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The Tragedie of Coriolanus. Mes. Sir, if you'ld saue your life, flye to your House, The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune, And hale him vp and downe; all swearing, if
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The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home They'l giue him death by Inches.
Enter another Messenger. Sicin.

What's the Newes?

Mess. Good Newes, good newes, the Ladies haue (preuayl'd, The Volcians are dislodg'd, and Martius gone:
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A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome, No, not th'expulsion of the Tarquins.
Sicin. Friend, art thou certaine this is true? Is't most certaine. Mes. As certaine as I know the Sun is fire:
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Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it: Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide, As the recomforted through th'gates. Why harke you: Trumpets, Hoboyes, Drums beate, altogether. The Trumpets, Sack‑buts, Psalteries, and Fifes, Tabors, and Symboles, and the showting Romans,
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Make the Sunne dance. Hearke you.
A shout within Mene. This is good Newes: I will go meete the Ladies. This Volumnia, Is worth of Consuls, Senators, Patricians, A City full: Of Tribunes such as you,
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A Sea and Land full: you haue pray'd well to day: This Morning, for ten thousand of your throates, I'de not haue giuen a doit. Harke, how they ioy.
Sound still with the Shouts. Sicin. First, the Gods blesse you for your tydings: Next, accept my thankefulnesse. Mess.
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Sir, we haue all great cause to giue great thanks.

Sicin.

They are neere the City.

Mes.

Almost at point to enter.

Sicin.

Wee'l meet them, and helpe the ioy.

Exeunt.
[Act 5, Scene 5] Enter two Senators, with Ladies, passing ouer the Stage, with other Lords. Sena. Behold our Patronnesse, the life of Rome:
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Call all your Tribes together, praise the Gods, And make triumphant fires, strew Flowers before them: Vnshoot the noise that Banish'd Martius; Repeale him, with the welcome of his Mother: Cry welcome Ladies, welcome.
All.
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Welcome Ladies, welcome.

A Flourish with Drummes & Trumpets.
[Act 5, Scene 6] Enter Tullus Auffidius, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the Lords a'th'City, I am heere: Deliuer them this Paper: hauing read it, Bid them repayre to th'Market place, where I Euen in theirs, and in the Commons eares
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Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse: The City Ports by this hath enter'd, and Intends t'appeare before the People, hoping To purge himselfe with words. Dispatch.
Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction.

Most Welcome.

1. Con.

How is it with our Generall?

Auf.
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Euen so, as with a man by his owne Almes im­

poyson'd, and with his Charity slaine.

2. Con. Most Noble Sir, If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wisht vs parties: Wee'l deliuer you Of your great danger. Auf.
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Sir, I cannot tell,

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We must proceed as we do finde the People. 3. Con. The People will remaine vncertaine, whil'st 'Twixt you there's difference: but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all. Auf.
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I know it: And my pretext to strike at him, admits A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth: who being so heighten'd, He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery,
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Seducing so my Friends: and to this end, He bow'd his Nature, neuer knowne before, But to be rough, vnswayable, and free.
3. Consp. Sir, his stoutnesse When he did stand for Consull, which he lost
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By lacke of stooping.
Auf. That I would haue spoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came vnto my Harth, Presented to my knife his Throat: I tooke him, Made him ioynt‑seruant with me: Gaue him way
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In all his owne desires: Nay, let him choose Out of my Files, his proiects, to accomplish My best and freshest men, seru'd his designements In mine owne person: holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his; and tooke some pride
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To do my selfe this wrong: Till at the last I seem'd his Follower, not Partner; and He wadg'd me with his Countenance, as if I had bin Mercenary.
1. Con. So he did my Lord:
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The Army marueyl'd at it, and in the last, When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd For no lesse Spoile, then Glory.
Auf. There was it: For which my sinewes shall be stretcht vpon him,
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At a few drops of Womens rhewme, which are As cheape as Lies; he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action; therefore shall he dye, And Ile renew me in his fall. But hearke.
Drummes and Trumpets sounds, with great showts of the people. 1. Con. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste,
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And had no welcomes home, but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyse.
2. Con. And patient Fooles, Whose children he hath slaine, their base throats teare With giuing him glory. 3. Con.
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Therefore at your vantage, Ere he expresse himselfe, or moue the people With what he would say, let him feele your Sword: Which we will second, when he lies along After your way. His Tale pronounc'd, shall bury
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His Reasons, with his Body.
Auf.

