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As Coriolanus begins, two Roman patricians, Menenius and Martius, calm a revolt by the city’s famished plebians. Martius, who despises the plebians, announces that their petition to be represented by tribunes has been granted. When Volscian invaders attack Roman territories, Martius helps lead the Roman forces, and almost single-handedly conquers the Volscian city of Corioles, winning the name “Coriolanus.” The Volscian leader, Aufidius, swears revenge.
Victorious in battle, Coriolanus expects to be made a consul, but by custom he must ask for votes from the plebians. He does this so contemptuously that he is rejected as a consul. The tribunes later charge Coriolanus with treason and banish him from Rome. He seeks his former enemy, Aufidius.
Coriolanus and Aufidius join forces to conquer Rome. On the brink of success, Coriolanus is persuaded by his mother, Volumnia, to spare the city, though he knows it may cost him his life. Aufidius and his fellow conspirators plot Coriolanus’s death. Coriolanus returns to Corioles, where he is assassinated. Rome honors Volumnia for saving the city.
ACT 1
Scene 1
clubs , and other weapons .
speak .
famish ?
enemy to the people .
our own price . Is ’t a verdict ?
good . What authority surfeits on would
relieve us . If they would yield us but the superfluity
while it were wholesome , we might guess they
relieved us humanely . But they think we are too
dear . The leanness that afflicts us , the object of our
misery , is as an inventory to particularize their
abundance ; our sufferance is a gain to them . Let
us revenge this with our pikes ere we become
[9] ACT 1. SC. 1 rakes ; for the gods know I speak this in hunger for
bread , not in thirst for revenge .
Caius Martius ?
commonalty .
done for his country ?
him good report for ’t , but that he pays himself
with being proud .
famously he did it to that end . Though soft-conscienced
men can be content to say it was for
his country , he did it to please his mother and to be
partly proud , which he is , even to the altitude of
his virtue .
account a vice in him . You must in no way say he
is covetous .
He hath faults , with surplus , to tire in
repetition . ( Shouts within . ) What shouts are these ?
The other side o’ th’ city is risen . Why stay we prating
here ? To th’ Capitol !
hath always loved the people .
rest were so !
[11]ACT 1. SC. 1
you
With bats and clubs ? The matter ? Speak , I pray you .
Senate . They have had inkling this fortnight what
we intend to do , which now we’ll show ’em in
deeds . They say poor suitors have strong breaths ;
they shall know we have strong arms too .
neighbors ,
Will you undo yourselves ?
Have the patricians of you . For your wants ,
Your suffering in this dearth , you may as well
Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
Against the Roman state , whose course will on
The way it takes , cracking ten thousand curbs
Of more strong link asunder than can ever
Appear in your impediment . For the dearth ,
The gods , not the patricians , make it , and
Your knees to them , not arms , must help . Alack ,
You are transported by calamity
Thither where more attends you , and you slander
The helms o’ th’ state , who care for you like fathers ,
When you curse them as enemies .
cared for us yet . Suffer us to famish , and their
storehouses crammed with grain ; make edicts for
usury to support usurers ; repeal daily any wholesome
act established against the rich , and provide
more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain
[13] ACT 1. SC. 1 the poor . If the wars eat us not up , they will ;
and there’s all the love they bear us .
malicious
Or be accused of folly . I shall tell you
A pretty tale . It may be you have heard it ,
But since it serves my purpose , I will venture
To stale ’t a little more .
think to fob off our disgrace with a tale . But , an ’t
please you , deliver .
Rebelled against the belly , thus accused it :
That only like a gulf it did remain
I’ th’ midst o’ th’ body , idle and unactive ,
Still cupboarding the viand , never bearing
Like labor with the rest , where th’ other instruments
Did see and hear , devise , instruct , walk , feel ,
And , mutually participate , did minister
Unto the appetite and affection common
Of the whole body . The belly answered —
Which ne’er came from the lungs , but even thus —
For , look you , I may make the belly smile
As well as speak — it tauntingly replied
To th’ discontented members , the mutinous parts
That envied his receipt ; even so most fitly
As you malign our senators for that
They are not such as you .
The kingly crownèd head , the vigilant eye ,
The counselor heart , the arm our soldier ,
[15] ACT 1. SC. 1 Our steed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter ,
With other muniments and petty helps
In this our fabric , if that they —
’Fore me , this fellow speaks . What then ? What then ?
Who is the sink o’ th’ body —
What could the belly answer ?
If you’ll bestow a small — of what you have little —
Patience awhile , you’st hear the belly’s answer .
