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  • Title: Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

    26The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
    He was not taken well, he had not din'd,
    The Veines vnfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
    3210We powt vpon the Morning, are vnapt
    To giue or to forgiue; but when we haue stufft
    These Pipes, and these Conueyances of our blood
    With Wine and Feeding, we haue suppler Soules
    Then in our Priest-like Fasts: therefore Ile watch him
    3215Till he be dieted to my request,
    And then Ile set vpon him.
    Bru. You know the very rode into his kindnesse,
    And cannot lose your way.
    Mene. Good faith Ile proue him,
    3220Speed how it will. I shall ere long, haue knowledge
    Of my successe. Exit.
    Com. Hee'l neuer heare him.
    Sicin. Not.
    Com. I tell you, he doe's sit in Gold, his eye
    3225Red as 'twould burne Rome: and his Iniury
    The Gaoler to his pitty. I kneel'd before him,
    'Twas very faintly he said Rise: dismist me
    Thus with his speechlesse hand. What he would do
    He sent in writing after me: what he would not,
    3230Bound with an Oath to yeeld to his conditions:
    So that all hope is vaine, vnlesse his Noble Mother,
    And his Wife, who (as I heare) meane to solicite him
    For mercy to his Countrey: therefore let's hence,
    And with our faire intreaties hast them on. Exeunt
    3235Enter Menenius to the Watch or Guard.
    1. Wat. Stay: whence are you.
    2. Wat. Stand, and go backe.
    Me. You guard like men, 'tis well. But by your leaue,
    I am an Officer of State, & come to speak with Coriolanus
    32401 From whence? Mene. From Rome.
    1 You may not passe, you must returne: our Generall
    will no more heare from thence.
    2 You'l see your Rome embrac'd with fire, before
    You'l speake with Coriolanus.
    3245Mene. Good my Friends,
    If you haue heard your Generall talke of Rome,
    And of his Friends there, it is Lots to Blankes,
    My name hath touch't your eares: it is Menenius.
    1 Be it so, go back: the vertue of your name,
    3250Is not heere passable.
    Mene. I tell thee Fellow,
    Thy Generall is my Louer: I haue beene
    The booke of his good Acts, whence men haue read
    His Fame vnparalell'd, happely amplified:
    3255For I haue euer verified my Friends,
    (Of whom hee's cheefe) with all the size that verity
    Would without lapsing suffer: Nay, sometimes,
    Like to a Bowle vpon a subtle ground
    I haue tumbled past the throw: and in his praise
    3260Haue (almost) stampt the Leasing. Therefore Fellow,
    I must haue leaue to passe.
    1 Faith Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalfe,
    as you haue vttered words in your owne, you should not
    passe heere: no, though it were as vertuous to lye, as to
    3265liue chastly. Therefore go backe.
    Men. Prythee fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
    alwayes factionary on the party of your Generall.
    2 Howsoeuer you haue bin his Lier, as you say you
    haue, I am one that telling true vnder him, must say you
    3270cannot passe. Therefore go backe.
    Mene. Ha's he din'd can'st thou tell? For I would not
    speake with him, till after dinner.
    1 You are a Roman, are you?
    Mene. I am as thy Generall is.
    32751 Then you should hate Rome, as he do's. Can you,
    when you haue pusht out your gates, the very Defender
    of them, and in a violent popular ignorance, giuen your
    enemy your shield, thinke to front his reuenges with the
    easie groanes of old women, the Virginall Palms of your
    3280daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a de-
    cay'd Dotant as you seeme to be? Can you think to blow
    out the intended fire, your City is ready to flame in, with
    such weake breath as this? No, you are deceiu'd, therfore
    backe to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are
    3285condemn'd, our Generall has sworne you out of repreeue
    and pardon.
    Mene. Sirra, if thy Captaine knew I were heere,
    He would vse me with estimation.
    1 Come, my Captaine knowes you not.
    3290Mene. I meane thy Generall.
    1 My Generall cares not for you. Back I say, go: least
    I let forth your halfe pinte of blood. Backe, that's the vt-
    most of your hauing, backe.
    Mene. Nay but Fellow, Fellow.
    3295Enter Coriolanus with Auffidius.
    Corio. What's the matter?
    Mene. Now you Companion: Ile say an arrant for you:
    you shall know now that I am in estimation: you shall
    perceiue, that a Iacke gardant cannot office me from my
    3300Son Coriolanus, guesse but my entertainment with him: if
    thou stand'st not i'th state of hanging, or of some death
    more long in Spectatorship, and crueller in suffering, be-
    hold now presently, and swoond for what's to come vpon
    thee. The glorious Gods sit in hourely Synod about thy
    3305particular prosperity, and loue thee no worse then thy old
    Father Menenius do's. O my Son, my Son! thou art pre-
    paring fire for vs: looke thee, heere's water to quench it.
    I was hardly moued to come to thee: but beeing assured
    none but my selfe could moue thee, I haue bene blowne
    3310out of your Gates with sighes: and coniure thee to par-
    don Rome, and thy petitionary Countrimen. The good
    Gods asswage thy wrath, and turne the dregs of it, vpon
    this Varlet heere: This, who like a blocke hath denyed
    my accesse to thee.
    3315Corio. Away.
    Mene. How? Away?
    Corio. Wife, Mother, Child, I know not. My affaires
    Are Seruanted to others: Though I owe
    My Reuenge properly, my remission lies
    3320In Volcean brests. That we haue beene familiar,
    Ingrate forgetfulnesse shall poison rather
    Then pitty: Note how much, therefore be gone.
    Mine eares against your suites, are stronger then
    Your gates against my force. Yet for I loued thee,
    3325Take this along, I writ it for thy sake,
    And would haue sent it. Another word Menenius,
    I will not heare thee speake. This man Auffidius
    Was my belou'd in Rome: yet thou behold'st.
    Auffid. You keepe a constant temper. Exeunt
    3330Manet the Guard and Menenius.
    1 Now sir, is your name Menenius?
    2 'Tis a spell you see of much power:
    You know the way home againe.
    1 Do you heare how wee are shent for keeping your
    3335greatnesse backe?
    2 What cause do you thinke I haue to swoond?
    Menen. I neither care for th' world, nor your General:
    for such things as you. I can scarse thinke ther's any, y'are
    so slight. He that hath a will to die by himselfe, feares it
    not
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