26541 Ser. Wine, Wine, Wine: What seruice is heere? I

2655thinke our Fellowes are asleepe.

26572 Ser. Where's Cotus: my M. cals for him: Cotus. Exit

2659Corio. A goodly House:

2660The Feast smels well: but I appeare not like a Guest.

26621 Ser. What would you haue Friend? whence are you?

2663Here's no place for you: Pray go to the doore? Exit

2664Corio. I haue deseru'd no better entertainment, in be-

2665ing Coriolanus. Enter second Seruant.

26662 Ser. Whence are you sir? Ha's the Porter his eyes in

2667his head, that he giues entrance to such Companions?

2668Pray get you out.

2669Corio. Away.

26702 Ser. Away? Get you away.

2671Corio. Now th'art troublesome.

26722 Ser. Are you so braue: Ile haue you talkt with anon

26743 What Fellowes this?

26751 A strange one as euer I look'd on: I cannot get him

2676out o'th' house: Prythee call my Master to him.

26773 What haue you to do here fellow? Pray you auoid

2678the house.

2679Corio. Let me but stand, I will not hurt your Harth.

26803 What are you?

2681Corio. A Gentleman.

26823 A maru'llous poore one.

2683Corio. True, so I am.

26843 Pray you poore Gentleman, take vp some other sta-

2685tion: Heere's no place for you, pray you auoid: Come.

2686Corio. Follow your Function, go, and batten on colde

2687bits. Pushes him away from him.

26883 What you will not? Prythee tell my Maister what

2689a strange Guest he ha's heere.

26902 And I shall. Exit second Seruingman.

26913 Where dwel'st thou?

2692Corio. Vnder the Canopy.

26933 Vnder the Canopy?

2694Corio. I.

26953 Where's that?

2696Corio. I'th City of Kites and Crowes.

26973 I'th City of Kites and Crowes? What an Asse it is,

2698then thou dwel'st with Dawes too?

2699Corio. No, I serue not thy Master.

27003 How sir? Do you meddle with my Master?

2701Corio. I, tis an honester seruice, then to meddle with

2702thy Mistris: Thou prat'st, and prat'st, serue with thy tren-

2703cher: Hence. Beats him away

2705Auf. Where is this Fellow?

27062 Here sir, I'de haue beaten him like a dogge, but for

2707disturbing the Lords within.

2708Auf. Whence com'st thou? What wouldst y^u? Thy name?

2709Why speak'st not? Speake man: What's thy name?

2710Corio. If Tullus not yet thou know'st me, and seeing

2711me, dost not thinke me for the man I am, necessitie com-

2712mands me name my selfe.

2713Auf. What is thy name?

2714Corio. A name vnmusicall to the Volcians eares,

2715And harsh in sound to thine.

2716Auf. Say, what's thy name?

2717Thou hast a Grim apparance, and thy Face

2718Beares a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torne,

2719Thou shew'st a Noble Vessell: What's thy name?

2720Corio. Prepare thy brow to frowne: knowst y^u me yet?

2721Auf. I know thee not? Thy Name?

2722Corio. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done

2723To thee particularly, and to all the Volces

2724Great hurt and Mischiefe: thereto witnesse may

2725My Surname Coriolanus. The painfull Seruice,

2726The extreme Dangers, and the droppes of Blood

2727Shed for my thanklesse Country, are requitted:

2728But with that Surname, a good memorie

2729And witnesse of the Malice and Displeasure

2730Which thou should'st beare me, only that name remains.

2731The Cruelty and Enuy of the people,

2732Permitted by our dastard Nobles, who

2733Haue all forsooke me, hath deuour'd the rest:

2734And suffer'd me by th' voyce of Slaues to be

2735Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,

2736Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope

2737(Mistake me not) to saue my life: for if

2738I had fear'd death, of all the Men i'th' World

2739I would haue voided thee. But in meere spight

2740To be full quit of those my Banishers,

2741Stand I before thee heere: Then if thou hast

2742A heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuenge

2743Thine owne particular wrongs, and stop those maimes

2744Of shame seene through thy Country, speed thee straight

2745And make my misery serue thy turne: So vse it,

2746That my reuengefull Seruices may proue

2747As Benefits to thee. For I will fight

2748Against my Cankred Countrey, with the Spleene

2749Of all the vnder Fiends. But if so be,

2750Thou dar'st not this, and that to proue more Fortunes

2751Th'art tyr'd, then in a word, I also am

2752Longer to liue most wearie: and present

2753My throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice:

2754Which not to cut, would shew thee but a Foole,

2755Since I haue euer followed thee with hate,

2756Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries brest,

2757And cannot liue but to thy shame, vnlesse

2758It be to do thee seruice.

