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He bow'd his nature, never known before
But to be rough, unswayable and free.

3 Con. Sir, his stoutness
When he did stand for Consul, which he lost
By lack of stooping

Auf. That I would have spoke of;
Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearch,
Presented to my knife his throat; I took him,
Made him joint servant with me; gave him way
In all his own desires ; nay, let him chuse
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
My best and freshest men ; serv'd his designments
In mine own person ; holpe to reape the Fame,
Which he did make all his; and took some pride
To do myself this wrong; 'till, at the last,
I seem’d his follower, not partner; and

He wag'd me with his countenance, as if
I had been mercenary.

i Con. So he did, my lord :
The army marvelld at it, and, at laft,
When he had carried Rime, and that we looked
For no less Spoil, than Glory-

Auf. There was it,
3 For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him;
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
As cheap as lies, he fold the Blood and Labour
Of our great Action; therefore shall he die,
And I'll renew me in his Fall. But, hark !

[Drums and Trumpets found, with great shouts

of the people. i Con. Your native Town you enter'd like a Post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the Air with noise.

· He wag'd me with his coun. me sufficiently rewarded with tenance,-) This is obscure. good looks. The meaning, I think, is, he 3 For which mx finecus fall be prescribed to me with an air of

frescb'd-] This is the point authority, and gave me his coun- on which I will attack him with tenance for my wages; thought my utmost abilities.

2 Con. And patient fools,
Whose children he hath Nain, their base throats tear,
Giving him Glory.

3 Con. Therefore, at your vantage,
Ere he express himself, or move the people
With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Which we will second. When he lies along,
After your way his Tale pronounc'd shall bury
His reasons with his body.

Auf. Say no more,
Here come the lords.

Enter the Lords of the City.
All Lords. You're most welcome home.

Auf. I have not deserv'd it.
But worthy lords, have you with heed perus’d
What I have written to you?

All. We have.

1 Lord. And grieve to hear it.
What faults he made before the last, I think,
Might have found easie fines; but there to end,
Where he was to begin, and give away
The benefit of our levies, * aniwering us
With our own charge, making a treaty where
There was a yielding; this admits no excuse.

Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.

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Enter Coriolanus, marching wiib drums and colours;

the Commons being with him. Cor. Hail, lords. I am return'd, your soldier ; No more infected with my country's love,

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Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
Under your great Command. You are to know,
That prosperously I have attempted, and
With bloody passage led your wars, even to
The gates of Rome. Our spoils, we have brought

Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
The charges of the action. We've made

With no less honour to the Antiates,
Than shame to th' Romans : and we here deliver,
Subscribed by the Consuls and Patricians,
Together with the seal o'th' Senate, what
We have compounded on.

Auf. Read it not, noble lords,
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
He hath abus'd your powers.

Cor. Traitor ! how now!
Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Cor. Marcius !

Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; dost thou think,
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stoln name
Coriolanus in Corioli ?
You Lords and Heads o'th' State, perfidiously
He has betray'd your business, and given up
For certain drops of falt, your city Rome,
I say, your city, to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten filk; never admitting
Counsel o'th' war, but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory,
That Pages blush'd at him; and men of heart
Look'd wondring each at other.

Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars !
Auf. Name not the God! thou boy of tears !
Cor. Ha!
Auf. No more.

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy? o Nave!
Vol. VI.


Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I'm forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
Must give this Cur the Lie; and his own Notion,
Who wears my stripes imprest upon him, that
Must bear my beating to his Grave, shall join
To thrust the lie unto him,

i Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volscians, men and lads,
Stain all your edges in me. Boy! False hound !
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-coat; I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli.
Alone I did it. Boy!.

Auf. Why, noble lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart
'Fore your own eyes and ears?

All Con. Let him die for't.
All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently.

(The Croud speak promiscuonfiy. He kill'd my son,–my daughter,-kill'd my cousin, He kill'd my father.

2 Lord. Peace,-no outrage-peace-
The man is noble, and 7 bis Fame folds in
This Orb o'th' earth; his last offences to us
Shall have judicious Hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

Cir. O that I had him,
With fix Aufidius's, or more, his tribe,
To ule my lawful sword

Auf. Infolent villain !
All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

[The confpirators all draw, and kill Marcius,

wbo falis, and Aufidius ftands on bim.
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.
Auf. My noble Masters, hear me speak.
i-bis fine folds in

Tbis ob oll'sarıb.-) His fame overspreads the world.

I Lord. . i Lord. O Tullus

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weep.

3 Lord. Tread not upon him-masters all, be quiet ; Put up your swords.

Auf. My lords, when you shall know, as in this rage
Provok'd by him you cannot, the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your Honours
To call me to your Senate, I'll deliver
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure.

i Lord. Bear from hence his body,
And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
As the most noble Coarse, that ever Herald
Did follow to his urn.

2 Lord. His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.

Auf. My Rage is gone,
And I am struck with forrow. Take him up :
Help three o'th'chiefest soldiers ; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully.
Trail your steel pikes


Though in this city he
Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory.

[Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead

March founded.


HE Tragedy of Coriolanus and tribunitian insolence in Bru

is one of the most amusing tus and Sicinius, make a very of our authour's performances. pleasing and interesting variety : The old man's merriment in and the various revolutions of the Menenius ;, the lofty lady's dig- hero's fortune fill the mind with nity in Volumnia; the bridal mo- anxious curiosity. There is, pesdefty in Virgilia; the patrician haps, too much bustle in the firft and military haughtiness in Co. act, and too little in the last. riolanus; the plebeian malignity,

The End of the SIXTH VOLUME.

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