Say no more. Heere come the Lords,

Enter the Lords of the City. All Lords.

You are most welcome home.

Auff. I haue not deseru'd it. But worthy Lords, haue you with heede perused
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What I haue written to you?
All.

We haue.

1. Lord. And greeue to heare't: What faults he made before the last, I thinke Might haue found easie Fines: But there to end
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Where he was to begin, and giue away The benefit of our Leuies, answering vs With our owne charge: making a Treatie, where There was a yeelding; this admits no excuse.
cc3 Auf.

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[Act 5, Scene 6] Enter Tullus Auffidius, with Attendants. Auf. Go tell the Lords a'th'City, I am heere: Deliuer them this Paper: hauing read it, Bid them repayre to th'Market place, where I Euen in theirs, and in the Commons eares
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Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse: The City Ports by this hath enter'd, and Intends t'appeare before the People, hoping To purge himselfe with words. Dispatch.
Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction.

Most Welcome.

1. Con.

How is it with our Generall?

Auf.
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Euen so, as with a man by his owne Almes im­

poyson'd, and with his Charity slaine.

2. Con. Most Noble Sir, If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wisht vs parties: Wee'l deliuer you Of your great danger. Auf.
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Sir, I cannot tell, We must proceed as we do finde the People.
3. Con. The People will remaine vncertaine, whil'st 'Twixt you there's difference: but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all. Auf.
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I know it: And my pretext to strike at him, admits A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth: who being so heighten'd, He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery,
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Seducing so my Friends: and to this end, He bow'd his Nature, neuer knowne before, But to be rough, vnswayable, and free.
3. Consp. Sir, his stoutnesse When he did stand for Consull, which he lost
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By lacke of stooping.
Auf. That I would haue spoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came vnto my Harth, Presented to my knife his Throat: I tooke him, Made him ioynt‑seruant with me: Gaue him way
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In all his owne desires: Nay, let him choose Out of my Files, his proiects, to accomplish My best and freshest men, seru'd his designements In mine owne person: holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his; and tooke some pride
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To do my selfe this wrong: Till at the last I seem'd his Follower, not Partner; and He wadg'd me with his Countenance, as if I had bin Mercenary.
1. Con. So he did my Lord:
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The Army marueyl'd at it, and in the last, When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd For no lesse Spoile, then Glory.
Auf. There was it: For which my sinewes shall be stretcht vpon him,
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At a few drops of Womens rhewme, which are As cheape as Lies; he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action; therefore shall he dye, And Ile renew me in his fall. But hearke.
Drummes and Trumpets sounds, with great showts of the people. 1. Con. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste,
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And had no welcomes home, but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyse.
2. Con. And patient Fooles, Whose children he hath slaine, their base throats teare With giuing him glory. 3. Con.
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Therefore at your vantage, Ere he expresse himselfe, or moue the people With what he would say, let him feele your Sword: Which we will second, when he lies along After your way. His Tale pronounc'd, shall bury
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His Reasons, with his Body.
Auf.

Say no more. Heere come the Lords,

Enter the Lords of the City. All Lords.

You are most welcome home.

Auff. I haue not deseru'd it. But worthy Lords, haue you with heede perused
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What I haue written to you?
All.

We haue.

1. Lord. And greeue to heare't: What faults he made before the last, I thinke Might haue found easie Fines: But there to end
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Where he was to begin, and giue away The benefit of our Leuies, answering vs With our owne charge: making a Treatie, where There was a yeelding; this admits no excuse.
Auf.

He approaches, you shall heare him.

Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme, and Colours. The Commoners being with him. Corio.
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Haile Lords, I am return'd your Souldier: No more infected with my Countries loue Then when I parted hence: but still subsisting Vnder your great Command. You are to know, That prosperously I haue attempted, and
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With bloody passage led your Warres, euen to The gates of Rome: Our spoiles we haue brought home Doth more then counterpoize a full third part The charges of the Action. We haue made peace With no lesse Honor to the Antiates
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Then shame to th'Romaines. And we heere deliuer Subscrib'd by'th'Consuls, and Patricians, Together with the Seale a'th Senat, what We haue compounded on.
Auf. Read it not Noble Lords,
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But tell the Traitor in the highest degree He hath abus'd your Powers.
Corio.

Traitor? How now?

Auf.

I Traitor, Martius.

Corio.

Martius?

Auf.
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I Martius, Caius Martius: Do'st thou thinke Ile grace thee with that Robbery, thy stolne name Coriolanus in Corioles? You Lords and Heads a'th'State, perfidiously He ha's betray'd your businesse, and giuen vp
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For certaine drops of Salt, your City Rome: I say your City to his Wife and Mother, Breaking his Oath and Resolution, like A twist of rotten Silke, neuer admitting Counsaile a'th'warre: But at his Nurses teares
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He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory, That Pages blush'd at him, and men of heart Look'd wond'ring each at others.
Corio.

Hear'st thou Mars?

Auf.

Name not the God, thou boy of Teares.

Corio.
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Ha?

Aufid.

No more.

Corio. Measurelesse Lyar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what containes it. Boy? Oh Slaue, Pardon me Lords, 'tis the first time that euer
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I was forc'd to scoul'd. Your iudgments my graue Lords Must giue this Curre the Lye: and his owne Notion, Who weares my stripes imprest vpon him, that Must beare my beating to his Graue, shall ioyne To thrust the Lye vnto him.
1 Lord.
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Peace both, and heare me speake.

Corio. Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads, Staine all your edges on me. Boy, false Hound: If you haue writ your Annales true, 'tis there, That like an Eagle in a Doue‑coat, I
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Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles. Alone I did it, Boy.
Auf. Why Noble Lords, Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune, Which was your shame, by this vnholy Braggart?
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'Fore your owne eyes, and eares?
All Consp.

Let him dye for't.

All People. Teare him to peeces, do it presently: He kill'd my Sonne, my daughter, he kill'd my Cosine Marcus, he kill'd my Father. 2 Lord.
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Peace hoe: no outrage, peace: The man is Noble, and his Fame folds in This Orbe o'th'earth: His last offences to vs Shall haue Iudicious hearing. Stand Auffidius, And trouble not the peace.
Corio.
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O that I had him, with six Auffidiusses, or more: His Tribe, to vse my lawfull Sword.
Auf.

Insolent Villaine.

All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. Draw both the Conspirators, and kils Martius, who falles, Auffidius stands on him. Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold.

Auf.
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My Noble Masters, heare me speake.

1. Lord.

O Tullus.

2. Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weepe. 3. Lord. Tread not vpon him Masters, all be quiet,
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Put vp your Swords.
Auf. My Lords, When you shall know (as in this Rage Prouok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger Which this mans life did owe you, you'l reioyce
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That he is thus cut off. Please it your Honours To call me to your Senate, Ile deliuer My selfe your loyall Seruant, or endure Your heauiest Censure.
1. Lord. Beare from hence his body,
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And mourne you for him. Let him be regarded As the most Noble Coarse, that euer Herald Did follow to his Vrne.
2. Lord. His owne impatience, Takes from Auffidius a great part of blame:
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Let's make the Best of it.
Auf. My Rage is gone, And I am strucke with sorrow. Take him vp: Helpe three a'th'cheefest Souldiers, Ile be one. Beate thou the Drumme that it speake mournfully:
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Traile your steele Pikes. Though in this City hee Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one, Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury, Yet he shall haue a Noble Memory. Assist.
Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius. A dead March Sounded.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3516">That I would haue spoke of:</l>
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      <l n="3523">In mine owne person: holpe to reape the Fame</l>
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      <l n="3528">I had bin Mercenary.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">1. Con.</speaker>
      <l n="3529">So he did my Lord:</l>
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      <l n="3532">For no lesse Spoile, then Glory.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3533">There was it:</l>
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      <l n="3535">At a few drops of Womens rhewme, which are</l>
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      <l n="3538">And Ile renew me in his fall. But hearke.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">2. Con.</speaker>
      <l n="3542">And patient Fooles,</l>
      <l n="3543">Whose children he hath slaine, their base throats teare</l>
      <l n="3544">With giuing him glory.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">3. Con.</speaker>
      <l n="3545">Therefore at your vantage,</l>
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      <l n="3547">With what he would say, let him feele your Sword:</l>
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      <l n="3550">His Reasons, with his Body.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <p n="3551">Say no more. Heere come the Lords,</p>
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      <p n="3552">You are most welcome home.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Auff.</speaker>
      <l n="3553">I haue not deseru'd it.</l>
      <l n="3554">But worthy Lords, haue you with heede perused</l>
      <l n="3555">What I haue written to you?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <p n="3556">We haue.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">1. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="3557">And greeue to heare't:</l>
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      <l n="3560">Where he was to begin, and giue away</l>
      <l n="3561">The benefit of our Leuies, answering vs</l>
      <l n="3562">With our owne charge: making a Treatie, where</l>
      <l n="3563">There was a yeelding; this admits no excuse.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <p n="3564">He approaches, you shall heare him.</p>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme, and Colours. The
      <lb/>Commoners being with him.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3565">Haile Lords, I am return'd your Souldier:</l>
      <l n="3566">No more infected with my Countries loue</l>
      <l n="3567">Then when I parted hence: but still subsisting</l>
      <l n="3568">Vnder your great Command. You are to know,</l>
      <l n="3569">That prosperously I haue attempted, and</l>
      <l n="3570">With bloody passage led your Warres, euen to</l>
      <l n="3571">The gates of Rome: Our spoiles we haue brought home</l>
      <l n="3572">Doth more then counterpoize a full third part</l>
      <l n="3573">The charges of the Action. We haue made peace</l>
      <l n="3574">With no lesse Honor to the<hi rend="italic">Antiates</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="3575">Then shame to th'Romaines. And we heere deliuer</l>
      <l n="3576">Subscrib'd by'th'Consuls, and Patricians,</l>
      <l n="3577">Together with the Seale a'th Senat, what</l>
      <l n="3578">We haue compounded on.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3579">Read it not Noble Lords,</l>
      <l n="3580">But tell the Traitor in the highest degree</l>
      <l n="3581">He hath abus'd your Powers.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <p n="3582">Traitor? How now?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <p n="3583">I Traitor,<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <p n="3584">
         <hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3585">I<hi rend="italic">Martius, Caius Martius</hi>: Do'st thou thinke</l>
      <l n="3586">Ile grace thee with that Robbery, thy stolne name</l>
      <l n="3587">
         <hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>in<hi rend="italic">Corioles</hi>?</l>
      <l n="3588">You Lords and Heads a'th'State, perfidiously</l>
      <l n="3589">He ha's betray'd your businesse, and giuen vp</l>
      <l n="3590">For certaine drops of Salt, your City Rome:</l>
      <l n="3591">I say your City to his Wife and Mother,</l>
      <l n="3592">Breaking his Oath and Resolution, like</l>
      <l n="3593">A twist of rotten Silke, neuer admitting</l>
      <l n="3594">Counsaile a'th'warre: But at his Nurses teares</l>