Your most grave belly was deliberate ,
Not rash like his accusers , and thus answered :
‘True is it , my incorporate friends ,’ quoth he ,
‘That I receive the general food at first
Which you do live upon ; and fit it is ,
Because I am the storehouse and the shop
Of the whole body . But , if you do remember ,
I send it through the rivers of your blood
Even to the court , the heart , to th’ seat o’ th’ brain ;
And , through the cranks and offices of man ,
The strongest nerves and small inferior veins
From me receive that natural competency
Whereby they live . And though that all at once ,
You , my good friends’ — this says the belly , mark
me —
[17]ACT 1. SC. 1
See what I do deliver out to each ,
Yet I can make my audit up , that all
From me do back receive the flour of all ,
And leave me but the bran .’ What say you to ’t ?
And you the mutinous members . For examine
Their counsels and their cares , digest things rightly
Touching the weal o’ th’ common , you shall find
No public benefit which you receive
But it proceeds or comes from them to you
And no way from yourselves . What do you think ,
You , the great toe of this assembly ?
Of this most wise rebellion , thou goest foremost .
Thou rascal , that art worst in blood to run ,
Lead’st first to win some vantage .
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs .
Rome and her rats are at the point of battle ;
The one side must have bale .
Hail , noble Martius .
That , rubbing the poor itch of your opinion ,
Make yourselves scabs ?
Beneath abhorring . What would you have , you curs ,
[19] ACT 1. SC. 1 That like nor peace nor war ? The one affrights you ;
The other makes you proud . He that trusts to you ,
Where he should find you lions , finds you hares ;
Where foxes , geese . You are no surer , no ,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice
Or hailstone in the sun . Your virtue is
To make him worthy whose offense subdues him ,
And curse that justice did it . Who deserves greatness
Deserves your hate ; and your affections are
A sick man’s appetite , who desires most that
Which would increase his evil . He that depends
Upon your favors swims with fins of lead ,
And hews down oaks with rushes . Hang you ! Trust
you ?
With every minute you do change a mind
And call him noble that was now your hate ,
Him vile that was your garland . What’s the matter ,
That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble senate , who ,
Under the gods , keep you in awe , which else
Would feed on one another ? — What’s their seeking ?
The city is well stored .
They’ll sit by th’ fire and presume to know
What’s done i’ th’ Capitol , who’s like to rise ,
Who thrives , and who declines ; side factions and
give out
Conjectural marriages , making parties strong
And feebling such as stand not in their liking
Below their cobbled shoes . They say there’s grain
enough ?
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth
And let me use my sword , I’d make a quarry
[21] ACT 1. SC. 1 With thousands of these quartered slaves as high
As I could pick my lance .
For though abundantly they lack discretion ,
Yet are they passing cowardly . But I beseech you ,
What says the other troop ?
’em !
They said they were an-hungry , sighed forth
proverbs
That hunger broke stone walls , that dogs must eat ,
That meat was made for mouths , that the gods sent
not
Corn for the rich men only . With these shreds
They vented their complainings , which being
answered
And a petition granted them — a strange one ,
To break the heart of generosity
And make bold power look pale — they threw their
caps
As they would hang them on the horns o’ th’ moon ,
Shouting their emulation .
Of their own choice . One’s Junius Brutus ,
Sicinius Velutus , and I know not . ’Sdeath !
The rabble should have first unroofed the city
Ere so prevailed with me . It will in time
Win upon power and throw forth greater themes
For insurrection’s arguing .
[23]ACT 1. SC. 1
Our musty superfluity .
Cominius , Titus Lartius , with other Senators .
See our best elders .
The Volsces are in arms .
Tullus Aufidius , that will put you to ’t .
I sin in envying his nobility ,
And , were I anything but what I am ,
I would wish me only he .
Upon my party , I’d revolt , to make
Only my wars with him . He is a lion
That I am proud to hunt .
Attend upon Cominius to these wars .
And I am constant . — Titus Lartius , thou
Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus’ face .
What , art thou stiff ? Stand’st out ?
[25]ACT 1. SC. 1
I’ll lean upon one crutch and fight with t’ other
Ere stay behind this business .
Our greatest friends attend us .
Right worthy you priority .
The Volsces have much corn ; take these rats thither
To gnaw their garners .
Worshipful mutineers ,
Your valor puts well forth . — Pray follow .
Too proud to be so valiant .
[27]ACT 1. SC. 2
Tickled with good success , disdains the shadow
Which he treads on at noon . But I do wonder
His insolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius .
In whom already he’s well graced , cannot
Better be held nor more attained than by
A place below the first ; for what miscarries
Shall be the General’s fault , though he perform
To th’ utmost of a man , and giddy censure
Will then cry out of Martius ‘O , if he
Had borne the business !’
Opinion that so sticks on Martius shall
Of his demerits rob Cominius .
Half all Cominius’ honors are to Martius ,
Though Martius earned them not , and all his faults
To Martius shall be honors , though indeed
In aught he merit not .
How the dispatch is made , and in what fashion ,
More than his singularity , he goes
Upon this present action .
Scene 2
That they of Rome are entered in our counsels
And know how we proceed .
[29]ACT 1. SC. 2
Whatever have been thought on in this state
That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
Had circumvention ? ’Tis not four days gone
Since I heard thence . These are the words — I think
I have the letter here . Yes , here it is .
known
Whether for east or west . The dearth is great .
The people mutinous ; and , it is rumored ,
Cominius , Martius your old enemy ,
Who is of Rome worse hated than of you ,
And Titus Lartius , a most valiant Roman ,
These three lead on this preparation
Whither ’tis bent . Most likely ’tis for you .
Consider of it .
We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
To answer us .
To keep your great pretenses veiled till when
They needs must show themselves , which , in the
hatching ,
It seemed , appeared to Rome . By the discovery
We shall be shortened in our aim , which was
To take in many towns ere almost Rome
Should know we were afoot .
Take your commission ; hie you to your bands .
Let us alone to guard Corioles .
If they set down before ’s , for the remove
Bring up your army . But I think you’ll find
They’ve not prepared for us .
I speak from certainties . Nay , more ,
[31] ACT 1. SC. 3 Some parcels of their power are forth already ,
And only hitherward . I leave your Honors .
If we and Caius Martius chance to meet ,
’Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
Till one can do no more .
Scene 3
to Martius . They set them down on two low stools
and sew .
in a more comfortable sort . If my son were my
husband , I should freelier rejoice in that absence
wherein he won honor than in the embracements
of his bed where he would show most love . When
yet he was but tender-bodied and the only son of
my womb , when youth with comeliness plucked
all gaze his way , when for a day of kings’ entreaties
a mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding ,
I , considering how honor would become
such a person — that it was no better than picture-like
to hang by th’ wall , if renown made it not
stir — was pleased to let him seek danger where he
was like to find fame . To a cruel war I sent him ,
from whence he returned , his brows bound with
oak . I tell thee , daughter , I sprang not more in joy
at first hearing he was a man-child than now in
first seeing he had proved himself a man .
[33]ACT 1. SC. 3
then ?
son ; I therein would have found issue . Hear me
profess sincerely : had I a dozen sons , each in my
love alike and none less dear than thine and my
good Martius , I had rather had eleven die nobly
for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out
of action .
visit you .
Methinks I hear hither your husband’s drum ,
See him pluck Aufidius down by th’ hair ;
As children from a bear , the Volsces shunning him .
Methinks I see him stamp thus and call thus :
‘Come on , you cowards ! You were got in fear ,
Though you were born in Rome .’ His bloody brow
With his mailed hand then wiping , forth he goes
Like to a harvestman that’s tasked to mow
Or all or lose his hire .
Than gilt his trophy . The breasts of Hecuba ,
When she did suckle Hector , looked not lovelier
Than Hector’s forehead when it spit forth blood
At Grecian sword , contemning . — Tell Valeria
We are fit to bid her welcome .
[35]ACT 1. SC. 3
And tread upon his neck .
What are you sewing here ? A fine spot , in
good faith . How does your little son ?
drum than look upon his schoolmaster .
very pretty boy . O’ my troth , I looked upon him o’
Wednesday half an hour together . H’as such a confirmed
countenance . I saw him run after a gilded
butterfly , and when he caught it , he let it go again ,
and after it again , and over and over he comes ,
and up again , catched it again . Or whether his fall
enraged him or how ’twas , he did so set his teeth
and tear it . O , I warrant how he mammocked it !
you play the idle huswife with me this afternoon .
threshold till my lord return from the wars .
[37]ACT 1. SC. 3
Come , you must go visit the good lady that lies in .
with my prayers , but I cannot go thither .
all the yarn she spun in Ulysses’ absence did but fill
Ithaca full of moths . Come , I would your cambric
were sensible as your finger , that you might leave
pricking it for pity . Come , you shall go with us .
not forth .
news of your husband .
news from him last night .
