Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters ’twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other’s throat,
And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish’d, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy, and pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o’er-bear. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepared against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.
Coriolanus
You bless me, gods!
Aufidius
Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
The leading of thine own revenges, take
The one half of my commission; and set down —
As best thou art experienced, since thou know’st
Thy country’s strength and weakness,— thine own ways;
Whether to knock 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
Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
And more a friend than e’er an enemy;
Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome!
Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. The two Servingmen come forward
First Servingman
Here’s a strange alteration!
Second Servingman
By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a false report of him.
First Servingman
What an arm he has! he turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
Second Servingman
Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: he had, sir, a kind of face, methought,— I cannot tell how to term it.
First Servingman
He had so; looking as it were — would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
Second Servingman
So did I, I’ll be sworn: he is simply the rarest man i’ the world.
First Servingman
I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on.
Second Servingman
Who, my master?
First Servingman
Nay, it’s no matter for that.
Second Servingman
Worth six on him.
First Servingman
Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the greater soldier.
Second Servingman
Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
First Servingman
Ay, and for an assault too.
Re-enter third Servingman
Third Servingman
O slaves, I can tell you news,— news, you rascals!
First Servingman
Second Servingman
What, what, what? let’s partake.
Third Servingman
I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemned man.
First Servingman
Second Servingman
Wherefore? wherefore?
Third Servingman
Why, here’s he that was wont to thwack our general,
Caius Marcius.
First Servingman
Why do you say ’thwack our general ’?
Third Servingman
I do not say ’thwack our general;’ but he was always good enough for him.
Second Servingman
Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
First Servingman
He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on’t: before Corioli he scotched him and notched him like a carbon ado.
Second Servingman
An he had been cannibally given, he might have broiled and eaten him too.
First Servingman
But, more of thy news?
Third Servingman
Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars; set at upper end o’ the table; no question asked him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: our general himself makes a mistress of him: sanctifies himself with’s hand and turns up the white o’ the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i’ the middle and but one half of what he was yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He’ll go, he says, and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.
Second Servingman
And he’s as like to do’t as any man I can imagine.
Third Servingman
Do’t! he will do’t; for, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as we term it, his friends whilst he’s in directitude.
First Servingman
Directitude! what’s that?
Third Servingman
But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.
First Servingman
But when goes this forward?
Third Servingman
To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the drum struck up this afternoon: ’tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
Second Servingman
Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
First Servingman
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it’s spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war’s a destroyer of men.
Second Servingman
’Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.
First Servingman
Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
Third Servingman
Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising.
All
In, in, in, in!
Exeunt
SCENE VI. ROME. A PUBLIC PLACE.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus
Sicinius
We hear not of him, neither need we fear him;
His remedies are tame i’ the present peace
And quietness of the people, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
Blush that the world goes well, who rather had,
Though they themselves did suffer by’t, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets than see
Our tradesmen with in their shops and going
About their functions friendly.
Brutus
We stood to’t in good time.
Enter Menenius
Is this Menenius?
Sicinius
’Tis he,’tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late.
Both Tribunes
Hail sir!
> Menenius
Hail to you both!
Sicinius
Your Coriolanus
Is not much miss’d, but with his friends:
The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do,
Were he more angry at it.
Menenius
All’s well; and might have been much better, if
He could have temporized.
Sicinius
Where is he, hear you?
Menenius
Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
Hear nothing from him.
Enter three or four Citizens
Citizens
The gods preserve you both!
Sicinius
God-den, our neighbours.
Brutus
God-den to you all, god-den to you all.
First Citizen
Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.
Sicinius
Live, and thrive!
Brutus
Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish’d Coriolanus
Had loved you as we did.
Citizens
Now the gods keep you!
Both Tribunes
Farewell, farewell.
Exeunt Citizens
Sicinius
This is a happier and more comely time
Than when these fellows ran about the streets,
Crying confusion.
Brutus
Caius Marcius was
A worthy officer i’ the war; but insolent,
O’ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
Self-loving,—
Sicinius
And affecting one sole throne,
Without assistance.
Menenius
I think not so.
Sicinius
We should by this, to all our lamentation,
If he had gone forth consul, found it so.
Brutus
The gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits safe and still without him.
Enter an Aedile
Aedile
Worthy tribunes,
There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
Reports, the Volsces with two several powers
Are enter’d in the Roman territories,
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before ’em.
Menenius
’Tis Aufidius,
Who, hearing of our Marcius’ banishment,
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;
Which were inshell’d when Marcius stood for Rome,
And durst not once peep out.
Sicinius
Come, what talk you
Of Marcius?
Brutus
Go see this rumourer whipp’d. It cannot be
The Volsces dare break with us.
