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Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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22The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
2685tion: Heere's no place for you, pray you auoid: Come.
2687bits. Pushes him away from him.
2692Corio. Vnder the Canopy.
26933 Vnder the Canopy?
2694Corio. I.
26953 Where's that?
2696Corio. I'th City of Kites and Crowes.
2698then thou dwel'st with Dawes too?
2703cher: Hence. Beats him away
2704Enter Auffidius with the Seruingman.
2705Auf. Where is this Fellow?
2707disturbing the Lords within.
2712mands me name my selfe.
2713Auf. What is thy name?
2716Auf. Say, what's thy name?
2717Thou hast a Grim apparance, and thy Face
2718Beares a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torne,
2721Auf. I know thee not? Thy Name?
2722Corio. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done
2723To thee particularly, and to all the Volces
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
2731The Cruelty and Enuy of the people,
2732Permitted by our dastard Nobles, who
2735Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,
2736Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope
2738I had fear'd death, of all the Men i'th' World
2739I would haue voided thee. But in meere spight
2741Stand I before thee heere: Then if thou hast
2742A heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuenge
2746That my reuengefull Seruices may proue
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
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,
2758It be to do thee seruice.
2759Auf. Oh Martius, Martius;
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,
2768The Anuile of my Sword, and do contest
2769As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue,
2770As euer in Ambitious strength, I did
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,
2777We haue a Power on foote: and I had purpose
2778Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,
2781Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me:
2782We haue beene downe together in my sleepe,
2784And wak'd halfe dead with nothing. Worthy Martius,
2785Had we no other quarrell else to Rome, but that
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.
2796The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take
2800Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome,
2801Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
2802To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,
2805And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,
2806Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome.
2807 Exeunt
2808Enter two of the Seruingmen.
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
2816in him. He had sir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot
tell