Thus it is : the Volsces have an army forth , against
whom Cominius the General is gone with one
part of our Roman power . Your lord and Titus Lartius
are set down before their city Corioles . They
nothing doubt prevailing , and to make it brief
wars . This is true , on mine honor , and so , I pray , go
with us .
in everything hereafter .
but disease our better mirth .
then . — Come , good sweet lady . — Prithee , Virgilia ,
turn thy solemness out o’ door , and go along with
us .
[39]ACT 1. SC. 4
wish you much mirth .
Scene 4
and Colors , with Captains and Soldiers , as before
the city of Corioles . To them a Messenger .
For half a hundred years . — Summon the town .
Now , Mars , I prithee , make us quick in work ,
That we with smoking swords may march from
hence
To help our fielded friends ! — Come , blow thy blast .
[41] ACT 1. SC. 4
Tullus Aufidius , is he within your walls ?
That’s lesser than a little .
Hark , our drums
Are bringing forth our youth . We’ll break our walls
Rather than they shall pound us up . Our gates ,
Which yet seem shut , we have but pinned with
rushes .
They’ll open of themselves .
Hark you , far off !
There is Aufidius . List what work he makes
Amongst your cloven army .
Now put your shields before your hearts , and fight
With hearts more proof than shields . — Advance ,
brave Titus .
They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts ,
Which makes me sweat with wrath . — Come on , my
fellows !
He that retires , I’ll take him for a Volsce ,
And he shall feel mine edge .
[43]ACT 1. SC. 4
You shames of Rome ! You herd of — Boils and
plagues
Plaster you o’er , that you may be abhorred
Farther than seen , and one infect another
Against the wind a mile ! You souls of geese ,
That bear the shapes of men , how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat ! Pluto and hell !
All hurt behind . Backs red , and faces pale
With flight and agued fear ! Mend , and charge home ,
Or , by the fires of heaven , I’ll leave the foe
And make my wars on you . Look to ’t . Come on !
If you’ll stand fast , we’ll beat them to their wives ,
As they us to our trenches . Follow ’s !
back to the gates of Corioles , which open to admit
them .
So , now the gates are ope . Now prove good
seconds !
’Tis for the followers fortune widens them ,
Not for the fliers . Mark me , and do the like .
the gates , and is shut in .
[45]ACT 1. SC. 5
With them he enters , who upon the sudden
Clapped to their gates . He is himself alone ,
To answer all the city .
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword ,
And when it bows , stand’st up ! Thou art left ,
Martius .
A carbuncle entire , as big as thou art ,
Were not so rich a jewel . Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato’s wish , not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes , but with thy grim looks and
The thunderlike percussion of thy sounds
Thou mad’st thine enemies shake , as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble .
by the enemy .
Let’s fetch him off or make remain alike .
Scene 5
At a cracked drachma . Cushions , leaden spoons ,
[47] ACT 1. SC. 5 Irons of a doit , doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them , these base slaves ,
Ere yet the fight be done , pack up . Down with them !
And hark , what noise the General makes ! To him !
There is the man of my soul’s hate , Aufidius ,
Piercing our Romans . Then , valiant Titus , take
Convenient numbers to make good the city ,
Whilst I , with those that have the spirit , will haste
To help Cominius .
Thy exercise hath been too violent
For a second course of fight .
My work hath yet not warmed me . Fare you well .
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me . To Aufidius thus
I will appear and fight .
Fall deep in love with thee , and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers’ swords ! Bold gentleman ,
Prosperity be thy page !
Than those she placeth highest ! So farewell .
Go sound thy trumpet in the marketplace .
Call thither all the officers o’ th’ town ,
Where they shall know our mind . Away !
[49]ACT 1. SC. 6
Scene 6
off
Like Romans , neither foolish in our stands
Nor cowardly in retire . Believe me , sirs ,
We shall be charged again . Whiles we have struck ,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
The charges of our friends . The Roman gods
Lead their successes as we wish our own ,
That both our powers , with smiling fronts
encount’ring ,
May give you thankful sacrifice !
Thy news ?
And given to Lartius and to Martius battle .
I saw our party to their trenches driven ,
And then I came away .
Methinks thou speak’st not well . How long is ’t
since ?
How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour
And bring thy news so late ?
Held me in chase , that I was forced to wheel
[51] ACT 1. SC. 6 Three or four miles about ; else had I , sir ,
Half an hour since brought my report .
That does appear as he were flayed ? O gods ,
He has the stamp of Martius , and I have
Before-time seen him thus .
More than I know the sound of Martius’ tongue
From every meaner man .
But mantled in your own .
In arms as sound as when I wooed , in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done
And tapers burnt to bedward !
