
¶Most Welcome.
36601. Con. How is it with our Generall?
¶Wherein you wisht vs parties: Wee'l deliuer you
3665Of your great danger.
¶Auf. Sir, I cannot tell,
¶We must proceed as we do finde the People.
¶'Twixt you there's difference: but the fall of either
3670Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all.
¶Auf. I know it:
¶And my pretext to strike at him, admits
¶A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
¶Mine Honor for his truth: who being so heighten'd,
3675He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery,
¶Seducing so my Friends: and to this end,
¶He bow'd his Nature, neuer knowne before,
¶But to be rough, vnswayable, and free.
¶By lacke of stooping.
¶Being banish'd for't, he came vnto my Harth,
¶Presented to my knife his Throat: I tooke him,
3685Made him ioynt-seruant with me: Gaue him way
¶Out of my Files, his proiects, to accomplish
¶In mine owne person: holpe to reape the Fame
3690Which he did end all his; and tooke some pride
¶I seem'd his Follower, not Partner; and
¶He wadg'd me with his Countenance, as if
¶I had bin Mercenary.
36951. Con. So he did my Lord:
¶The Army marueyl'd at it, and in the last,
¶When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd
¶Auf. There was it:
¶At a few drops of Womens rhewme, which are
¶As cheape as Lies; he sold the Blood and Labour
¶Of our great Action; therefore shall he dye,
¶And Ile renew me in his fall. But hearke.
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Drummes and Trumpets sounds, with great
¶showts of the people.
¶And had no welcomes home, but he returnes
¶Splitting the Ayre with noyse.
37102. Con. And patient Fooles,
¶With giuing him glory.
¶3. Con. Therefore at your vantage,
3715With what he would say, let him feele your Sword:
¶Which we will second, when he lies along
¶After your way. His Tale pronounc'd, shall bury
¶His Reasons, with his Body.
¶Auf. Say no more. Heere come the Lords,
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Enter the Lords of the City.
¶But worthy Lords, haue you with heede perused
¶What I haue written to you?
3725All. We haue.
¶1. Lord. And greeue to heare't:
¶What faults he made before the last, I thinke
¶Might haue found easie Fines: But there to end
¶Where he was to begin, and giue away
3730The benefit of our Leuies, answering vs
¶With our owne charge: making a Treatie, where
¶There was a yeelding; this admits no excuse.
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Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme, and Colours. The
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Commoners being with him.
¶Corio. Haile Lords, I am return'd your Souldier:
¶No more infected with my Countries loue
¶Vnder your great Command. You are to know,
¶The gates of Rome: Our spoiles we haue brought home
¶Doth more then counterpoize a full third part
¶The charges of the Action. We haue made peace
¶Then shame to th' Romaines. And we heere deliuer
¶Together with the Seale a'th Senat, what
¶We haue compounded on.
3750Auf. Read it not Noble Lords,
¶But tell the Traitor in the highest degree
¶He hath abus'd your Powers.
¶Corio. Traitor? How now?
¶Auf. I Traitor, Martius.
3755Corio. Martius?
¶Ile grace thee with that Robbery, thy stolne name
¶Coriolanus in Corioles?
¶You Lords and Heads a'th' State, perfidiously
¶For certaine drops of Salt, your City Rome:
¶I say your City to his Wife and Mother,
¶Breaking his Oath and Resolution, like
¶A twist of rotten Silke, neuer admitting
¶He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory,
¶That Pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
¶Look'd wond'ring each at others.
3770Auf. Name not the God, thou boy of Teares.
¶Corio. Ha?
¶Aufid. No more.
¶Too great for what containes it. Boy? Oh Slaue,
3775Pardon me Lords, 'tis the first time that euer
¶I was forc'd to scoul'd. Your iudgments my graue Lords
¶Must giue this Curre the Lye: and his owne Notion,
3780To thrust the Lye vnto him.
¶Corio. Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads,
¶Staine all your edges on me. Boy, false Hound:
¶If you haue writ your Annales true, 'tis there,
3785That like an Eagle in a Doue-coat, I
¶Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles.
¶Alone I did it, Boy.
¶Auf. Why Noble Lords,
¶Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune,
3790Which was your shame, by this vnholy Braggart?
¶'Fore your owne eyes, and eares?
¶All Consp. Let him dye for't.
¶He kill'd my Sonne, my daughter, he kill'd my Cosine
3795Marcus, he kill'd my Father.
¶2 Lord. Peace hoe: no outrage, peace:
¶The man is Noble, and his Fame folds in
¶This Orbe o'th' earth: His last offences to vs
¶Shall haue Iudicious hearing. Stand Auffidius,
3800And trouble not the peace.
¶His Tribe, to vse my lawfull Sword.
¶All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.
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Draw both the Conspirators, and kils Martius, who
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falles, Auffidius stands on him.
¶Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.
¶1. Lord. O Tullus.
¶Valour will weepe.
¶Put vp your Swords.
¶Auf. My Lords,
3815When you shall know (as in this Rage
¶Prouok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger
¶Which this mans life did owe you, you'l reioyce
¶That he is thus cut off. Please it your Honours
¶To call me to your Senate, Ile deliuer
3820My selfe your loyall Seruant, or endure
¶1. Lord. Beare from hence his body,
¶And mourne you for him. Let him be regarded
3825Did follow to his Vrne.
¶2. Lord. His owne impatience,
¶Takes from Auffidius a great part of blame:
¶Let's make the Best of it.
¶Auf. My Rage is gone,
¶Helpe three a'th' cheefest Souldiers, Ile be one.
¶Beate thou the Drumme that it speake mournfully:
¶Traile your steele Pikes. Though in this City hee
¶Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one,
3835Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury,
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Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius. A dead March
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Sounded.
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FINIS.
