This Ladies Husband heere; this (do you see)Whom you haue banish'd, does exceed you all.Bru.
Well, well, wee'l leaue you.
Sicin.Why stay we to be baitedWith one that wants her Wits.Exit Tribunes.Volum.
[2435]
Take my Prayers with you.I would the Gods had nothing else to do,But to confirme my Cursses. Could I meete 'emBut once a day, it would vnclogge my heartOf what lyes heauy too't.Mene.
[2440]
You haue told them home,And by my troth you haue cause: you'l Sup with me.Volum.Angers my Meate: I suppe vpon my selfe,And so shall sterue with Feeding: Come, let's go,Leaue this faint‑puling, and lament as I do,
[2445]
In Anger,
Iuno‑like: Come, come, come.
ExeuntMene.
Fie, fie, fie.
Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 3]
Enter a Roman, and a Volce.Rom.
I know you well sir, and you know mee: your
name I thinke is
Adrian.
Volce.
It is so sir, truly I haue forgot you.
Rom.
[2450]
I am a Roman, and my Seruices are as you are,
against 'em. Know you me
yet.
Volce.
Nicanor: no.
Rom.
The same sir.
Volce.
You had more Beard when I last saw you, but
[2455]
your Fauour is well appear'd by
your Tongue. What's
the Newes in Rome: I haue a Note from the Volcean
state to finde you out there. You haue well saued mee a
dayes iourney.
Rom.
There hath beene in Rome straunge Insurrecti
[2460]
ons: The people, against
the Senatours, Patricians, and
Nobles.
Vol.
Hath bin; is it ended then? Our State thinks not
so, they are in a most
warlike preparation, & hope to com
vpon them, in the heate of their
diuision
Rom.
[2465]
The maine blaze of it is past, but a small thing
would make it flame againe.
For the Nobles receyue so
to heart, the Banishment of that worthy
Coriolanus, that
they are in a ripe aptnesse, to take al
power from the peo
ple, and to plucke from them their Tribunes for euer.
[2470]
This lyes glowing I can tell you, and is almost mature for
the violent
breaking out.
Vol.
Coriolanus Banisht?
Rom.
Banish'd sir.
Vol.
You will be welcome with this intelligence
Ni
canor
.
Rom.
The day serues well for them now. I haue heard
it saide, the fittest time to
corrupt a mans Wife, is when
shee's falne out with her Husband. Your Noble
Tullus
Auffidius
wellwill appeare well in these Warres, his great
[2480]
Opposer
Coriolanus being now in no request of his coun
trey.
Volce.
He cannot choose: I am most fortunate, thus
accidentally to encounter you. You
haue ended my Bu
sinesse, and I will merrily accompany you home.
Rom.
[2485]
I shall betweene this and Supper, tell you most
strange things from Rome: all
tending to the good of
their Aduersaries. Haue you an Army ready say you?
Vol.
A most Royall one: The Centurions, and their
charges distinctly billetted
already in th'entertainment,
[2490]
and to be on foot at an houres warning.
Rom.
I am ioyfull to heare of their readinesse, and am
the man I thinke, that shall
set them in present Action. So
sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your
Company.
[Act 4, Scene 4]
Enter Coriolanus in meane Apparrell,
Dis
guisd, and muffled.
Corio.A goodly City is this
Antium. Citty,
'Tis I that made thy Widdowes: Many an heyreOf these faire Edifices fore my WarresHaue I heard groane, and drop: Then know me not,
[2500]
Least that thy Wiues with Spits, and Boyes with stonesIn puny Battell slay me. Saue you sir.Enter a Citizen.Cit.
And you.
Corio.
Direct me, if it be your will, where great
Auf
fidius
lies: Is he in
Antium?
Cit.
[2505]
He is, and Feasts the Nobles of the State, at his
house this night.
Corio.
Which is his house, beseech you?
Cit.
This heere before you.
Corio.
Thanke you sir, farewell.
