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The Tragedie of Coriolanus. tell how to tearme it.

1

He had so, looking as it were, would I were hang'd

but I thought there was more in him, then I could think.

2

So did I, Ile be sworne: He is simply the rarest man

i'th'world.

1
[2685]

I thinke he is: but a greater soldier then he,

You wot one.

2

Who my Master?

1

Nay, it's no matter for that.

2

Worth six on him.

1
[2690]

Nay not so neither: but I take him to be the greater

Souldiour.

2

Fai h looke you, one cannot tell how to say that: for

the Defence of a Towne, our Generall is excellent.

1

I, and for an assault too.

Enter the third Seruingman. 3
[2695]

Oh Slaues, I can tell you Newes, News you Rascals

Both.

What, what, what? Let's partake.

3

I would not be a Roman of all Nations; I had as

liue be a condemn'd man.

Both.

Wherefore? Wherefore?

3
[2700]

Why here's he that was wont to thwacke our Ge­

nerall, Caius Martius.

1

Why do you say, thwacke our Generall?

3

I do not say thwacke our Generall, but he was al­

wayes good enough for him

2
[2705]

Come we are fellowes and friends: he was euer too

hard for him, I haue heard him say so himselfe.

1

He was too hard for him directly, to say the Troth

on't before Corioles, he scotcht him, and notcht him like a

Carbinado.

2
[2710]

And hee had bin Cannibally giuen, hee might haue

boyld and eaten him too.

1

But more of thy Newes.

3

Why he is so made on heere within, as if hee were

Son and Heire to Mars, set at vpper end o'th'Table: No

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question askt him by any of the Senators, but they stand

bald before him. Our Generall himselfe makes a Mistris

of him, Sanctifies himselfe with's hand, and turnes vp the

white o'th'eye to his Discourse. But the bottome of the

Newes is, our Generall is cut i'th'middle, & but one halfe

[2720]

of what he was yesterday. For the other ha's halfe, by

the intreaty and graunt of the whole Table. Hee'l go he

sayes, and sole the Porter of Rome Gates by th'eares. He

will mowe all downe before him, and leaue his passage

poul'd.

2
[2725]

And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.

3

Doo't? he will doo't: for look you sir, he has as ma­

ny Friends as Enemies: which Friends sir as it were, durst

not (looke you sir) shew themselues (as we terme it) his

Friends, whilest he's in Directitude.

1
[2730]

Directitude? What's that?

3

But when they shall see sir, his Crest vp againe, and

the man in blood, they will out of their Burroughes (like

Conies after Raine) and reuell all with him.

1

But when goes this forward:

3
[2735]

To morrow, to day, presently, you shall haue the

Drum strooke vp this afternoone: 'Tis as it were a parcel

of their Feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2

Why then wee shall haue a stirring World againe:

This peace is nothing, but to rust Iron, encrease Taylors,

[2740]

and breed Ballad‑makers.

1

Let me haue Warre say I, it exceeds peace as farre

as day do's night: It's sprightly walking, audible, and full

of Vent. Peace, is a very Apoplexy, Lethargie, mull'd,

deafe, sleepe, insensible, a getter of more bastard Chil­

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dren, then warres a destroyer of men.

2

'Tis so, and as warres in some sort may be saide to

be a Rauisher, so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great

maker of Cuckolds.

1

I, and it makes men hate one another.

3
[2750]

Reason, because they then lesse neede one another:

The Warres for my money. I hope to see Romanes as

cheape as Volcians. They are rising, they are rising.

Both.

In, in, in, in.

Exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 6] Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus. Sicin. We heare not of him, neither need we fear him,
[2755]
His remedies are tame, the present peace, And quietnesse of the people, which before Were in wilde hurry. Heere do we make his Friends Blush, that the world goes well: who rather had, Though they themselues did suffer by't, behold
[2760]
Dissentious numbers pestring streets, then see Our Tradesmen singing in their shops, and going About their Functions friendly.
Enter Menenius. Bru.

We stood too't in good time. Is this Menenius?

Sicin.

'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown most kind of late:

[2765]

Haile Sir.

Mene.

Haile to you both.

Sicin. Your Coriolanus is not much mist, but with his Friends: the Commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, were he more angry at it. Mene.
[2770]

All's well, and might haue bene much better,

if he could haue temporiz'd.

Sicin.

Where is he, heare you?

Mene. Nay I heare nothing: His Mother and his wife, heare nothing from him. Enter three or foure Citizens. All.
[2775]

The Gods preserue you both.

Sicin.

Gooden our Neighbours.

Bru.

Gooden to you all, gooden to you all.