Condemning some to death and some to exile ;
Ransoming him or pitying , threat’ning th’ other ;
Holding Corioles in the name of Rome
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash ,
To let him slip at will .
Which told me they had beat you to your trenches ?
Where is he ? Call him hither .
He did inform the truth . But for our gentlemen ,
[53] ACT 1. SC. 6 The common file — a plague ! Tribunes for them ! —
The mouse ne’er shunned the cat as they did budge
From rascals worse than they .
Where is the enemy ? Are you lords o’ th’ field ?
If not , why cease you till you are so ?
And did retire to win our purpose .
They have placed their men of trust ?
Martius ,
Their bands i’ th’ vaward are the Antiates ,
Of their best trust ; o’er them Aufidius ,
Their very heart of hope .
By all the battles wherein we have fought ,
By th’ blood we have shed together , by th’ vows we
have made
To endure friends , that you directly set me
Against Aufidius and his Antiates ,
And that you not delay the present , but ,
Filling the air with swords advanced and darts ,
We prove this very hour .
You were conducted to a gentle bath
And balms applied to you , yet dare I never
Deny your asking . Take your choice of those
That best can aid your action .
That most are willing . If any such be here —
[55] ACT 1. SC. 7 As it were sin to doubt — that love this painting
Wherein you see me smeared ; if any fear
Lesser his person than an ill report ;
If any think brave death outweighs bad life ,
And that his country’s dearer than himself ;
Let him alone , or so many so minded ,
Wave thus to express his disposition
And follow Martius .
take him up in their arms , and cast up their caps .
O , me alone ! Make you a sword of me ?
If these shows be not outward , which of you
But is four Volsces ? None of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his . A certain number ,
Though thanks to all , must I select from all .
The rest shall bear the business in some other fight ,
As cause will be obeyed . Please you to march ,
And I shall quickly draw out my command ,
Which men are best inclined .
Make good this ostentation , and you shall
Divide in all with us .
Scene 7
with Drum and Trumpet toward Cominius and Caius
Martius , enters with a Lieutenant , other Soldiers ,
and a Scout .
As I have set them down . If I do send , dispatch
Those centuries to our aid ; the rest will serve
[57] ACT 1. SC. 8 For a short holding . If we lose the field ,
We cannot keep the town .
camp conduct us .
Scene 8
Enter Martius and Aufidius at several doors .
Worse than a promise-breaker .
Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
More than thy fame and envy . Fix thy foot .
And the gods doom him after !
Hollo me like a hare .
Tullus ,
Alone I fought in your Corioles’ walls
And made what work I pleased . ’Tis not my blood
Wherein thou seest me masked . For thy revenge ,
Wrench up thy power to th’ highest .
Hector
That was the whip of your bragged progeny ,
Thou shouldst not scape me here .
the aid of Aufidius .
[59] ACT 1. SC. 9
shamed me
In your condemnèd seconds .
Aufidius and Martius exit , separately .
Scene 9
door , Cominius with the Romans ; at another door
Martius , with his arm in a scarf .
Thou ’t not believe thy deeds . But I’ll report it
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles ;
Where great patricians shall attend and shrug ,
I’ th’ end admire ; where ladies shall be frighted
And , gladly quaked , hear more ; where the dull
tribunes ,
That with the fusty plebeians hate thine honors ,
Shall say against their hearts ‘We thank the gods
Our Rome hath such a soldier .’
Yet cam’st thou to a morsel of this feast ,
Having fully dined before .
Here is the steed , we the caparison .
Hadst thou beheld —
Who has a charter to extol her blood ,
When she does praise me grieves me . I have done
As you have done — that’s what I can ;
Induced as you have been — that’s for my country .
He that has but effected his good will
Hath overta’en mine act .
[61]ACT 1. SC. 9
The grave of your deserving . Rome must know
The value of her own . ’Twere a concealment
Worse than a theft , no less than a traducement ,
To hide your doings and to silence that
Which , to the spire and top of praises vouched ,
Would seem but modest . Therefore , I beseech you —
In sign of what you are , not to reward
What you have done — before our army hear me .
To hear themselves remembered .
Well might they fester ’gainst ingratitude
And tent themselves with death . Of all the horses —
Whereof we have ta’en good and good store — of all
The treasure in this field achieved and city ,
We render you the tenth , to be ta’en forth
Before the common distribution
At your only choice .
But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe to pay my sword . I do refuse it
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing .
and cast up their caps and lances .
Cominius and Lartius stand bare .
