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Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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30The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
3734 Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme, and Colours. The
3735Commoners being with him.
3736Corio. Haile Lords, I am return'd your Souldier:
3737No more infected with my Countries loue
3739Vnder your great Command. You are to know,
3741With bloody passage led your Warres, euen to
3742The gates of Rome: Our spoiles we haue brought home
3743Doth more then counterpoize a full third part
3744The charges of the Action. We haue made peace
3745With no lesse Honor to the Antiates
3746Then shame to th' Romaines. And we heere deliuer
3748Together with the Seale a'th Senat, what
3749We haue compounded on.
3750Auf. Read it not Noble Lords,
3751But tell the Traitor in the highest degree
3752He hath abus'd your Powers.
3753Corio. Traitor? How now?
3754Auf. I Traitor, Martius.
3755Corio. Martius?
3757Ile grace thee with that Robbery, thy stolne name
3758Coriolanus in Corioles?
3761For certaine drops of Salt, your City Rome:
3762I say your City to his Wife and Mother,
3763Breaking his Oath and Resolution, like
3764A twist of rotten Silke, neuer admitting
3766He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory,
3767That Pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
3768Look'd wond'ring each at others.
3770Auf. Name not the God, thou boy of Teares.
3771Corio. Ha?
3772Aufid. No more.
3774Too great for what containes it. Boy? Oh Slaue,
3776I was forc'd to scoul'd. Your iudgments my graue Lords
3777Must giue this Curre the Lye: and his owne Notion,
3780To thrust the Lye vnto him.
3782Corio. Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads,
3783Staine all your edges on me. Boy, false Hound:
3784If you haue writ your Annales true, 'tis there,
3785That like an Eagle in a Doue-coat, I
3786Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles.
3787Alone I did it, Boy.
3788Auf. Why Noble Lords,
3789Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune,
3790Which was your shame, by this vnholy Braggart?
3791'Fore your owne eyes, and eares?
3792All Consp. Let him dye for't.
3794He kill'd my Sonne, my daughter, he kill'd my Cosine
3795Marcus, he kill'd my Father.
37962 Lord. Peace hoe: no outrage, peace:
3797The man is Noble, and his Fame folds in
3799Shall haue Iudicious hearing. Stand Auffidius,
3800And trouble not the peace.
3802His Tribe, to vse my lawfull Sword.
3804All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.
3805 Draw both the Conspirators, and kils Martius, who
3806falles, Auffidius stands on him.
3807Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.
38091. Lord. O Tullus.
3811Valour will weepe.
3813Put vp your Swords.
3814Auf. My Lords,
3815When you shall know (as in this Rage
3816Prouok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger
3817Which this mans life did owe you, you'l reioyce
3819To call me to your Senate, Ile deliuer
3820My selfe your loyall Seruant, or endure
38221. Lord. Beare from hence his body,
3823And mourne you for him. Let him be regarded
3825Did follow to his Vrne.
38262. Lord. His owne impatience,
3827Takes from Auffidius a great part of blame:
3828Let's make the Best of it.
3829Auf. My Rage is gone,
3831Helpe three a'th' cheefest Souldiers, Ile be one.
3832Beate thou the Drumme that it speake mournfully:
3833Traile your steele Pikes. Though in this City hee
3834Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one,
3835Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury,
3837 Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius. A dead March
3838Sounded.
3839FINIS.