2759Auf. Oh Martius, Martius;

2760Each word thou hast spoke, hath weeded from my heart

2761A roote of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter

2762Should from yond clowd speake diuine things,

2763And say 'tis true; I'de not beleeue them more

2764Then thee all-Noble Martius. Let me twine

2765Mine armes about that body, where against

2766My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke,

2767And scarr'd the Moone with splinters: heere I cleep

2768The Anuile of my Sword, and do contest

2769As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue,

2770As euer in Ambitious strength, I did

2771Contend against thy Valour. Know thou first,

2772I lou'd the Maid I married: neuer man

2773Sigh'd truer breath. But that I see thee heere

2774Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,

2775Then when I first my wedded Mistris saw

2776Bestride my Threshold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee,

2777We haue a Power on foote: and I had purpose

2778Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,

2779Or loose mine Arme for't: Thou hast beate mee out

2780Twelue seuerall times, and I haue nightly since

2781Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me:

2782We haue beene downe together in my sleepe,

2783Vnbuckling Helmes, fisting each others Throat,

2784And wak'd halfe dead with nothing. Worthy Martius,

2785Had we no other quarrell else to Rome, but that

2786Thou art thence Banish'd, we would muster all

2787From twelue, to seuentie: and powring Warre

2788Into the bowels of vngratefull Rome,

2789Like a bold Flood o're-beate. Oh come, go in,

2790And take our Friendly Senators by'th' hands

2791Who now are heere, taking their leaues of mee,

2792Who am prepar'd against your Territories,

2793Though not for Rome it selfe.

2794Corio. You blesse me Gods.

2795Auf. Therefore most absolute Sir, if thou wilt haue

2796The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take

2797Th'one halfe of my Commission, and set downe

2798As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st

2799Thy Countries strength and weaknesse, thine own waies

2800Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome,

2801Or rudely visit them in parts remote,

2802To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,

2803Let me commend thee first, to those that shall

2804Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes,

2805And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,

2806Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome.

28091 Heere's a strange alteration?

28102 By my hand, I had thoght to haue stroken him with

2811a Cudgell, and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made

2812a false report of him.

28131 What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his

2814finger and his thumbe, as one would set vp a Top.

28152 Nay, I knew by his face that there was some-thing

2816in him. He had sir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot

2817tell how to tearme it.

28181 He had so, looking as it were, would I were hang'd

2819but I thought there was more in him, then I could think.

28202 So did I, Ile be sworne: He is simply the rarest man

2821i'th' world.

28221 I thinke he is: but a greater soldier then he,

2823You wot one.

28242 Who my Master?

28251 Nay, it's no matter for that.

28262 Worth six on him.

28271 Nay not so neither: but I take him to be the greater

2828Souldiour.

28292 Faith looke you, one cannot tell how to say that: for

2830the Defence of a Towne, our Generall is excellent.

28311 I, and for an assault too.

28333 Oh Slaues, I can tell you Newes, News you Rascals

2834Both. What, what, what? Let's partake.

28353 I would not be a Roman of all Nations; I had as

2836liue be a condemn'd man.

2837Both. Wherefore? Wherefore?

28383 Why here's he that was wont to thwacke our Ge-

2839nerall, Caius Martius.

28401 Why do you say, thwacke our Generall?

28413 I do not say thwacke our Generall, but he was al-

2842wayes good enough for him

28432 Come we are fellowes and friends: he was euer too

2844hard for him, I haue heard him say so himselfe.

28451 He was too hard for him directly, to say the Troth

2846on't before Corioles, he scotcht him, and notcht him like a

2847Carbinado.

28482 And hee had bin Cannibally giuen, hee might haue

2849boyld and eaten him too.

28501 But more of thy Newes.

28513 Why he is so made on heere within, as if hee were

2852Son and Heire to Mars, set at vpper end o'th' Table: No

2853question askt him by any of the Senators, but they stand

2854bald before him. Our Generall himselfe makes a Mistris

2855of him, Sanctifies himselfe with's hand, and turnes vp the

2856white o'th' eye to his Discourse. But the bottome of the

2857Newes is, our Generall is cut i'th' middle, & but one halfe

2858of what he was yesterday. For the other ha's halfe, by

2859the intreaty and graunt of the whole Table. Hee'l go he

2860sayes, and sole the Porter of Rome Gates by th' eares. He

2861will mowe all downe before him, and leaue his passage

2862poul'd.

28632 And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.

28643 Doo't? he will doo't: for look you sir, he has as ma-

2865ny Friends as Enemies: which Friends sir as it were, durst

2866not (looke you sir) shew themselues (as we terme it) his

2867Friends, whilest he's in Directitude.

28681 Directitude? What's that?

28693 But when they shall see sir, his Crest vp againe, and

2870the man in blood, they will out of their Burroughes (like

2871Conies after Raine) and reuell all with him.

28721 But when goes this forward:

28733 To morrow, to day, presently, you shall haue the

2874Drum strooke vp this afternoone: 'Tis as it were a parcel

2875of their Feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

28762 Why then wee shall haue a stirring World againe:

2877This peace is nothing, but to rust Iron, encrease Taylors,

2878and breed Ballad-makers.

28791 Let me haue Warre say I, it exceeds peace as farre

2880as day do's night: It's sprightly walking, audible, and full

2881of Vent. Peace, is a very Apoplexy, Lethargie, mull'd,

2882deafe, sleepe, insensible, a getter of more bastard Chil-

2883dren, then warres a destroyer of men.

28842 'Tis so, and as warres in some sort may be saide to

2885be a Rauisher, so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great

2886maker of Cuckolds.

28871 I, and it makes men hate one another.

28883 Reason, because they then lesse neede one another:

2889The Warres for my money. I hope to see Romanes as

2890cheape as Volcians. They are rising, they are rising.

2891Both. In, in, in, in. Exeunt