Exit Citizen
[2510]
Oh World, thy slippery turnes! Friends now fast sworn,Whose double bosomes seemes to weare one heart,Whose Houres, whose Bed, whose Meale and ExerciseAre still together: who Twin (as 'twere) in Loue,Vnseparable, shall within this houre,
[2515]
On a dissention of a Doit, breake outTo bitterest Enmity: So fellest Foes,Whose Passions, and whose Plots haue broke their sleepTo take the one the other, by some chance,Some tricke not worth an Egge, shall grow deere friends
[2520]
And inter‑ioyne their yssues. So with me,My Birth‑place haue I, and my loues vponThis Enemie Towne: Ile enter, if he slay meHe does faire Iustice: if he giue me way,Ile do his Country Seruice.Exit.
[Act 4, Scene 5]
Musicke playes. Enter a Seruingman.1 Ser.
[2525]
Wine, Wine, Wine: What seruice is heere? I
thinke our Fellowes are
asleepe.
Enter another Seruingman.2 Ser.
Where's Cotus: my
M.
Master cals for him:
Cotus.
ExitEnter Coriolanus.Corio.A goodly House:The Feast smels well: but I appeare not like a Guest.Enter the first Seruingman.1 Ser.
[2530]
What would you haue Friend? whence are you?Here's no place for you: pray go to the doore?Exit.Corio.
I haue deseru'd no better entertainment, in be
ing
Coriolanus.
Enter second Seruant.2 Ser.
Whence are you sir? Ha's the Porter his eyes in
[2535]
his head, that he giues
entrance to such Companions?
Pray get you out.
Corio.
Away.
2 Ser.
Away? Get you away.
Corio.
Now th'art troublesome.
2 Ser.
[2540]
Are you so braue: Ile haue you talkt with anon
Enter 3 Seruingman, the 1 meets him.3
What Fellowes this?
1
A strange one as euer I look'd on: I cannot get him
me, dost
not thinke me for the man I am, necessitie com
mands me name my
selfe.
Auf.
What is thy name?
Corio.
[2580]
A name vnmusicall to the Volcians eares,And harsh in sound to thine.Auf.Say, what's thy name?Thou hast a Grim apparance, and thy FaceBeares a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torne,
[2585]
Thou shew'st a Noble Vessell: What's thy name?Corio.
Prepare thy brow to frowne: knowst
yͧ
thou me yet?
Auf.
I know thee not? Thy Name?
Corio.My name is
Caius Martius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volces
[2590]
Great hurt and Mischiefe: thereto witnesse mayMy Surname
Coriolanus. The painfull Seruice,
The extreme Dangers, and the droppes of BloodShed for my thanklesse Country, are requitted:But with that Surname, a good memorie
[2595]
And witnesse of the Malice and DispleasureWhich thou should'st beare me, only that name remains.The Cruelty and Enuy of the people,Permitted by our dastard Nobles, whoHaue all forsooke me, hath deuour'd the rest:
[2600]
And suffer'd me by th'voyce of Slaues to beHoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope(Mistake me not) to saue my life: for ifI had fear'd death, of all the Men i'th'World
[2605]
I would haue voided thee. But in meere spightTo be full quit of those my Banishers,Stand I before thee heere: Then if thou hastA heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuengeThine owne particular wrongs, and stop those maimes
[2610]
Of shame seene through thy Country, speed thee straightAnd make my misery serue thy turne: So vse it,That my reuengefull Seruices may proueAs Benefits to thee. For I will fightAgainst my Cankred Countrey, with the Spleene
[2615]
Of all the vnder Fiends. But if so be,Thou dar'st not this, and that to proue more FortunesTh'art tyr'd, then in a word, I also amLonger to liue most wearie: and presentMy throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice:
[2620]
Which not to cut, would shew thee but a Foole,Since I haue euer followed thee with hate,Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries brest,And cannot liue but to thy shame, vnlesseIt be to do thee seruice.Auf.