Menenius
Cannot be!
We have record that very well it can,
And three examples of the like have been
Within my age. But reason with the fellow,
Before you punish him, where he heard this,
Lest you shall chance to whip your information
And beat the messenger who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.
Sicinius
Tell not me:
I know this cannot be.
Brutus
Not possible.
Enter a Messenger
Messenger
The nobles in great earnestness are going
All to the senate-house: some news is come
That turns their countenances.
Sicinius
’Tis this slave;—
Go whip him, ’fore the people’s eyes:— his raising;
Nothing but his report.
Messenger
Yes, worthy sir,
The slave’s report is seconded; and more,
More fearful, is deliver’d.
Sicinius
What more fearful?
Messenger
It is spoke freely out of many mouths —
How probable I do not know — that Marcius,
Join’d with Aufidius, leads a power ’gainst Rome,
And vows revenge as spacious as between
The young’st and oldest thing.
Sicinius
This is most likely!
Brutus
Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish
Good Marcius home again.
Sicinius
The very trick on’t.
Menenius
This is unlikely:
He and Aufidius can no more atone
Than violentest contrariety.
Enter a second Messenger
Second Messenger
You are sent for to the senate:
A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius
Associated with Aufidius, rages
Upon our territories; and have already
O’erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took
What lay before them.
Enter Cominius
Cominius
O, you have made good work!
Menenius
What news? what news?
Cominius
You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
To melt the city leads upon your pates,
To see your wives dishonour’d to your noses,—
Menenius
What’s the news? what’s the news?
Cominius
Your temples burned in their cement, and
Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
Into an auger’s bore.
Menenius
Pray now, your news?
You have made fair work, I fear me.— Pray, your news?—
If Marcius should be join’d with Volscians,—
Cominius
If!
He is their god: he leads them like a thing
Made by some other deity than nature,
That shapes man better; and they follow him,
Against us brats, with no less confidence
Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
Or butchers killing flies.
Menenius
You have made good work,
You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much on the voice of occupation and
The breath of garlic-eaters!
Cominius
He will shake
Your Rome about your ears.
Menenius
As Hercules
Did shake down mellow fruit.
You have made fair work!
Brutus
But is this true, sir?
Cominius
Ay; and you’ll look pale
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do smilingly revolt; and who resist
Are mock’d for valiant ignorance,
And perish constant fools. Who is’t can blame him?
Your enemies and his find something in him.
Menenius
We are all undone, unless
The noble man have mercy.
Cominius
Who shall ask it?
The tribunes cannot do’t for shame; the people
Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
Should say ‘Be good to Rome,’ they charged him even
As those should do that had deserved his hate,
And therein show’d like enemies.
Menenius
’Tis true:
If he were putting to my house the brand
That should consume it, I have not the face
To say ‘Beseech you, cease.’ You have made fair hands,
You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!
Cominius
You have brought
A trembling upon Rome, such as
was never
So incapable of help.
Both Tribunes
Say not we brought it.
Menenius
How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,
Who did hoot him out o’ the city.
Cominius
But I fear
They’ll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
The second name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer: desperation
Is all the policy, strength and defence,
That Rome can make against them.
Enter a troop of Citizens
Menenius
Here come the clusters.
And is Aufidius with him? You are they
That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
Coriolanus’ exile. Now he’s coming;
And not a hair upon a soldier’s head
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. ’Tis no matter;
If he could burn us all into one coal,
We have deserved it.
Citizens
Faith, we hear fearful news.
First Citizen
For mine own part,
When I said, banish him, I said ’twas pity.
Second Citizen
And so did I.
Third Citizen
And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will.
Cominius
Ye re goodly things, you voices!
Menenius
You have made
Good work, you and your cry! Shall’s to the Capitol?
Cominius
O, ay, what else?
Exeunt Cominius and Menenius
Sicinius
Go, masters, get you home; be not dismay’d:
These are a side that would be glad to have
This true which they so seem to fear. Go home,
And show no sign of fear.
First Citizen
The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let’s home.
I ever said we were i’ the wrong when we banished him.
Second Citizen
So did we all. But, come, let’s home.
Exeunt Citizens
Brutus
I do not like this news.
Sicinius
Nor I.
Brutus
Let’s to the Capitol. Would half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie!
Sicinius
Pray, let us go.
Exeunt
SCENE VII. A CAMP, AT A SMALL DISTANCE FROM ROME.
Enter Aufidius and his Lieutenant
Aufidius
Do they still fly to the Roman?
Lieutenant
I do not know what witchcraft’s in him, but
Your soldiers use him as the grace ’fore meat,
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