The Bodleian First Folio

Reference: aa3v - Tragedies, p. 6

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The Tragedie of Coriolanus.

[580]

I saw our party to their Trenches driuen, And then I came away. Com. Though thou speakest truth, Me thinkes thou speak'st not well. How long is't since? Mes.

Aboue an houre, my Lord.

Com.

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'Tis not a mile: briefely we heard their drummes. How could'st thou in a mile confound an houre, And bring thy Newes so late? Mes. Spies of the Volces Held me in chace, that I was forc'd to wheele

[590]

Three or foure miles about, else had I sir Halfe an houre since brought my report. Enter Martius. Com. Whose yonder, That doe's appeare as he were Flead? O Gods, He has the stampe of Martius, and I haue

[595]

Before time seene him thus. Mar.

Come I too late?

Com. The Shepherd knowes not Thunder frō from a Taber, More then I know the sound of Martius Tongue From euery meaner man. Martius.

[600]

Come I too late?

Com. I, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your owne. Mart. Oh! let me clip ye In Armes as sound, as when I woo'd in heart;

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As merry, as when our Nuptiall day was done, And Tapers burnt to Bedward. Com.

Flower of Warriors, how is't with Titus Lartius?

Mar. As with a man busied about Decrees: Condemning some to death, and some to exile,

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Ransoming him, or pittying, threatning th' other; Holding Corioles in the name of Rome, Euen like a fawning Grey‑hound in the Leash, To let him slip at will. Com. Where is that Slaue

[615]

Which told me they had beate you to your Trenches? Where is he? Call him hither. Mar. Let him alone, He did informe the truth: but for our Gentlemen, The common file, (a plague‑Tribunes for them)

[620]

The Mouse ne're shunn'd the Cat, as they did budge From Rascals worse then they. Com.

But how preuail'd you?

Mar. Will the time serue to tell, I do not thinke: Where is the enemy? Are you Lords a'th Field?

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If not, why cease you till you are so? Com. Martius, we haue at disaduantage fought, And did retyre to win our purpose. Mar. How lies their Battell? Know you on wͨ which side They haue plac'd their men of trust? Com.

[630]

As I guesse Martius, Their Bands i'th Vaward are the Antients Of their best trust: O're them Auffidious, Their very heart of Hope. Mar. I do beseech you,

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By all the Battailes wherein we haue fought, By th'Blood we haue shed together, By th'Vowes we haue made To endure Friends, that you directly set me Against Affidious, and his Antiats,

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And that you not delay the present (but Filling the aire with Swords aduanc'd) and Darts, We proue this very houre. Com. Though I could wish,

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You were conducted to a gentle Bath,

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And Balmes applyed to you, yet dare I neuer Deny your asking, take your choice of those That best can ayde your action. Mar. Those are they That most are willing; if any such be heere,

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(As it were sinne to doubt) that loue this painting Wherein you see me smear'd, if any feare Lessen his person, then an ill report: If any thinke, braue death out‑weighes bad life, And that his Countries deerer then himselfe,

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Let him alone: Or so many so minded, Waue thus to expresse his disposition, And follow Martius. They all shout and waue their swords, take him vp in their Armes, and cast vp their Caps. Oh me alone, make you a sword of me: If these shewes be not outward, which of you

[660]

But is foure Volces? None of you, but is Able to beare against the great Auffidious A Shield, as hard as his. A certaine number (Though thankes to all) must I select from all: The rest shall beare the businesse in some other fight

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(As cause will be obey'd:) please you to March, And foure shall quickly draw out my Command, Which men are best inclin'd. Com. March on my Fellowes: Make good this ostentation, and you shall

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Diuide in all, with vs. Exeunt

[Act 1, Scene 7] Titus Lartius, hauing set a guard vpon Carioles, going with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, and Caius Mar tius, Enters with a Lieutenant, other Souldiours, and a Scout. Lar. So, let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties As I haue set them downe. If I do send, dispatch Those Centuries to our ayd, the rest will serue For a short holding, if we loose the Field,

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We cannot keepe the Towne. Lieu.

Feare not our care Sir.

Lart. Hence; and shut your gates vpon's: Our Guider come, to th'Roman Campe conduct vs. Exit

[Act 1, Scene 8] Alarum, as in Battaile. Enter Martius and Auffidius at seueral doores. Mar. Ile fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee

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Worse then a Promise‑breaker. Auffid. We hate alike: Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot. Mar. Let the first Budger dye the others Slaue,

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And the Gods doome him after. Auf. If I flye Martius, hollow me like a Hare. Mar. Within these three houres Tullus Alone I fought in your Corioles walles, And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood,

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Wherein thou seest me maskt, for thy Reuenge Wrench vp thy power to th'highest. Auf. Wer't thou the Hector, That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny, Thou should'st not scape me heere. Heere they fight, and certaine Volces come in the ayde of Auffi. Martius fights til they be driuen in breathles.

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Officious and not valiant, you haue sham'd me In your condemned Seconds. Flourish.

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[Act 1, Scene 7] Titus Lartius, hauing set a guard vpon Carioles, going with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius, and Caius Mar tius, Enters with a Lieutenant, other Souldiours, and a Scout. Lar. So, let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties As I haue set them downe. If I do send, dispatch Those Centuries to our ayd, the rest will serue For a short holding, if we loose the Field,

[675]

We cannot keepe the Towne. Lieu.

Feare not our care Sir.

Lart. Hence; and shut your gates vpon's: Our Guider come, to th'Roman Campe conduct vs. Exit

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Reference: aa3v - Tragedies, p. 6