[2625]
Oh
Martius,
Martius;
Each word thou hast spoke, hath weeded from my heartA roote of Ancient Enuy. If IupiterShould from yond clowd speake diuine things,And say 'tis true; I'de not beleeue them more
[2630]
Then thee allͤNoble
Martius. Let me twine
Mine armes about that body, where againstMy grained Ash an hundred times hath broke,And scarr'd the Moone with splinters: heere I cleepThe Anuile of my Sword, and do contest
[2635]
As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue,As euer in Ambitious strength, I didContend against thy Valour. Know thou first,I lou'd the Maid I married: neuer manSigh'd truer breath. But that I see thee heere
[2640]
Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,Then when I first my wedded Mistris sawBestride my Threshold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee,We haue a Power on foote: and I had purposeOnce more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,
[2645]
Or loose mine Arme for't: Thou hast beate mee outTwelue seuerall times, and I haue nightly sinceDreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me:We haue beene downe together in my sleepe,Vnbuckling Helmes, fisting each others Throat,
[2650]
And wak'd halfe dead with nothing. Worthy
Martius,
Had we no other quarrell else to Rome, but thatThou art thence Banish'd, we would muster allFrom twelue, to seuentie: and powring WarreInto the bowels of vngratefull Rome,
[2655]
Like a bold Flood o're‑beate. Oh come, go in,And take our Friendly Senators by'th'handsWho now are heere, taking their leaues of mee,Who am prepar'd against your Territories,Though not for Rome it selfe.Corio.
[2660]
You blesse me Gods.
Auf.Therefore most absolute Sir, if thou wilt haueThe leading of thine owne Reuenges, takeTh'one halfe of my Commission, and set downeAs best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
[2665]
Thy Countries strength and weaknesse, thine own waiesWhether to knocke against the Gates of Rome,Or rudely visit them in parts remote,To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,Let me commend thee first, to those that shall
[2670]
Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes,And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,Yet
Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome.
ExeuntEnter two of the Seruingmen.1
Heere's a strange alteration?
2
By my hand, I had thoght to haue stroken him with
[2675]
a Cudgell, and yet my minde
gaue me, his cloathes made
a false report of him.
1
What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his
finger and his thumbe, as one
would set vp a Top.
2
Nay, I knew by his face that there was some‑thing
[2680]
in him. He had sir, a
kinde of face me thought, I cannot
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
[2715]
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
[2745]
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.
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<speaker rend="italic">1 Ser.</speaker>
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<stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">Enter second Seruant.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cor-ser.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2 Ser.</speaker>
<p n="2534">Whence are you sir? Ha's the Porter his eyes in
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<lb n="2536"/>Pray get you out.</p>
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<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2537">Away.</p>
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<sp who="#F-cor-ser.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2 Ser.</speaker>
<p n="2538">Away? Get you away.</p>
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<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2539">Now th'art troublesome.</p>
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<sp who="#F-cor-ser.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2 Ser.</speaker>
<p n="2540">Are you so braue: Ile haue you talkt with anon</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter 3 Seruingman, the 1 meets him.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2541">What Fellowes this?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2542">A strange one as euer I look'd on: I cannot get him
<lb n="2543"/>out o'th'house: Prythee call my Master to him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2544">What haue you to do here fellow? Pray you auoid
<lb n="2545"/>the house.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2546">Let me but stand, I will not hurt your Harth.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2547">What are you?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2548">A Gentleman.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2549">A maru'llous poore one.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2550">True, so I am.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2551">Pray you poore Gentleman, take vp some other sta
<lb n="2552"/>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0640-0.jpg" n="22"/>
<cb n="1"/>tion: Heere's no place for you, pray you auoid: Come.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2553">Follow your Function, go, and batten on colde
<lb n="2554"/>bits.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Pushes him away from him.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2555">What you will not? Prythee tell my Maister what