May these same instruments , which you profane ,
Never sound more ! When drums and trumpets shall
I’ th’ field prove flatterers , let courts and cities be
Made all of false-faced soothing ! When steel grows
Soft as the parasite’s silk , let him be made
An ovator for th’ wars ! No more , I say .
For that I have not washed my nose that bled ,
Or foiled some debile wretch — which , without note ,
[63] ACT 1. SC. 9 Here’s many else have done — you shout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical ,
As if I loved my little should be dieted
In praises sauced with lies .
More cruel to your good report than grateful
To us that give you truly . By your patience ,
If ’gainst yourself you be incensed , we’ll put you ,
Like one that means his proper harm , in manacles ,
Then reason safely with you . Therefore be it known ,
As to us to all the world , that Caius Martius
Wears this war’s garland , in token of the which
My noble steed , known to the camp , I give him ,
With all his trim belonging . And from this time ,
For what he did before Corioles , call him ,
With all th’ applause and clamor of the host ,
Martius Caius Coriolanus ! Bear
Th’ addition nobly ever !
And when my face is fair , you shall perceive
Whether I blush or no . Howbeit , I thank you .
I mean to stride your steed and at all times
To undercrest your good addition
To th’ fairness of my power .
Where , ere we do repose us , we will write
To Rome of our success . — You , Titus Lartius ,
Must to Corioles back . Send us to Rome
The best , with whom we may articulate
For their own good and ours .
[65]ACT 1. SC. 10
Refused most princely gifts , am bound to beg
Of my lord general .
At a poor man’s house ; he used me kindly .
He cried to me ; I saw him prisoner ;
But then Aufidius was within my view ,
And wrath o’erwhelmed my pity . I request you
To give my poor host freedom .
Were he the butcher of my son , he should
Be free as is the wind . — Deliver him , Titus .
I am weary ; yea , my memory is tired .
Have we no wine here ?
The blood upon your visage dries ; ’tis time
It should be looked to . Come .
Scene 10
I would I were a Roman , for I cannot ,
Being a Volsce , be that I am . Condition ?
What good condition can a treaty find
[67] ACT 1. SC. 10 I’ th’ part that is at mercy ? Five times , Martius ,
I have fought with thee ; so often hast thou beat me
And wouldst do so , I think , should we encounter
As often as we eat . By th’ elements ,
If e’er again I meet him beard to beard ,
He’s mine , or I am his . Mine emulation
Hath not that honor in ’t it had ; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force ,
True sword to sword , I’ll potch at him some way
Or wrath or craft may get him .
With only suff’ring stain by him ; for him
Shall fly out of itself . Nor sleep nor sanctuary ,
Being naked , sick , nor fane nor Capitol ,
The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice ,
Embarquements all of fury , shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom ’gainst
My hate to Martius . Where I find him , were it
At home , upon my brother’s guard , even there ,
Against the hospitable canon , would I
Wash my fierce hand in ’s heart . Go you to th’ city ;
Learn how ’tis held and what they are that must
Be hostages for Rome .
’Tis south the city mills — bring me word thither
How the world goes , that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey .
Soldiers through another .
[71]
ACT 2
Scene 1
Sicinius and Brutus .
tonight .
for they love not Martius .
would the noble Martius .
You two are old men ; tell me one thing that I shall
ask you .
you two have not in abundance ?
you are censured here in the city , I mean of us o’
th’ right-hand file , do you ?
[73]ACT 2. SC. 1
be angry ?
thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience .
Give your dispositions the reins , and be
angry at your pleasures , at the least , if you take it
as a pleasure to you in being so . You blame Martius
for being proud .
your helps are many , or else your actions would
grow wondrous single . Your abilities are too infantlike
for doing much alone . You talk of pride . O ,
that you could turn your eyes toward the napes
of your necks and make but an interior survey of
your good selves ! O , that you could !
unmeriting , proud , violent , testy magistrates , alias
fools , as any in Rome .
one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of
allaying Tiber in ’t ; said to be something imperfect
in favoring the first complaint , hasty and tinder-like
upon too trivial motion ; one that converses
more with the buttock of the night than with the
forehead of the morning . What I think I utter ,
and spend my malice in my breath . Meeting two
such wealsmen as you are — I cannot call you
Lycurguses — if the drink you give me touch my
palate adversely , I make a crooked face at it . I cannot
say your Worships have delivered the matter
well when I find the ass in compound with the
[75] ACT 2. SC. 1 major part of your syllables . And though I must
be content to bear with those that say you are reverend
grave men , yet they lie deadly that tell you
have good faces . If you see this in the map of my
microcosm , follows it that I am known well enough
too ? What harm can your bisson conspectuities
glean out of this character , if I be known well
enough , too ?
