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The Tragedie of Coriolanus. Enter Brutus and Scicinius Bru. All tongues speake of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling Nurse Into a rapture lets her Baby crie,
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While she chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pinnes Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechie necke, Clambring the Walls to eye him: Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are smother'd vp, Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors'd
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With variable Complexions; all agreeing In earnestnesse to see him: seld‑showne Flamins Doe presse among the popular Throngs, and puffe To winne a vulgar station: our veyl'd Dames Commit the Warre of White and Damaske
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In their nicely gawded Cheekes, toth' wanton spoyle Of Phoebus burning Kisses: such a poother, As if that whatsoeuer God, who leades him, Were slyly crept into his humane powers, And gaue him gracefull posture.
Scicin.
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On the suddaine, I warrant him Consull.

Brutus.

Then our Office may, during his power, goe

sleepe.

Scicin. He cannot temp'rately transport his Honors, From where he should begin, and end, but will
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Lose those he ha wonne.
Brutus.

In that there's comfort.

Scici. Doubt not, The Commoners, for whom we stand, but they Vpon their ancient mallice, will forget
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With the least cause, these his new Honors, Which that he will giue them, make I as little question, As he is prowd to doo't.
Brutus. I heard him sweare, Were he to stand for Consull, neuer would he
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Appeare i'th'Market place, nor on him put The Naples Vesture of Humilitie, Nor shewing (as the manner is) his Wounds Toth' People, begge their stinking Breaths.
Scicin.

'Tis right.

Brutus.
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It was his word: Oh he would misse it, rather then carry it, But by the suite of the Gentry to him, And the desire of the Nobles.
Scicin.

I wish no better, then haue him hold that pur­

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pose, and to put it in execution.

Brutus.

'Tis most like he will.

Scicin.

It shall be to him then, as our good wills; a

sure destruction.

Brutus. So it must fall out
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To him, or our Authorities, for an end. We must suggest the People, in what hatred He still hath held them: that to's power he would Haue made them Mules, silenc'd their Pleaders, And dispropertied their Freedomes; holding them,
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In humane Action, and Capacitie, Of no more Soule, nor fitnesse for the World, Then Cammels in their Warre, who haue their Prouand Onely for bearing Burthens, and sore blowes For sinking vnder them.
Scicin.
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This (as you say) suggested, At some time, when his soaring Insolence Shall teach the People, which time shall not want, If he be put vpon't, and that's as easie, As to set Dogges on Sheepe, will be his fire

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To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze Shall darken him for euer.
Enter a Messenger. Brutus.

What's the matter?

Mess. You are sent for to the Capitoll: 'Tis thought, that Martius shall be Consull:
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I haue seene the dumbe men throng to see him, And the blind to heare him speak: Matrons flong Gloues, Ladies and Maids their Scarffes, and Handkerchers, Vpon him as he pass'd: the Nobles bended As to Ioues Statue, and the Commons made
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A Shower, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Showts: I neuer saw the like.
Brutus. Let's to the Capitoll, And carry with vs Eares and Eyes for th'time, But Hearts for the euent. Scicin.
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Haue with you.

Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as it were, in the Capitoll. 1. Off.

Come, come, they are almost here: how many

stand for Consulships?

2. Off.

Three, they say: but 'tis thought of euery one,

Coriolanus will carry it.

1. Off.
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That's a braue fellow: but hee's vengeance

prowd, and loues not the common people.

2. Off.

'Faith, there hath beene many great men that

haue flatter'd the people, who ne're loued them; and there

be many that they haue loued, they know not wherefore:

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so that if they loue they know not why, they hate vpon

no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neyther to

care whether they loue, or hate him, manifests the true

knowledge he ha's in their disposition, and out of his No­

ble carelesnesse lets them plainely see't.

1. Off.
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If he did not care whether he had their loue, or

no, hee waued indifferently, 'twixt doing them neyther

good, nor harme: but hee seekes their hate with greater

deuotion, then they can render it him; and leaues nothing

vndone, that may fully discouer him their opposite. Now

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to seeme to affect the mallice and displeasure of the Peo­

ple, is as bad, as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for

their loue.

