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Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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6The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
616I saw our party to their Trenches driuen,
617And then I came away.
620Mes. Aboue an houre, my Lord.
621Com. 'Tis not a mile: briefely we heard their drummes.
622How could'st thou in a mile confound an houre,
623And bring thy Newes so late?
624Mes. Spies of the Volces
625Held me in chace, that I was forc'd to wheele
627Halfe an houre since brought my report.
628Enter Martius.
630That doe's appeare as he were Flead? O Gods,
631He has the stampe of Martius, and I haue
632Before time seene him thus.
633Mar. Come I too late?
634Com. The Shepherd knowes not Thunder frō a Taber,
635More then I know the sound of Martius Tongue
636From euery meaner man.
637Martius. Come I too late?
638Com. I, if you come not in the blood of others,
639But mantled in your owne.
640Mart. Oh! let me clip ye
641In Armes as sound, as when I woo'd in heart;
642As merry, as when our Nuptiall day was done,
643And Tapers burnt to Bedward.
644Com. Flower of Warriors, how is't with Titus Lartius?
647Ransoming him, or pittying, threatning th' other;
648Holding Corioles in the name of Rome,
649Euen like a fawning Grey-hound in the Leash,
650To let him slip at will.
651Com. Where is that Slaue
652Which told me they had beate you to your Trenches?
653Where is he? Call him hither.
654Mar. Let him alone,
655He did informe the truth: but for our Gentlemen,
656The common file, (a plague-Tribunes for them)
659Com. But how preuail'd you?
661Where is the enemy? Are you Lords a'th Field?
664And did retyre to win our purpose.
666They haue plac'd their men of trust?
668Their Bands i'th Vaward are the Antients
670Their very heart of Hope.
672By all the Battailes wherein we haue fought,
673By th' Blood we haue shed together,
674By th' Vowes we haue made
677And that you not delay the present (but
678Filling the aire with Swords aduanc'd) and Darts,
679We proue this very houre.
681You were conducted to a gentle Bath,
682And Balmes applyed to you, yet dare I neuer
687(As it were sinne to doubt) that loue this painting
690If any thinke, braue death out-weighes bad life,
691And that his Countries deerer then himselfe,
694And follow Martius.
695 They all shout and waue their swords, take him vp in their
696Armes, and cast vp their Caps.
697Oh me alone, make you a sword of me:
699But is foure Volces? None of you, but is
701A Shield, as hard as his. A certaine number
705And foure shall quickly draw out my Command,
706Which men are best inclin'd.
707Com. March on my Fellowes:
709Diuide in all, with vs. Exeunt
710 Titus Lartius, hauing set a guard vpon Carioles, going with
711 Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, and Caius Mar-
712 tius, Enters with a Lieutenant, other Souldiours, and a
713 Scout.
714Lar. So, let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties
718We cannot keepe the Towne.
719Lieu. Feare not our care Sir.
722 Alarum, as in Battaile.
723Enter Martius and Auffidius at seueral doores.
726Auffid. We hate alike:
727Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre
728More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot.
730And the Gods doome him after.
733Alone I fought in your Corioles walles,
734And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood,
736Wrench vp thy power to th' highest.
738That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,
740Heere they fight, and certaine Volces come in the ayde
741of Auffi. Martius fights til they be driuen in breathles.
743In your condemned Seconds.
Flourish.