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  • Title: Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

    22The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
    2685tion: Heere's no place for you, pray you auoid: Come.
    Corio. Follow your Function, go, and batten on colde
    bits. Pushes him away from him.
    3 What you will not? Prythee tell my Maister what
    a strange Guest he ha's heere.
    26902 And I shall. Exit second Seruingman.
    3 Where dwel'st thou?
    Corio. Vnder the Canopy.
    3 Vnder the Canopy?
    Corio. I.
    26953 Where's that?
    Corio. I'th City of Kites and Crowes.
    3 I'th City of Kites and Crowes? What an Asse it is,
    then thou dwel'st with Dawes too?
    Corio. No, I serue not thy Master.
    27003 How sir? Do you meddle with my Master?
    Corio. I, tis an honester seruice, then to meddle with
    thy Mistris: Thou prat'st, and prat'st, serue with thy tren-
    cher: Hence. Beats him away
    Enter Auffidius with the Seruingman.
    2705Auf. Where is this Fellow?
    2 Here sir, I'de haue beaten him like a dogge, but for
    disturbing the Lords within.
    Auf. Whence com'st thou? What wouldst yu? Thy name?
    Why speak'st not? Speake man: What's thy name?
    2710Corio. If Tullus not yet thou know'st me, and seeing
    me, dost not thinke me for the man I am, necessitie com-
    mands me name my selfe.
    Auf. What is thy name?
    Corio. A name vnmusicall to the Volcians eares,
    2715And harsh in sound to thine.
    Auf. Say, what's thy name?
    Thou hast a Grim apparance, and thy Face
    Beares a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torne,
    Thou shew'st a Noble Vessell: What's thy name?
    2720Corio. Prepare thy brow to frowne: knowst yu me yet?
    Auf. I know thee not? Thy Name?
    Corio. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done
    To thee particularly, and to all the Volces
    Great hurt and Mischiefe: thereto witnesse may
    2725My Surname Coriolanus. The painfull Seruice,
    The extreme Dangers, and the droppes of Blood
    Shed for my thanklesse Country, are requitted:
    But with that Surname, a good memorie
    And witnesse of the Malice and Displeasure
    2730Which thou should'st beare me, only that name remains.
    The Cruelty and Enuy of the people,
    Permitted by our dastard Nobles, who
    Haue all forsooke me, hath deuour'd the rest:
    And suffer'd me by th' voyce of Slaues to be
    2735Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,
    Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope
    (Mistake me not) to saue my life: for if
    I had fear'd death, of all the Men i'th' World
    I would haue voided thee. But in meere spight
    2740To be full quit of those my Banishers,
    Stand I before thee heere: Then if thou hast
    A heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuenge
    Thine owne particular wrongs, and stop those maimes
    Of shame seene through thy Country, speed thee straight
    2745And make my misery serue thy turne: So vse it,
    That my reuengefull Seruices may proue
    As Benefits to thee. For I will fight
    Against my Cankred Countrey, with the Spleene
    Of all the vnder Fiends. But if so be,
    2750Thou dar'st not this, and that to proue more Fortunes
    Th'art tyr'd, then in a word, I also am
    Longer to liue most wearie: and present
    My throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice:
    Which not to cut, would shew thee but a Foole,
    2755Since I haue euer followed thee with hate,
    Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries brest,
    And cannot liue but to thy shame, vnlesse
    It be to do thee seruice.
    Auf. Oh Martius, Martius;
    2760Each word thou hast spoke, hath weeded from my heart
    A roote of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter
    Should from yond clowd speake diuine things,
    And say 'tis true; I'de not beleeue them more
    Then thee all-Noble Martius. Let me twine
    2765Mine armes about that body, where against
    My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke,
    And scarr'd the Moone with splinters: heere I cleep
    The Anuile of my Sword, and do contest
    As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue,
    2770As euer in Ambitious strength, I did
    Contend against thy Valour. Know thou first,
    I lou'd the Maid I married: neuer man
    Sigh'd truer breath. But that I see thee heere
    Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,
    2775Then when I first my wedded Mistris saw
    Bestride my Threshold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee,
    We haue a Power on foote: and I had purpose
    Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,
    Or loose mine Arme for't: Thou hast beate mee out
    2780Twelue seuerall times, and I haue nightly since
    Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me:
    We haue beene downe together in my sleepe,
    Vnbuckling Helmes, fisting each others Throat,
    And wak'd halfe dead with nothing. Worthy Martius,
    2785Had we no other quarrell else to Rome, but that
    Thou art thence Banish'd, we would muster all
    From twelue, to seuentie: and powring Warre
    Into the bowels of vngratefull Rome,
    Like a bold Flood o're-beate. Oh come, go in,
    2790And take our Friendly Senators by'th' hands
    Who now are heere, taking their leaues of mee,
    Who am prepar'd against your Territories,
    Though not for Rome it selfe.
    Corio. You blesse me Gods.
    2795Auf. Therefore most absolute Sir, if thou wilt haue
    The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take
    Th'one halfe of my Commission, and set downe
    As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
    Thy Countries strength and weaknesse, thine own waies
    2800Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome,
    Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
    To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,
    Let me commend thee first, to those that shall
    Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes,
    2805And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,
    Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome.
    Exeunt
    Enter two of the Seruingmen.
    1 Heere's a strange alteration?
    28102 By my hand, I had thoght to haue stroken him with
    a Cudgell, and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made
    a false report of him.
    1 What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his
    finger and his thumbe, as one would set vp a Top.
    28152 Nay, I knew by his face that there was some-thing
    in him. He had sir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot
    tell
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