You are ambitious for poor knaves’ caps
and legs . You wear out a good wholesome forenoon
in hearing a cause between an orange-wife
and a faucet-seller , and then rejourn the controversy
of threepence to a second day of audience .
When you are hearing a matter between party and
party , if you chance to be pinched with the colic ,
you make faces like mummers , set up the bloody
flag against all patience , and , in roaring for a
chamber pot , dismiss the controversy bleeding ,
the more entangled by your hearing . All the peace
you make in their cause is calling both the parties
knaves . You are a pair of strange ones .
perfecter giber for the table than a necessary
bencher in the Capitol .
they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as
you are . When you speak best unto the purpose , it
is not worth the wagging of your beards , and your
beards deserve not so honorable a grave as to
stuff a botcher’s cushion or to be entombed in an
ass’s packsaddle . Yet you must be saying Martius is
proud , who , in a cheap estimation , is worth all
your predecessors since Deucalion , though peradventure
some of the best of ’em were hereditary
[77] ACT 2. SC. 1 hangmen . Good e’en to your Worships . More of
your conversation would infect my brain , being
the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians . I will be
bold to take my leave of you .
How now , my as fair as noble ladies — and the
moon , were she earthly , no nobler — whither do
you follow your eyes so fast ?
For the love of Juno , let’s go !
approbation .
throws his cap in the air . ) Hoo ! Martius coming
home ?
a paper . The state hath another , his wife another ,
and I think there’s one at home for you .
letter for me ?
seven years’ health , in which time I will make a lip
at the physician . The most sovereign prescription
in Galen is but empiricutic and , to this preservative ,
of no better report than a horse drench . Is he not
wounded ? He was wont to come home wounded .
victory in his pocket , the wounds become him .
[79]ACT 2. SC. 1
time home with the oaken garland .
but Aufidius got off .
that . An he had stayed by him , I would not have
been so ’fidiused for all the chests in Corioles and
the gold that’s in them . Is the Senate possessed of
this ?
Senate has letters from the General , wherein he
gives my son the whole name of the war . He hath
in this action outdone his former deeds doubly .
him .
his true purchasing .
he wounded ?
good Worships ! Martius is coming home ; he has
more cause to be proud . — Where is he wounded ?
be large cicatrices to show the people when he
shall stand for his place . He received in the repulse
of Tarquin seven hurts i’ th’ body .
nine that I know .
wounds upon him .
enemy’s grave . ( A shout and flourish . ) Hark , the
trumpets !
[81]ACT 2. SC. 1
he carries noise , and behind him he leaves tears .
Death , that dark spirit , in ’s nervy arm doth lie ,
Which , being advanced , declines , and then men die .
them Coriolanus crowned with an oaken garland , with
Captains and Soldiers and a Herald . Trumpets sound .
Within Corioles’ gates , where he hath won ,
With fame , a name to Martius Caius ; these
In honor follows ‘Coriolanus .’
Welcome to Rome , renownèd Coriolanus .
Pray now , no more .
You have , I know , petitioned all the gods
For my prosperity .
My gentle Martius , worthy Caius , and
By deed-achieving honor newly named —
What is it ? Coriolanus must I call thee ?
But , O , thy wife —
Wouldst thou have laughed had I come coffined
home ,
That weep’st to see me triumph ? Ah , my dear ,
[83] ACT 2. SC. 1 Such eyes the widows in Corioles wear
And mothers that lack sons .
thee !
pardon .
And , welcome , general . — And you’re welcome all .
And I could laugh ; I am light and heavy . Welcome .
A curse begin at very root on ’s heart
That is not glad to see thee ! You are three
That Rome should dote on ; yet , by the faith of men ,
We have some old crab trees here at home that will
not
Be grafted to your relish . Yet welcome , warriors !
We call a nettle but a nettle , and
The faults of fools but folly .
and yours .
Ere in our own house I do shade my head ,
The good patricians must be visited ,
From whom I have received not only greetings ,
But with them change of honors .
To see inherited my very wishes
And the buildings of my fancy . Only
There’s one thing wanting , which I doubt not but
Our Rome will cast upon thee .
[85]ACT 2. SC. 1
I had rather be their servant in my way
Than sway with them in theirs .