<lb n="2556"/>a strange Guest he ha's heere.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2557">And I shall.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit second Seruingman.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2558">Where dwel'st thou?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2559">Vnder the Canopy.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2560">Vnder the Canopy?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2561">I.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2562">Where's that?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2563">I'th City of Kites and crowes.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2564">I'th City of Kites and Crowes? What an Asse it is,
<lb n="2565"/>then thou dwel'st with Dawes too?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2566">No, I serue not thy Master.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2567">How sir? Do you meddle with my Master?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2568">I, tis an honester seruice, then to meddle with
<lb n="2569"/>thy Mistris: Thou prat'st, and prat'st, serue with thy tren
<lb n="2570"/>cher: Hence.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Beats him away</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Auffidius with the Seruingman.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cor-auf">
<speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
<p n="2571">Where is this Fellow?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2572">Here sir, I'de haue beaten him like a dogge, but for
<lb n="2573"/>disturbing the Lords within.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-auf">
<speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
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<expan>thou</expan>
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<l n="2575">Why speak'st not? Speake man: What's thy name?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2576">If<hi rend="italic">Tullus</hi>not yet thou know'st me, and seeing
<lb n="2577"/>me, dost not thinke me for the man I am, necessitie com
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</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-auf">
<speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
<p n="2579">What is thy name?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<l n="2580">A name vnmusicall to the Volcians eares,</l>
<l n="2581">And harsh in sound to thine.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-auf">
<speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
<l n="2582">Say, what's thy name?</l>
<l n="2583">Thou hast a Grim apparance, and thy Face</l>
<l n="2584">Beares a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torne,</l>
<l n="2585">Thou shew'st a Noble Vessell: What's thy name?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2586">Prepare thy brow to frowne: knowst<choice>
<abbr>yͧ</abbr>
<expan>thou</expan>
</choice>me yet?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-auf">
<speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
<p n="2587">I know thee not? Thy Name?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<l n="2588">My name is<hi rend="italic">Caius Martius</hi>, who hath done</l>
<l n="2589">To thee particularly, and to all the Volces</l>
<l n="2590">Great hurt and Mischiefe: thereto witnesse may</l>
<l n="2591">My Surname<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>. The painfull Seruice,</l>
<l n="2592">The extreme Dangers, and the droppes of Blood</l>
<l n="2593">Shed for my thanklesse Country, are requitted:</l>
<l n="2594">But with that Surname, a good memorie</l>
<l n="2595">And witnesse of the Malice and Displeasure</l>
<l n="2596">Which thou should'st beare me, only that name remains.</l>
<l n="2597">The Cruelty and Enuy of the people,</l>
<l n="2598">Permitted by our dastard Nobles, who</l>
<l n="2599">Haue all forsooke me, hath deuour'd the rest:</l>
<l n="2600">And suffer'd me by th'voyce of Slaues to be</l>
<l n="2601">Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,</l>
<l n="2602">Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope</l>
<l n="2603">(Mistake me not) to saue my life: for if</l>
<l n="2604">I had fear'd death, of all the Men i'th'World</l>
<l n="2605">I would haue voided thee. But in meere spight</l>
<l n="2606">To be full quit of those my Banishers,</l>
<l n="2607">Stand I before thee heere: Then if thou hast</l>
<l n="2608">A heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuenge</l>
<l n="2609">Thine owne particular wrongs, and stop those maimes</l>
<l n="2610">Of shame seene through thy Country, speed thee straight</l>
<l n="2611">And make my misery serue thy turne: So vse it,</l>
<l n="2612">That my reuengefull Seruices may proue</l>
<l n="2613">As Benefits to thee. For I will fight</l>
<l n="2614">Against my Cankred Countrey, with the Spleene</l>
<l n="2615">Of all the vnder Fiends. But if so be,</l>
<l n="2616">Thou dar'st not this, and that to proue more Fortunes</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="2617">Th'art tyr'd, then in a word, I also am</l>
<l n="2618">Longer to liue most wearie: and present</l>
<l n="2619">My throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice:</l>