2. Off.

Hee hath deserued worthily of his Countrey,

and his assent is not by such easie degrees as those, who

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hauing beene supple and courteous to the People, Bon­

netted, without any further deed, to haue them at all into

their estimation, and report: but hee hath so planted his

Honors in their Eyes, and his actions in their Hearts, that

for their Tongues to be silent, and not confesse so much,

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were a kinde of ingratefull Iniurie: to report otherwise,

were a Mallice, that giuing it selfe the Lye, would plucke

reproofe and rebuke from euery Eare that heard it.

1. Off.

No more of him, hee's a worthy man: make

way, they are comming.

A Sennet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the People, Lictors before them: Coriolanus, Mene­ nius, Cominius the Consul: Scicinius and Brutus take their places by themselues: Corio­ lanus stands. Menen.
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Hauing determin'd of the Volces, And to send for Titus Lartius: it remaines, As the maine Point of this our after‑meeting, To

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[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as it were, in the Capitoll. 1. Off.

Come, come, they are almost here: how many

stand for Consulships?

2. Off.

Three, they say: but 'tis thought of euery one,

Coriolanus will carry it.

1. Off.
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That's a braue fellow: but hee's vengeance

prowd, and loues not the common people.

2. Off.

'Faith, there hath beene many great men that

haue flatter'd the people, who ne're loued them; and there

be many that they haue loued, they know not wherefore:

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so that if they loue they know not why, they hate vpon

no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neyther to

care whether they loue, or hate him, manifests the true

knowledge he ha's in their disposition, and out of his No­

ble carelesnesse lets them plainely see't.

1. Off.
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If he did not care whether he had their loue, or

no, hee waued indifferently, 'twixt doing them neyther

good, nor harme: but hee seekes their hate with greater

deuotion, then they can render it him; and leaues nothing

vndone, that may fully discouer him their opposite. Now

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to seeme to affect the mallice and displeasure of the Peo­

ple, is as bad, as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for

their loue.

2. Off.

Hee hath deserued worthily of his Countrey,

and his assent is not by such easie degrees as those, who

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hauing beene supple and courteous to the People, Bon­

netted, without any further deed, to haue them at all into

their estimation, and report: but hee hath so planted his

Honors in their Eyes, and his actions in their Hearts, that

for their Tongues to be silent, and not confesse so much,

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were a kinde of ingratefull Iniurie: to report otherwise,

were a Mallice, that giuing it selfe the Lye, would plucke

reproofe and rebuke from euery Eare that heard it.

1. Off.

No more of him, hee's a worthy man: make

way, they are comming.

A Sennet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the People, Lictors before them: Coriolanus, Mene­ nius, Cominius the Consul: Scicinius and Brutus take their places by themselues: Corio­ lanus stands. Menen.
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Hauing determin'd of the Volces, And to send for Titus Lartius: it remaines, As the maine Point of this our after‑meeting, To gratifie his Noble seruice, that hath Thus stood for his Countrey. Therefore please you,
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Most reuerend and graue Elders, to desire The present Consull, and last Generall, In our well‑found Successes, to report A little of that worthy Worke, perform'd By Martius Caius Coriolanus: whom
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We met here, both to thanke, and to remember, With Honors like himselfe.
1. Sen. Speake, good Cominius: Leaue nothing out for length, and make vs thinke Rather our states defectiue for requitall,
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Then we to stretch it out. Masters a'th'People, We doe request your kindest eares: and after Your louing motion toward the common Body, To yeeld what passes here.
Scicin.

We are conuented vpon a pleasing Treatie, and

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haue hearts inclinable to honor and aduance the Theame

of our Assembly.

Brutus.

Which the rather wee shall be blest to doe, if

he remember a kinder value of the People, then he hath

hereto priz'd them at.

Menen.
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That's off, that's off: I would you rather had

been silent: Please you to heare Cominius speake?

Brutus.

Most willingly: but yet my Caution was

more pertinent then the rebuke you giue it.

Menen.

He loues your People, but tye him not to be

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their Bed‑fellow: Worthie Cominius speake.

Coriolanus rises, and offers to goe away.

Nay, keepe your place.

Senat. Sit Coriolanus: neuer shame to heare What you haue Nobly done. Coriol. Your Honors pardon: I had rather haue my Wounds to heale againe,
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Then heare say how I got them.
Brutus.

Sir, I hope my words dis‑bench'd you not?

