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  • Title: Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
    And durst not once peepe out.
    2950Sicin. Come, what talke you of Martius.
    Bru. Go see this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be,
    The Volces dare breake with vs.
    Mene. Cannot be?
    We haue Record, that very well it can,
    2955And three examples of the like, hath beene
    Within my Age. But reason with the fellow
    Before you punish him, where he heard this,
    Least you shall chance to whip your Information,
    And beate the Messenger, who bids beware
    2960Of what is to be dreaded.
    Sicin. Tell not me: I know this cannot be.
    Bru. Not possible.
    Enter a Messenger.
    Mes. The Nobles in great earnestnesse are going
    2965All to the Senate-house: some newes is comming
    That turnes their Countenances.
    Sicin. 'Tis this Slaue:
    Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raising,
    Nothing but his report.
    2970Mes. Yes worthy Sir,
    The Slaues report is seconded, and more
    More fearfull is deliuer'd.
    Sicin. What more fearefull?
    Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
    2975How probable I do not know, that Martius
    Ioyn'd with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,
    And vowes Reuenge as spacious, as betweene
    The yong'st and oldest thing.
    Sicin. This is most likely.
    2980Bru. Rais'd onely, that the weaker sort may wish
    Good Martius home againe.
    Sicin. The very tricke on't.
    Mene. This is vnlikely,
    He, and Auffidius can no more attone
    2985Then violent'st Contrariety.
    Enter Messenger.
    Mes. You are sent for to the Senate:
    A fearefull Army, led by Caius Martius,
    Associated with Auffidius, Rages
    2990Vpon our Territories, and haue already
    O're-borne their way, consum'd with fire, and tooke
    What lay before them.
    Enter Cominius.
    Com. Oh you haue made good worke.
    2995Mene. What newes? What newes?
    Com. You haue holp to rauish your owne daughters, &
    To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates,
    To see your Wiues dishonour'd to your Noses.
    Mene. What's the newes? What's the newes?
    3000Com. Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and
    Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd
    Into an Augors boare.
    Mene. Pray now, your Newes:
    You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes,
    3005If Martius should be ioyn'd with Volceans.
    Com. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
    Made by some other Deity then Nature,
    That shapes man Better: and they follow him
    Against vs Brats, with no lesse Confidence,
    3010Then Boyes pursuing Summer Butter-flies,
    Or Butchers killing Flyes.
    Mene. You haue made good worke,
    You and your Apron men: you, that stood so much
    Vpon the voyce of occupation, and
    3015The breath of Garlicke-eaters.
    Com. Hee'l shake your Rome about your eares.
    Mene. As Hercules did shake downe Mellow Fruite:
    You haue made faire worke.
    Brut. But is this true sir?
    3020Com, I, and you'l looke pale
    Before you finde it other. All the Regions
    Do smilingly Reuolt, and who resists
    Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
    And perish constant Fooles: who is't can blame him?
    3025Your Enemies and his, finde something in him.
    Mene. We are all vndone, vnlesse
    The Noble man haue mercy.
    Com. Who shall aske it?
    The Tribunes cannot doo't for shame; the people
    3030Deserue such pitty of him, as the Wolfe
    Doe's of the Shepheards: For his best Friends, if they
    Should say be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen
    As those should do that had deseru'd his hate,
    And therein shew'd like Enemies.
    3035Me. 'Tis true, if he were putting to my house, the brand
    That should consume it, I haue not the face
    To say, beseech you cease. You haue made faire hands,
    You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire.
    Com. You haue brought
    3040A Trembling vpon Rome, such as was neuer
    S'incapeable of helpe.
    Tri. Say not, we brought it.
    Mene. How? Was't we? We lou'd him,
    But like Beasts, and Cowardly Nobles,
    3045Gaue way vnto your Clusters, who did hoote
    Him out o'th' Citty.
    Com. But I feare
    They'l roare him in againe. Tullus Auffidius,
    The second name of men, obeyes his points
    3050As if he were his Officer: Desperation,
    Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence
    That Rome can make against them.
    Enter a Troope of Citizens.
    Mene. Heere come the Clusters.
    3055And is Auffidius with him? You are they
    That made the Ayre vnwholsome, when you cast
    Your stinking, greasie Caps, in hooting
    At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's comming,
    And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head
    3060Which will not proue a whip: As many Coxcombes
    As you threw Caps vp, will he tumble downe,
    And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter,
    If he could burne vs all into one coale,
    We haue deseru'd it.
    3065Omnes. Faith, we heare fearfull Newes.
    1 Cit. For mine owne part,
    When I said banish him, I said 'twas pitty.
    2 And so did I.
    3 And so did I: and to say the truth, so did very ma-
    3070ny of vs, that we did we did for the best, and though wee
    willingly consented to his Banishment, yet it was against
    our will.
    Com. Y'are goodly things, you Voyces.
    Mene. You haue made good worke
    3075You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll?
    Com. Oh I, what else?
    Exeunt both.
    Sicin. Go Masters get you home, be not dismaid,
    These are a Side, that would be glad to haue
    This true, which they so seeme to feare. Go home,
    3080And shew no signe of Feare.
    1. Cit.