<l n="2620">Which not to cut, would shew thee but a Foole,</l>
<l n="2621">Since I haue euer followed thee with hate,</l>
<l n="2622">Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries brest,</l>
<l n="2623">And cannot liue but to thy shame, vnlesse</l>
<l n="2624">It be to do thee seruice.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-auf">
<speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
<l n="2625">Oh<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>;</l>
<l n="2626">Each word thou hast spoke, hath weeded from my heart</l>
<l n="2627">A roote of Ancient Enuy. If Iupiter</l>
<l n="2628">Should from yond clowd speake diuine things,</l>
<l n="2629">And say 'tis true; I'de not beleeue them more</l>
<l n="2630">Then thee allͤNoble<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>. Let me twine</l>
<l n="2631">Mine armes about that body, where against</l>
<l n="2632">My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke,</l>
<l n="2633">And scarr'd the Moone with splinters: heere I cleep</l>
<l n="2634">The Anuile of my Sword, and do contest</l>
<l n="2635">As hotly, and as Nobly with thy Loue,</l>
<l n="2636">As euer in Ambitious strength, I did</l>
<l n="2637">Contend against thy Valour. Know thou first,</l>
<l n="2638">I lou'd the Maid I married: neuer man</l>
<l n="2639">Sigh'd truer breath. But that I see thee heere</l>
<l n="2640">Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,</l>
<l n="2641">Then when I first my wedded Mistris saw</l>
<l n="2642">Bestride my Threshold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee,</l>
<l n="2643">We haue a Power on foote: and I had purpose</l>
<l n="2644">Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,</l>
<l n="2645">Or loose mine Arme for't: Thou hast beate mee out</l>
<l n="2646">Twelue seuerall times, and I haue nightly since</l>
<l n="2647">Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me:</l>
<l n="2648">We haue beene downe together in my sleepe,</l>
<l n="2649">Vnbuckling Helmes, fisting each others Throat,</l>
<l n="2650">And wak'd halfe dead with nothing. Worthy<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>,</l>
<l n="2651">Had we no other quarrell else to Rome, but that</l>
<l n="2652">Thou art thence Banish'd, we would muster all</l>
<l n="2653">From twelue, to seuentie: and powring Warre</l>
<l n="2654">Into the bowels of vngratefull Rome,</l>
<l n="2655">Like a bold Flood o're‑beate. Oh come, go in,</l>
<l n="2656">And take our Friendly Senators by'th'hands</l>
<l n="2657">Who now are heere, taking their leaues of mee,</l>
<l n="2658">Who am prepar'd against your Territories,</l>
<l n="2659">Though not for Rome it selfe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-cor">
<speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
<p n="2660">You blesse me Gods.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-auf">
<speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
<l n="2661">Therefore most absolute Sir, if thou wilt haue</l>
<l n="2662">The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take</l>
<l n="2663">Th'one halfe of my Commission, and set downe</l>
<l n="2664">As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st</l>
<l n="2665">Thy Countries strength and weaknesse, thine own waies</l>
<l n="2666">Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome,</l>
<l n="2667">Or rudely visit them in parts remote,</l>
<l n="2668">To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,</l>
<l n="2669">Let me commend thee first, to those that shall</l>
<l n="2670">Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes,</l>
<l n="2671">And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,</l>
<l n="2672">Yet<hi rend="italic">Martius</hi>that was much. Your hand: most welcome.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter two of the Seruingmen.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2673">Heere's a strange alteration?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2674">By my hand, I had thoght to haue stroken him with
<lb n="2675"/>a Cudgell, and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made
<lb n="2676"/>a false report of him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2677">What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his
<lb n="2678"/>finger and his thumbe, as one would set vp a Top.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2679">Nay, I knew by his face that there was some‑thing
<lb n="2680"/>in him. He had sir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot<pb facs="FFimg:axc0641-0.jpg" n="23"/>
<cb n="1"/>tell how to tearme it.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2681">He had so, looking as it were, would I were hang'd
<lb n="2682"/>but I thought there was more in him, then I could think.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2683">So did I, Ile be sworne: He is simply the rarest man
<lb n="2684"/>i'th'world.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2685">I thinke he is: but a greater soldier then he,
<lb n="2686"/>You wot one.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2687">Who my Master?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2688">Nay, it's no matter for that.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2689">Worth six on him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2690">Nay not so neither: but I take him to be the greater