Coriol. No Sir: yet oft, When blowes haue made me stay, I fled from words. You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your People,
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I loue them as they weigh—
Menen.

Pray now sit downe.

Corio. I had rather haue one scratch my Head i'th'Sun, When the Alarum were strucke, then idly sit To heare my Nothings monster'd. Exit Coriolanus Menen.
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Masters of the People, Your multiplying Spawne, how can he flatter? That's thousand to one good one, when you now see He had rather venture all his Limbes for Honor, Then on ones Eares to heare it. Proceed Cominius.
Com.
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I shall lacke voyce: the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be vtter'd feebly: it is held, That Valour is the chiefest Vertue, And most dignifies the hauer: if it be, The man I speake of, cannot in the World
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Be singly counter‑poys'd. At sixteene yeeres, When Tarquin made a Head for Rome, he fought Beyond the marke of others: our then Dictator, Whom with all prayse I point at, saw him fight, When with his Amazonian Shinne he droue
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The brizled Lippes before him: he bestrid An o're‑prest Roman, and i'th'Consuls view Slew three Opposers: Tarquins selfe he met, And strucke him on his Knee: in that dayes feates, When he might act the Woman in the Scene,
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He prou'd best man i'th'field, and for his meed Was Brow‑bound with the Oake. His Pupill age Man‑entred thus, he waxed like a Sea, And in the brunt of seuenteene Battailes since, He lurcht all Swords of the Garland: for this last,
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Before, and in Corioles, let me say I cannot speake him home: he stopt the flyers, And by his rare example made the Coward Turne terror into sport: as Weeds before A Vessell vnder sayle, so men obey'd,
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And fell below his Stem: his Sword, Deaths stampe, Where it did marke, it tooke from face to foot: He was a thing of Blood, whose euery motion Was tim'd with dying Cryes: alone he entred The mortall Gate of th'Citie, which he painted
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With shunlesse destinie: aydelesse came off, And with a sudden re‑inforcement strucke Carioles like a Planet: now all's his, When by and by the dinne of Warre gan pierce His readie sence: then straight his doubled spirit
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Requickned what in flesh was fatigate, And to the Battaile came he, where he did Runne reeking o're the liues of men, as if 'twere A perpetuall spoyle: and till we call'd Both Field and Citie ours, he neuer stood
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To ease his Brest with panting.
Menen.

Worthy man.

Senat.

He cannot but with measure fit the Honors

which we deuise him.

Com. Our spoyles he kickt at,
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And look'd vpon things precious, as they were The common Muck of the World: he couets lesse Then Miserie it selfe would giue, rewards his deeds With doing them, and is content To spend the time, to end it.
Menen.
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Hee's right Noble, let him be call'd for.

Senat.

Call Coriolanus.

Off.

He doth appeare.

Enter Coriolanus. Menen.

The Senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd to make

thee Consull.

Corio.
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I doe owe them still my Life, and Seruices.

Menen.

It then remaines, that you doe speake to the

People.

Corio. I doe beseech you, Let me o're‑leape that custome: for I cannot
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Put on the Gowne, stand naked, and entreat them For my Wounds sake, to giue their sufferage: Please you that I may passe this doing.
Scicin. Sir, the People must haue their Voyces, Neyther will they bate one iot of Ceremonie. Menen.
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Put them not too't: Pray you goe fit you to the Custome, And take to you, as your Predecessors haue, Your Honor with your forme.
Corio. It is a part that I shall blush in acting,
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And might well be taken from the People.
Brutus.

Marke you that.

Corio. To brag vnto them, thus I did, and thus Shew them th'vnaking Skarres, which I should hide, As if I had receiu'd them for the hyre
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Of their breath onely.
Menen. Doe not stand vpon't: We recommend to you Tribunes of the People Our purpose to them, and to our Noble Consull Wish we all Ioy, and Honor. Senat.
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To Coriolanus come all ioy and Honor.

Flourish Cornets. Then Exeunt. Manet Sicinius and Brutus. Bru.

You see how he intends to vse the people.

Scicin. May they perceiue's intent: he wil require them As if he did contemne what he requested, Should be in them to giue. Bru.
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Come, wee'l informe them Of our proceedings heere on th' Market place, I know they do attend vs.
 

