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  • Title: Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)

    8The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
    As often as we eate. By th' Elements,
    If ere againe I meet him beard to beard,
    870He's mine, or I am his: Mine Emulation
    Hath not that Honor in't it had: For where
    I thought to crush him in an equall Force,
    True Sword to Sword: Ile potche at him some way,
    Or Wrath, or Craft may get him.
    875Sol. He's the diuell.
    Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: my valors poison'd,
    With onely suff'ring staine by him: for him
    Shall flye out of it selfe, nor sleepe, nor sanctuary,
    Being naked, sicke; nor Phane, nor Capitoll,
    880The Prayers of Priests, nor times of Sacrifice:
    Embarquements all of Fury, shall lift vp
    Their rotten Priuiledge, and Custome 'gainst
    My hate to Martius. Where I finde him, were it
    At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there
    885Against the hospitable Canon, would I
    Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th' Citie,
    Learne how 'tis held, and what they are that must
    Be Hostages for Rome.
    Soul. Will not you go?
    890Auf. I am attended at the Cyprus groue. I pray you
    ('Tis South the City Mils) bring me word thither
    How the world goes: that to the pace of it
    I may spurre on my iourney.
    Soul. I shall sir.


    895Actus Secundus.


    Enter Menenius with the two Tribunes of the
    people, Sicinius & Brutus.

    Men. The Agurer tels me, wee shall haue Newes to
    night.
    900Bru. Good or bad?
    Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for
    they loue not Martius.
    Sicin. Nature teaches Beasts to know their Friends.
    Men. Pray you, who does the Wolfe loue?
    905Sicin. The Lambe.
    Men. I, to deuour him, as the hungry Plebeians would
    the Noble Martius.
    Bru. He's a Lambe indeed, that baes like a Beare.
    Men. Hee's a Beare indeede, that liues like a Lambe.
    910You two are old men, tell me one thing that I shall aske
    you.
    Both. Well sir.
    Men. In what enormity is Martius poore in, that you
    two haue not in abundance?
    915Bru. He's poore in no one fault, but stor'd withall.
    Sicin. Especially in Pride.
    Bru. And topping all others in boasting.
    Men. This is strange now: Do you two know, how
    you are censured heere in the City, I mean of vs a'th' right
    920hand File, do you?
    Both. Why? how are we censur'd?
    Men. Because you talke of Pride now, will you not
    be angry.
    Both. Well, well sir, well.
    925Men. Why 'tis no great matter: for a very little theefe
    of Occasion, will rob you of a great deale of Patience:
    Giue your dispositions the reines, and bee angry at your
    pleasures (at the least) if you take it as a pleasure to you, in
    being so: you blame Martius for being proud.
    930Brut. We do it not alone, sir.
    Men. I know you can doe very little alone, for your
    helpes are many, or else your actions would growe won-
    drous single: your abilities are to Infant-like, for dooing
    much alone. You talke of Pride: Oh, that you could turn
    935your eyes toward the Napes of your neckes, and make
    but an Interiour suruey of your good selues. Oh that you
    could.
    Both. What then sir?
    Men. Why then you should discouer a brace of vn-
    940meriting, proud, violent, testie Magistrates (alias Fooles)
    as any in Rome.
    Sicin. Menenius, you are knowne well enough too.
    Men. I am knowne to be a humorous Patritian, and
    one that loues a cup of hot Wine, with not a drop of alay-
    945ing Tiber in't: Said, to be something imperfect in fauou-
    ring the first complaint, hasty and Tinder-like vppon, to
    triuiall motion: One, that conuerses more with the But-
    tocke of the night, then with the forhead of the morning.
    What I think, I vtter, and spend my malice in my breath.
    950Meeting two such Weales men as you are (I cannot call
    you Licurgusses,) if the drinke you giue me, touch my Pa-
    lat aduersly, I make a crooked face at it, I can say, your
    Worshippes haue deliuer'd the matter well, when I finde
    the Asse in compound, with the Maior part of your sylla-
    955bles. And though I must be content to beare with those,
    that say you are reuerend graue men, yet they lye deadly,
    that tell you haue good faces, if you see this in the Map
    of my Microcosme, followes it that I am knowne well e-
    nough too? What harme can your beesome Conspectui-
    960ties gleane out of this Charracter, if I be knowne well e-
    nough too.
    Bru. Come sir come, we know you well enough.
    Menen. You know neither mee, your selues, nor any
    thing: you are ambitious, for poore knaues cappes and
    965legges: you weare out a good wholesome Forenoone, in
    hearing a cause betweene an Orendge wife, and a Forfet-
    seller, and then reiourne the Controuersie of three-pence
    to a second day of Audience. When you are hearing a
    matter betweene party and party, if you chaunce to bee
    970pinch'd with the Collicke, you make faces like Mum-
    mers, set vp the bloodie Flagge against all Patience, and
    in roaring for a Chamber-pot, dismisse the Controuersie
    bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the
    peace you make in their Cause, is calling both the parties
    975Knaues. You are a payre of strange ones.
    Bru. Come, come, you are well vnderstood to bee a
    perfecter gyber for the Table, then a necessary Bencher in
    the Capitoll.
    Men. Our very Priests must become Mockers, if they
    980shall encounter such ridiculous Subiects as you are, when
    you speake best vnto the purpose. It is not woorth the
    wagging of your Beards, and your Beards deserue not so
    honourable a graue, as to stuffe a Botchers Cushion, or to
    be intomb'd in an Asses Packe-saddle; yet you must bee
    985saying, Martius is proud: who in a cheape estimation, is
    worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion, though per-
    aduenture some of the best of 'em were hereditarie hang-
    men. Godden to your Worships, more of your conuer-
    sation would infect my Braine, being the Heardsmen of
    990the Beastly Plebeans. I will be bold to take my leaue of
    you.
    Bru. and Scic. Aside.
    Enter
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