1 Our selues, our wiues, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both. Sicin.
[2780]

Liue, and thriue.

Bru. Farewell kinde Neighbours: We wisht Coriolanus had lou'd you as we did. All.

Now the Gods keepe you.

Both Tri.

Farewell, farewell.

Exeunt Citizens Sicin.
[2785]
This is a happier and more comely time, Then when these Fellowes ran about the streets, Crying Confusion.
Bru. Caius Martius was A worthy Officer i'th'Warre, but Insolent,
[2790]
O'recome with Pride, Ambitious, past all thinking Selfe‑louing.
Sicin.

And affecting one sole Throne, without assistāce assistance

Mene.

I thinke not so.

Sicin. We should by this, to all our Lamention,
[2795]
If he had gone forth Consull, found it so.
Bru. The Gods haue well preuented it, and Rome Sits safe and still, without him. Enter an Ædile. Ædile. Worthy Tribunes, There is a Slaue whom we haue put in prison,
[2800]
Reports the Volces with two seuerall Powers Are entred in the Roman Territories, And with the deepest malice of the Warre, Destroy, what lies before' em.
Mene. 'Tis Auffidius,
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Who hearing of our Martius Banishment, Thrusts forth his hornes againe into the world Which were In‑shell'd, when Martius stood for Rome, And

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[Act 4, Scene 6] Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus. Sicin. We heare not of him, neither need we fear him,
[2755]
His remedies are tame, the present peace, And quietnesse of the people, which before Were in wilde hurry. Heere do we make his Friends Blush, that the world goes well: who rather had, Though they themselues did suffer by't, behold
[2760]
Dissentious numbers pestring streets, then see Our Tradesmen singing in their shops, and going About their Functions friendly.
Enter Menenius. Bru.

We stood too't in good time. Is this Menenius?

Sicin.

'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown most kind of late:

[2765]

Haile Sir.

Mene.

Haile to you both.

Sicin. Your Coriolanus is not much mist, but with his Friends: the Commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, were he more angry at it. Mene.
[2770]

All's well, and might haue bene much better,

if he could haue temporiz'd.

Sicin.

Where is he, heare you?

Mene. Nay I heare nothing: His Mother and his wife, heare nothing from him. Enter three or foure Citizens. All.
[2775]

The Gods preserue you both.

Sicin.

Gooden our Neighbours.

Bru.

Gooden to you all, gooden to you all.

1 Our selues, our wiues, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both. Sicin.
[2780]

Liue, and thriue.

Bru. Farewell kinde Neighbours: We wisht Coriolanus had lou'd you as we did. All.

Now the Gods keepe you.

Both Tri.

Farewell, farewell.

Exeunt Citizens Sicin.
[2785]
This is a happier and more comely time, Then when these Fellowes ran about the streets, Crying Confusion.
Bru. Caius Martius was A worthy Officer i'th'Warre, but Insolent,
[2790]
O'recome with Pride, Ambitious, past all thinking Selfe‑louing.
Sicin.

And affecting one sole Throne, without assistāce assistance

Mene.

I thinke not so.

Sicin. We should by this, to all our Lamention,
[2795]
If he had gone forth Consull, found it so.
Bru. The Gods haue well preuented it, and Rome Sits safe and still, without him. Enter an Ædile. Ædile. Worthy Tribunes, There is a Slaue whom we haue put in prison,
[2800]
Reports the Volces with two seuerall Powers Are entred in the Roman Territories, And with the deepest malice of the Warre, Destroy, what lies before' em.
Mene. 'Tis Auffidius,
[2805]
Who hearing of our Martius Banishment, Thrusts forth his hornes againe into the world Which were In‑shell'd, when Martius stood for Rome, And durst not once peepe out.
Sicin.

Come, what talke you of Martius.

Bru.
[2810]
Go see this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be, The Volces dare breake with vs.
Mene. Cannot be? We haue Record, that very well it can, And three examples of the like, hath beene
[2815]
Within my Age. But reason with the fellow Before you punish him, where he heard this, Least you shall chance to whip your Information, And beate the Messenger, who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded.
Sicin.
[2820]

Tell not me: I know this cannot be.

Bru.

Not possible.

Enter a Messenger. Mes. The Nobles in great earnestnesse are going All to the Senate‑house: some newes is comming That turnes their Countenances. Sicin.
[2825]
'Tis this Slaue: Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raising, Nothing but his report.
Mes. Yes worthy Sir, The Slaues report is seconded, and more
[2830]
More fearfull is deliuer'd.
Sicin.

What more fearefull?

Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, How probable I do not know, that Martius Ioyn'd with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,
[2835]
And vowes Reuenge as spacious, as betweene The yong'st and oldest thing.
Sicin.

This is most likely.

Bru. Rais'd onely, that the weaker sort may wish Good Martius home againe. Sicin.
[2840]

The very tricke on't.

Mene. This is vnlikely, He, and Auffidius can no more attone Then violent'st Contrariety. Enter Messenger. Mes. You are sent for to the Senate:
[2845]
A fearefull Army, led by Caius Martius, Associated with Auffidius, Rages Vpon our Territories, and haue already O're‑borne their way, consum'd with fire, and tooke What lay before them.
Enter Cominius. Com.
[2850]

Oh you haue made good worke.

Mene.

What newes? What newes?

Com. You haue holp to rauish your owne daughters, & To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates, To see your Wiues dishonour'd to your Noses. Mene.
[2855]

What's the newes? What's the newes?

Com. Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd Into an Augors boare. Mene. Pray now, your Newes:
[2860]
You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes, If Martius should be ioyn'd with Volceans.
Com. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing Made by some other Deity then Nature, That shapes man Better: and they follow him
[2865]
Against vs Brats, with no lesse Confidence, Then Boyes pursuing Summer Butter‑flies, Or Butchers killing Flyes.
Mene. You haue made good worke, You and your Apron men: you, that stood so much
[2870]
Vpon the voyce of occupation, and The breath of Garlicke‑eaters.
Com.

Hee'l shake your Rome about your eares.

Mene. As Hercules did shake downe Mellow Fruite: You haue made faire worke. Brut.
[2875]

But is this true sir?

Com. I, and you'l looke pale Before you finde it other. All the Regions Do smilingly Reuolt, and who resists Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
[2880]
And perish constant Fooles: who is't can blame him? Your Enemies and his, finde something in him.
Mene. We are all vndone, vnlesse The Noble man haue mercy. Com. Who shall aske it?
[2885]
The Tribunes cannot doo't for shame; the people Deserue such pitty of him, as the Wolfe Doe's of the Shepheards: For his best Friends, if they Should say be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen As those should do that had deseru'd his hate,
[2890]
And therein shew'd like Enemies.
Me. 'Tis true, if he were putting to my house, the brand That should consume it, I haue not the face To say, beseech you cease. You haue made faire hands, You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire. Com.
[2895]
You haue brought A Trembling vpon Rome, such as was neuer S'incapeable of helpe.
Tri.

Say not, we brought it.

Mene. How? Was't we? We lou'd him,
[2900]
But like Beasts, and Cowardly Nobles, Gaue way vnto your Clusters, who did hoote Him out o'th'Citty.
Com. But I feare They'l roare him in againe. Tullus Affidius,
[2905]
The second name of men, obeyes his points As if he were his Officer: Desperation, Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence That Rome can make against them.
Enter a Troope of Citizens. Mene. Heere come the Clusters.
[2910]
And is Auffidius with him? You are they That made the Ayre vnwholsome, when you cast Your stinking, greasie Caps, in hooting At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's comming, And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head
[2915]
Which will not proue a whip: As many Coxcombes As you threw Caps vp, will he tumble downe, And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter, If he could burne vs all into one coale, We haue deseru'd it.
Omnes.
[2920]

Faith, we heare fearfull Newes.

1 Cit. for mine owne part, When I said banish him, I said 'twas pitty. 2

And so did I.

3

And so did I: and to say the truth, so did very ma­

[2925]

ny of vs, that we did we did for the best, and though wee

willingly consented to his Banishment, yet it was against

our will.

Com.

Y'are goodly things, you Voyces.

Mene. You haue made good worke
[2930]
You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll?
Com.

Oh I, what else?

Exeunt both. Sicin. Go Masters get you home, be not dismaid, These are a Side, that would be glad to haue This true, which they so seeme to feare. Go home,
[2935]
And shew no signe of Feare.
1 Cit.

The Gods bee good to vs: Come Masters let's

home, I euer said we were i'th wrong, when we banish'd

him.

2 Cit.

So did we all. But come, let's home.

Exit Cit. Bru.
[2940]

I do not like this Newes.

Sicin.

Nor I.

Bru. Let's to the Capitoll: would halfe my wealth Would buy this for a lye. Sicin.

Pray let's go.

Exeunt Tribunes.
 