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      <lb n="1145"/>to seeme to affect the mallice and displeasure of the Peo­
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      <l n="1165">Most reuerend and graue Elders, to desire</l>
      <l n="1166">The present Consull, and last Generall,</l>
      <l n="1167">In our well‑found Successes, to report</l>
      <l n="1168">A little of that worthy Worke, perform'd</l>
      <l n="1169">By<hi rend="italic">Martius Caius Coriolanus</hi>: whom</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">1. Sen.</speaker>
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      <l n="1174">Rather our states defectiue for requitall,</l>
      <l n="1175">Then we to stretch it out. Masters a'th'People,</l>
      <l n="1176">We doe request your kindest eares: and after</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Scicin.</speaker>
      <p n="1179">We are conuented vpon a pleasing Treatie, and
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   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brutus.</speaker>
      <p n="1182">Which the rather wee shall be blest to doe, if
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      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <p n="1185">That's off, that's off: I would you rather had
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      <speaker rend="italic">Brutus.</speaker>
      <p n="1187">Most willingly: but yet my Caution was
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      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <p n="1189">He loues your People, but tye him not to be
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Coriolanus rises, and offers to goe away.</stage>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Senat.</speaker>
      <l n="1191">Sit<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>: neuer shame to heare</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Coriol.</speaker>
      <l n="1193">Your Honors pardon:</l>
      <l n="1194">I had rather haue my Wounds to heale againe,</l>
      <l n="1195">Then heare say how I got them.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brutus.</speaker>
      <p n="1196">Sir, I hope my words dis‑bench'd you not?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Coriol.</speaker>
      <l n="1197">No Sir: yet oft,</l>
      <l n="1198">When blowes haue made me stay, I fled from words.</l>
      <l n="1199">You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your People,</l>
      <l n="1200">I loue them as they weigh—</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <p n="1201">Pray now sit downe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="1202">I had rather haue one scratch my Head i'th'Sun,</l>
      <l n="1203">When the Alarum were strucke, then idly sit</l>
      <l n="1204">To heare my Nothings monster'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit Coriolanus</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <l n="1205">Masters of the People,</l>
      <l n="1206">Your multiplying Spawne, how can he flatter?</l>
      <l n="1207">That's thousand to one good one, when you now see</l>
      <l n="1208">He had rather venture all his Limbes for Honor,</l>
      <l n="1209">Then on ones Eares to heare it. Proceed<hi rend="italic">Cominius</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="1210">I shall lacke voyce: the deeds of<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1211">Should not be vtter'd feebly: it is held,</l>
      <l n="1212">That Valour is the chiefest Vertue,</l>
      <l n="1213">And most dignifies the hauer: if it be,</l>
      <l n="1214">The man I speake of, cannot in the World</l>
      <l n="1215">Be singly counter‑poys'd. At sixteene yeeres,</l>
      <l n="1216">When<hi rend="italic">Tarquin</hi>made a Head for Rome, he fought</l>
      <l n="1217">Beyond the marke of others: our then Dictator,</l>
      <l n="1218">Whom with all prayse I point at, saw him fight,</l>
      <l n="1219">When with his Amazonian Shinne he droue</l>
      <l n="1220">The brizled Lippes before him: he bestrid</l>
      <l n="1221">An o're‑prest Roman, and i'th'Consuls view</l>
      <l n="1222">Slew three Opposers:<hi rend="italic">Tarquins</hi>selfe he met,</l>
      <l n="1223">And strucke him on his Knee: in that dayes feates,</l>
      <l n="1224">When he might act the Woman in the Scene,</l>
      <l n="1225">He prou'd best man i'th'field, and for his meed</l>
      <l n="1226">Was Brow‑bound with the Oake. His Pupill age</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1227">Man‑entred thus, he waxed like a Sea,</l>
      <l n="1228">And in the brunt of seuenteene Battailes since,</l>
      <l n="1229">He lurcht all Swords of the Garland: for this last,</l>
      <l n="1230">Before, and in Corioles, let me say</l>
      <l n="1231">I cannot speake him home: he stopt the flyers,</l>
      <l n="1232">And by his rare example made the Coward</l>
      <l n="1233">Turne terror into sport: as Weeds before</l>
      <l n="1234">A Vessell vnder sayle, so men obey'd,</l>