      <l n="3595">He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory,</l>
      <l n="3596">That Pages blush'd at him, and men of heart</l>
      <l n="3597">Look'd wond'ring each at others.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <p n="3598">Hear'st thou Mars?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <p n="3599">Name not the God, thou boy of Teares.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <p n="3600">Ha?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aufid.</speaker>
      <p n="3601">No more.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3602">Measurelesse Lyar, thou hast made my heart</l>
      <l n="3603">Too great for what containes it. Boy? Oh Slaue,</l>
      <l n="3604">Pardon me Lords, 'tis the first time that euer</l>
      <l n="3605">I was forc'd to scoul'd. Your iudgments my graue Lords</l>
      <l n="3606">Must giue this Curre the Lye: and his owne Notion,</l>
      <l n="3607">Who weares my stripes imprest vpon him, that</l>
      <l n="3608">Must beare my beating to his Graue, shall ioyne</l>
      <l n="3609">To thrust the Lye vnto him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1 Lord.</speaker>
      <p n="3610">Peace both, and heare me speake.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3611">Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads,</l>
      <l n="3612">Staine all your edges on me. Boy, false Hound:</l>
      <l n="3613">If you haue writ your Annales true, 'tis there,</l>
      <l n="3614">That like an Eagle in a Doue‑coat, I</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="3615">Flatter'd your Volcians in<hi rend="italic">Corioles</hi>.</l>
      <l n="3616">Alone I did it, Boy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3617">Why Noble Lords,</l>
      <l n="3618">Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune,</l>
      <l n="3619">Which was your shame, by this vnholy Braggart?</l>
      <l n="3620">'Fore your owne eyes, and eares?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cns">
      <speaker rend="italic">All Consp.</speaker>
      <p n="3621">Let him dye for't.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-pps">
      <speaker rend="italic">All People.</speaker>
      <l n="3622">Teare him to peeces, do it presently:</l>
      <l n="3623">He kill'd my Sonne, my daughter, he kill'd my Cosine</l>
      <l n="3624">
         <hi rend="italic">Marcus</hi>, he kill'd my Father.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lor.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2 Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="3625">Peace hoe: no outrage, peace:</l>
      <l n="3626">The man is Noble, and his Fame folds in</l>
      <l n="3627">This Orbe o'th'earth: His last offences to vs</l>
      <l n="3628">Shall haue Iudicious hearing. Stand<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="3629">And trouble not the peace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3630">O that I had him, with six<hi rend="italic">Auffidiusses</hi>, or more:</l>
      <l n="3631">His Tribe, to vse my lawfull Sword.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <p n="3632">Insolent Villaine.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cns">
      <speaker rend="italic">All Consp.</speaker>
      <l n="3633">Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Draw both the Conspirators, and kils Martius, who
      <lb/>falles, Auffidius stands on him.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lds">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lords.</speaker>
      <p n="3634">Hold, hold, hold, hold.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <p n="3635">My Noble Masters, heare me speake.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Lord.</speaker>
      <p n="3636">O<hi rend="italic">Tullus</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lor.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="3637">Thou hast done a deed, whereat</l>
      <l n="3638">Valour will weepe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lor.3">
      <speaker rend="italic">3. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="3639">Tread not vpon him Masters, all be quiet,</l>
      <l n="3640">Put vp your Swords.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3641">My Lords,</l>
      <l n="3642">When you shall know (as in this Rage</l>
      <l n="3643">Prouok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger</l>
      <l n="3644">Which this mans life did owe you, you'l reioyce</l>
      <l n="3645">That he is thus cut off. Please it your Honours</l>
      <l n="3646">To call me to your Senate, Ile deliuer</l>
      <l n="3647">My selfe your loyall Seruant, or endure</l>
      <l n="3648">Your heauiest Censure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lor.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="3649">Beare from hence his body,</l>
      <l n="3650">And mourne you for him. Let him be regarded</l>
      <l n="3651">As the most Noble Coarse, that euer Herald</l>
      <l n="3652">Did follow to his Vrne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-lor.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2. Lord.</speaker>
      <l n="3653">His owne impatience,</l>
      <l n="3654">Takes from<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>a great part of blame:</l>
      <l n="3655">Let's make the Best of it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3656">My Rage is gone,</l>
      <l n="3657">And I am strucke with sorrow. Take him vp:</l>
      <l n="3658">Helpe three a'th'cheefest Souldiers, Ile be one.</l>
      <l n="3659">Beate thou the Drumme that it speake mournfully:</l>
      <l n="3660">Traile your steele Pikes. Though in this City hee</l>
      <l n="3661">Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one,</l>
      <l n="3662">Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury,</l>
      <l n="3663">Yet he shall haue a Noble Memory. Assist.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius. A dead March
      <lb/>Sounded.</stage>
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