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      <p n="2772">Where is he, heare you?</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2773">Nay I heare nothing:</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter three or foure Citizens.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <p n="2775">The Gods preserue you both.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2776">Gooden our Neighbours.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="2777">Gooden to you all, gooden to you all.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cit.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
      <l n="2778">Our selues, our wiues, and children, on our knees,</l>
      <l n="2779">Are bound to pray for you both.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2780">Liue, and thriue.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2781">Farewell kinde Neighbours:</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <p n="2783">Now the Gods keepe you.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-trs">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="2784">Farewell, farewell.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Citizens</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <l n="2785">This is a happier and more comely time,</l>
      <l n="2786">Then when these Fellowes ran about the streets,</l>
      <l n="2787">Crying Confusion.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2788">
         <hi rend="italic">Caius Martius</hi>was</l>
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      <l n="2791">Selfe‑louing.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <p n="2793">I thinke not so.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <l n="2794">We should by this, to all our Lamention,</l>
      <l n="2795">If he had gone forth Consull, found it so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2796">The Gods haue well preuented it, and Rome</l>
      <l n="2797">Sits safe and still, without him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter an Ædile.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-aed">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ædile.</speaker>
      <l n="2798">Worthy Tribunes,</l>
      <l n="2799">There is a Slaue whom we haue put in prison,</l>
      <l n="2800">Reports the Volces with two seuerall Powers</l>
      <l n="2801">Are entred in the Roman Territories,</l>
      <l n="2802">And with the deepest malice of the Warre,</l>
      <l n="2803">Destroy, what lies before' em.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2804">'Tis<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2809">Come, what talke you of<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2810">Go see this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be,</l>
      <l n="2811">The Volces dare breake with vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2812">Cannot be?</l>
      <l n="2813">We haue Record, that very well it can,</l>
      <l n="2814">And three examples of the like, hath beene</l>
      <l n="2815">Within my Age. But reason with the fellow</l>
      <l n="2816">Before you punish him, where he heard this,</l>
      <l n="2817">Least you shall chance to whip your Information,</l>
      <l n="2818">And beate the Messenger, who bids beware</l>
      <l n="2819">Of what is to be dreaded.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2820">Tell not me: I know this cannot be.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="2821">Not possible.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="2822">The Nobles in great earnestnesse are going</l>
      <l n="2823">All to the Senate‑house: some newes is comming</l>
      <l n="2824">That turnes their Countenances.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <l n="2825">'Tis this Slaue:</l>
      <l n="2826">Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raising,</l>
      <l n="2827">Nothing but his report.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="2828">Yes worthy Sir,</l>
      <l n="2829">The Slaues report is seconded, and more</l>
      <l n="2830">More fearfull is deliuer'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2831">What more fearefull?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="2832">It is spoke freely out of many mouths,</l>
      <l n="2833">How probable I do not know, that<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2834">Ioyn'd with<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>, leads a power 'gainst Rome,</l>
      <l n="2835">And vowes Reuenge as spacious, as betweene</l>
      <l n="2836">The yong'st and oldest thing.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2837">This is most likely.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2838">Rais'd onely, that the weaker sort may wish</l>
      <l n="2839">Good<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>home againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2840">The very tricke on't.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2841">This is vnlikely,</l>
      <l n="2842">He, and<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>can no more attone</l>
      <l n="2843">Then violent'st Contrariety.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="2844">You are sent for to the Senate:</l>
      <l n="2845">A fearefull Army, led by<hi rend="italic">Caius Martius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2846">Associated with<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>, Rages</l>
      <l n="2847">Vpon our Territories, and haue already</l>
      <l n="2848">O're‑borne their way, consum'd with fire, and tooke</l>
      <l n="2849">What lay before them.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cominius.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <p n="2850">Oh you haue made good worke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <p n="2851">What newes? What newes?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="2852">You haue holp to rauish your owne daughters, &amp;</l>
      <l n="2853">To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates,</l>
      <l n="2854">To see your Wiues dishonour'd to your Noses.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <p n="2855">What's the newes? What's the newes?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="2856">Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and</l>
      <l n="2857">Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd</l>
      <l n="2858">Into an Augors boare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2859">Pray now, your Newes:</l>
      <l n="2860">You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes,</l>
      <l n="2861">If<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>should be ioyn'd with Volceans.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="2862">If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing</l>
      <l n="2863">Made by some other Deity then Nature,</l>
      <l n="2864">That shapes man Better: and they follow him</l>