      <l n="1235">And fell below his Stem: his Sword, Deaths stampe,</l>
      <l n="1236">Where it did marke, it tooke from face to foot:</l>
      <l n="1237">He was a thing of Blood, whose euery motion</l>
      <l n="1238">Was tim'd with dying Cryes: alone he entred</l>
      <l n="1239">The mortall Gate of th'Citie, which he painted</l>
      <l n="1240">With shunlesse destinie: aydelesse came off,</l>
      <l n="1241">And with a sudden re‑inforcement strucke</l>
      <l n="1242">Carioles like a Planet: now all's his,</l>
      <l n="1243">When by and by the dinne of Warre gan pierce</l>
      <l n="1244">His readie sence: then straight his doubled spirit</l>
      <l n="1245">Requickned what in flesh was fatigate,</l>
      <l n="1246">And to the Battaile came he, where he did</l>
      <l n="1247">Runne reeking o're the liues of men, as if 'twere</l>
      <l n="1248">A perpetuall spoyle: and till we call'd</l>
      <l n="1249">Both Field and Citie ours, he neuer stood</l>
      <l n="1250">To ease his Brest with panting.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <p n="1251">Worthy man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Senat.</speaker>
      <p n="1252">He cannot but with measure fit the Honors
      <lb n="1253"/>which we deuise him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="1254">Our spoyles he kickt at,</l>
      <l n="1255">And look'd vpon things precious, as they were</l>
      <l n="1256">The common Muck of the World: he couets lesse</l>
      <l n="1257">Then Miserie it selfe would giue, rewards his deeds</l>
      <l n="1258">With doing them, and is content</l>
      <l n="1259">To spend the time, to end it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <p n="1260">Hee's right Noble, let him be call'd for.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Senat.</speaker>
      <p n="1261">Call<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-off">
      <speaker rend="italic">Off.</speaker>
      <p n="1262">He doth appeare.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Coriolanus.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <p n="1263">The Senate,<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>, are well pleas'd to make
      <lb n="1264"/>thee Consull.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <p n="1265">I doe owe them still my Life, and Seruices.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <p n="1266">It then remaines, that you doe speake to the
      <lb n="1267"/>People.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="1268">I doe beseech you,</l>
      <l n="1269">Let me o're‑leape that custome: for I cannot</l>
      <l n="1270">Put on the Gowne, stand naked, and entreat them</l>
      <l n="1271">For my Wounds sake, to giue their sufferage:</l>
      <l n="1272">Please you that I may passe this doing.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Scicin.</speaker>
      <l n="1273">Sir, the People must haue their Voyces,</l>
      <l n="1274">Neyther will they bate one iot of Ceremonie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <l n="1275">Put them not too't:</l>
      <l n="1276">Pray you goe fit you to the Custome,</l>
      <l n="1277">And take to you, as your Predecessors haue,</l>
      <l n="1278">Your Honor with your forme.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="1279">It is a part that I shall blush in acting,</l>
      <l n="1280">And might well be taken from the People.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brutus.</speaker>
      <p n="1281">Marke you that.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="1282">To brag vnto them, thus I did, and thus</l>
      <l n="1283">Shew them th'vnaking Skarres, which I should hide,</l>
      <l n="1284">As if I had receiu'd them for the hyre</l>
      <l n="1285">Of their breath onely.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Menen.</speaker>
      <l n="1286">Doe not stand vpon't:</l>
      <l n="1287">We recommend to you Tribunes of the People</l>
      <l n="1288">Our purpose to them, and to our Noble Consull</l>
      <l n="1289">Wish we all Ioy, and Honor.</l>
   </sp>
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   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Senat.</speaker>
      <p n="1290">To<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>come all ioy and Honor.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Flourish Cornets.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="exit">Then Exeunt. Manet Sicinius and Brutus.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="1291">You see how he intends to vse the people.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Scicin.</speaker>
      <l n="1292">May they perceiue's intent: he wil require them</l>
      <l n="1293">As if he did contemne what he requested,</l>
      <l n="1294">Should be in them to giue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="1295">Come, wee'l informe them</l>
      <l n="1296">Of our proceedings heere on th' Market place,</l>
      <l n="1297">I know they do attend vs.</l>
   </sp>
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