<lb n="2691"/>Souldiour.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2692">Fai<gap extent="1"
unit="chars"
reason="illegible"
agent="partiallyInkedType"
resp="#LMC"/>h looke you, one cannot tell how to say that: for
<lb n="2693"/>the Defence of a Towne, our Generall is excellent.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2694">I, and for an assault too.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the third Seruingman.</stage>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2695">Oh Slaues, I can tell you Newes, News you Rascals</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1 #F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<p n="2696">What, what, what? Let's partake.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2697">I would not be a Roman of all Nations; I had as
<lb n="2698"/>liue be a condemn'd man.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1 #F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<p n="2699">Wherefore? Wherefore?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2700">Why here's he that was wont to thwacke our Ge
<lb n="2701"/>nerall,<hi rend="italic">Caius Martius</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2702">Why do you say, thwacke our Generall?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2703">I do not say thwacke our Generall, but he was al
<lb n="2704"/>wayes good enough for him</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2705">Come we are fellowes and friends: he was euer too
<lb n="2706"/>hard for him, I haue heard him say so himselfe.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2707">He was too hard for him directly, to say the Troth
<lb n="2708"/>on't before<hi rend="italic">Corioles</hi>, he scotcht him, and notcht him like a
<lb n="2709"/>Carbinado.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2710">And hee had bin Cannibally giuen, hee might haue
<lb n="2711"/>boyld and eaten him too.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2712">But more of thy Newes.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2713">Why he is so made on heere within, as if hee were
<lb n="2714"/>Son and Heire to Mars, set at vpper end o'th'Table: No
<lb n="2715"/>question askt him by any of the Senators, but they stand
<lb n="2716"/>bald before him. Our Generall himselfe makes a Mistris
<lb n="2717"/>of him, Sanctifies himselfe with's hand, and turnes vp the
<lb n="2718"/>white o'th'eye to his Discourse. But the bottome of the
<lb n="2719"/>Newes is, our Generall is cut i'th'middle, & but one halfe
<lb n="2720"/>of what he was yesterday. For the other ha's halfe, by
<lb n="2721"/>the intreaty and graunt of the whole Table. Hee'l go he
<lb n="2722"/>sayes, and sole the Porter of Rome Gates by th'eares. He
<lb n="2723"/>will mowe all downe before him, and leaue his passage
<lb n="2724"/>poul'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2725">And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2726">Doo't? he will doo't: for look you sir, he has as ma
<lb n="2727"/>ny Friends as Enemies: which Friends sir as it were, durst
<lb n="2728"/>not (looke you sir) shew themselues (as we terme it) his
<lb n="2729"/>Friends, whilest he's in Directitude.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2730">Directitude? What's that?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2731">But when they shall see sir, his Crest vp againe, and
<lb n="2732"/>the man in blood, they will out of their Burroughes (like
<lb n="2733"/>Conies after Raine) and reuell all with him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2734">But when goes this forward:</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2735">To morrow, to day, presently, you shall haue the
<lb n="2736"/>Drum strooke vp this afternoone: 'Tis as it were a parcel
<lb n="2737"/>of their Feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2738">Why then wee shall haue a stirring World againe:
<lb n="2739"/>This peace is nothing, but to rust Iron, encrease Taylors,
<lb n="2740"/>and breed Ballad‑makers.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2741">Let me haue Warre say I, it exceeds peace as farre
<lb n="2742"/>as day do's night: It's sprightly walking, audible, and full
<lb n="2743"/>of Vent. Peace, is a very Apoplexy, Lethargie, mull'd,
<lb n="2744"/>deafe, sleepe, insensible, a getter of more bastard Chil<cb n="2"/>
<lb n="2745"/>dren, then warres a destroyer of men.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">2</speaker>
<p n="2746">'Tis so, and as warres in some sort may be saide to
<lb n="2747"/>be a Rauisher, so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great
<lb n="2748"/>maker of Cuckolds.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1</speaker>
<p n="2749">I, and it makes men hate one another.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.3">
<speaker rend="italic">3</speaker>
<p n="2750">Reason, because they then lesse neede one another:
<lb n="2751"/>The Warres for my money. I hope to see Romanes as
<lb n="2752"/>cheape as Volcians. They are rising, they are rising.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-cor-srv.1 #F-cor-srv.2">
<speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
<p n="2753">In, in, in, in.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
</div>