      <l n="2865">Against vs Brats, with no lesse Confidence,</l>
      <l n="2866">Then Boyes pursuing Summer Butter‑flies,</l>
      <l n="2867">Or Butchers killing Flyes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2868">You haue made good worke,</l>
      <l n="2869">You and your Apron men: you, that stood so much</l>
      <l n="2870">Vpon the voyce of occupation, and</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2871">The breath of Garlicke‑eaters.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <p n="2872">Hee'l shake your Rome about your eares.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2873">As Hercules did shake downe Mellow Fruite:</l>
      <l n="2874">You haue made faire worke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Brut.</speaker>
      <p n="2875">But is this true sir?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="2876">I, and you'l looke pale</l>
      <l n="2877">Before you finde it other. All the Regions</l>
      <l n="2878">Do smilingly Reuolt, and who resists</l>
      <l n="2879">Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,</l>
      <l n="2880">And perish constant Fooles: who is't can blame him?</l>
      <l n="2881">Your Enemies and his, finde something in him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2882">We are all vndone, vnlesse</l>
      <l n="2883">The Noble man haue mercy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="2884">Who shall aske it?</l>
      <l n="2885">The Tribunes cannot doo't for shame; the people</l>
      <l n="2886">Deserue such pitty of him, as the Wolfe</l>
      <l n="2887">Doe's of the Shepheards: For his best Friends, if they</l>
      <l n="2888">Should say be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen</l>
      <l n="2889">As those should do that had deseru'd his hate,</l>
      <l n="2890">And therein shew'd like Enemies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Me.</speaker>
      <l n="2891">'Tis true, if he were putting to my house, the brand</l>
      <l n="2892">That should consume it, I haue not the face</l>
      <l n="2893">To say, beseech you cease. You haue made faire hands,</l>
      <l n="2894">You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="2895">You haue brought</l>
      <l n="2896">A Trembling vpon Rome, such as was neuer</l>
      <l n="2897">S'incapeable of helpe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-tri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tri.</speaker>
      <p n="2898">Say not, we brought it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2899">How? Was't we? We lou'd him,</l>
      <l n="2900">But like Beasts, and Cowardly Nobles,</l>
      <l n="2901">Gaue way vnto your Clusters, who did hoote</l>
      <l n="2902">Him out o'th'Citty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <l n="2903">But I feare</l>
      <l n="2904">They'l roare him in againe.<hi rend="italic">Tullus Affidius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2905">The second name of men, obeyes his points</l>
      <l n="2906">As if he were his Officer: Desperation,</l>
      <l n="2907">Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence</l>
      <l n="2908">That Rome can make against them.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Troope of Citizens.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2909">Heere come the Clusters.</l>
      <l n="2910">And is<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>with him? You are they</l>
      <l n="2911">That made the Ayre vnwholsome, when you cast</l>
      <l n="2912">Your stinking, greasie Caps, in hooting</l>
      <l n="2913">At<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>Exile. Now he's comming,</l>
      <l n="2914">And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head</l>
      <l n="2915">Which will not proue a whip: As many Coxcombes</l>
      <l n="2916">As you threw Caps vp, will he tumble downe,</l>
      <l n="2917">And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter,</l>
      <l n="2918">If he could burne vs all into one coale,</l>
      <l n="2919">We haue deseru'd it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">Omnes.</speaker>
      <p n="2920">Faith, we heare fearfull Newes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cit.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1 Cit.</speaker>
      <l n="2921">for mine owne part,</l>
      <l n="2922">When I said banish him, I said 'twas pitty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cit.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
      <p n="2923">And so did I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cit.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
      <p n="2924">And so did I: and to say the truth, so did very ma­
      <lb n="2925"/>ny of vs, that we did we did for the best, and though wee
      <lb n="2926"/>willingly consented to his Banishment, yet it was against
      <lb n="2927"/>our will.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <p n="2928">Y'are goodly things, you Voyces.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-men">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mene.</speaker>
      <l n="2929">You haue made good worke</l>
      <l n="2930">You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-com">
      <speaker rend="italic">Com.</speaker>
      <p n="2931">Oh I, what else?</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt both.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <l n="2932">Go Masters get you home, be not dismaid,</l>
      <l n="2933">These are a Side, that would be glad to haue</l>
      <l n="2934">This true, which they so seeme to feare. Go home,</l>
      <l n="2935">And shew no signe of Feare.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0643-0.jpg" n="25"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cit.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1 Cit.</speaker>
      <p n="2936">The Gods bee good to vs: Come Masters let's
      <lb n="2937"/>home, I euer said we were i'th wrong, when we banish'd
      <lb n="2938"/>him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cit.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2 Cit.</speaker>
      <p n="2939">So did we all. But come, let's home.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit Cit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <p n="2940">I do not like this Newes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2941">Nor I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-bru">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bru.</speaker>
      <l n="2942">Let's to the Capitoll: would halfe my wealth</l>
      <l n="2943">Would buy this for a lye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-sic">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sicin.</speaker>
      <p n="2944">Pray let's go.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt Tribunes.</stage>
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