Are spectacled to see him . Your prattling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry
While she chats him . The kitchen malkin pins
Her richest lockram ’bout her reechy neck ,
Clamb’ring the walls to eye him . Stalls , bulks ,
windows
Are smothered up , leads filled , and ridges horsed
With variable complexions , all agreeing
In earnestness to see him . Seld-shown flamens
Do press among the popular throngs and puff
To win a vulgar station . Our veiled dames
Commit the war of white and damask in
Their nicely-gauded cheeks to th’ wanton spoil
Of Phoebus’ burning kisses . Such a pother ,
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slyly crept into his human powers
And gave him graceful posture .
I warrant him consul .
During his power , go sleep .
From where he should begin and end , but will
Lose those he hath won .
[87]ACT 2. SC. 1
not
The commoners , for whom we stand , but they
Upon their ancient malice will forget
With the least cause these his new honors — which
That he will give them make I as little question
As he is proud to do ’t .
Were he to stand for consul , never would he
Appear i’ th’ marketplace nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility ,
Nor showing , as the manner is , his wounds
To th’ people , beg their stinking breaths .
Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him
And the desire of the nobles .
Than have him hold that purpose and to put it
In execution .
A sure destruction .
To him , or our authority’s for an end .
We must suggest the people in what hatred
He still hath held them ; that to ’s power he would
Have made them mules , silenced their pleaders , and
Dispropertied their freedoms ; holding them
In human action and capacity
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
Than camels in their war , who have their provand
Only for bearing burdens , and sore blows
For sinking under them .
[89]ACT 2. SC. 2
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall touch the people — which time shall not want
If he be put upon ’t , and that’s as easy
As to set dogs on sheep — will be his fire
To kindle their dry stubble , and their blaze
Shall darken him forever .
That Martius shall be consul . I have seen
The dumb men throng to see him , and the blind
To hear him speak ; matrons flung gloves ,
Ladies and maids their scarves and handkerchiefs ,
Upon him as he passed ; the nobles bended
As to Jove’s statue , and the Commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts .
I never saw the like .
And carry with us ears and eyes for th’ time ,
But hearts for the event .
Scene 2
in the Capitol .
many stand for consulships ?
everyone Coriolanus will carry it .
[91]ACT 2. SC. 2
proud and loves not the common people .
men that have flattered the people who ne’er loved
them ; and there be many that they have loved they
know not wherefore ; so that , if they love they
know not why , they hate upon no better a ground .
Therefore , for Coriolanus neither to care whether
they love or hate him manifests the true knowledge
he has in their disposition and , out of his noble
carelessness , lets them plainly see ’t .
love or no , he waved indifferently ’twixt doing them
neither good nor harm ; but he seeks their hate with
greater devotion than they can render it him and
leaves nothing undone that may fully discover him
their opposite . Now , to seem to affect the malice
and displeasure of the people is as bad as that
which he dislikes , to flatter them for their love .
country , and his ascent is not by such easy degrees
as those who , having been supple and courteous to
the people , bonneted , without any further deed to
have them at all into their estimation and report ;
but he hath so planted his honors in their eyes and
his actions in their hearts that for their tongues to
be silent and not confess so much were a kind of
ingrateful injury . To report otherwise were a malice
that , giving itself the lie , would pluck reproof
and rebuke from every ear that heard it .
Make way . They are coming .
people , Lictors before them ; Coriolanus , Menenius ,
Cominius the consul . The Patricians sit . Sicinius
[93] ACT 2. SC. 2 and Brutus take their places by themselves .
Coriolanus stands .
To send for Titus Lartius , it remains ,
As the main point of this our after-meeting ,
To gratify his noble service that
Hath thus stood for his country . Therefore please
you ,
Most reverend and grave elders , to desire
The present consul and last general
In our well-found successes to report
A little of that worthy work performed
By Martius Caius Coriolanus , whom
We met here both to thank and to remember
With honors like himself .
Leave nothing out for length , and make us think
Rather our state’s defective for requital ,
Than we to stretch it out .
Masters o’ th’ people ,
We do request your kindest ears and , after ,
Your loving motion toward the common body
To yield what passes here .
Upon a pleasing treaty and have hearts
Inclinable to honor and advance
The theme of our assembly .
We shall be blest to do if he remember
A kinder value of the people than
He hath hereto prized them at .
I would you rather had been silent . Please you
To hear Cominius speak ?
[95]ACT 2. SC. 2
But yet my caution was more pertinent
Than the rebuke you give it .
But tie him not to be their bedfellow . —
Worthy Cominius , speak .
Nay , keep your place .
What you have nobly done .
I had rather have my wounds to heal again
Than hear say how I got them .
My words disbenched you not ?
When blows have made me stay , I fled from words .
You soothed not , therefore hurt not ; but your
people ,
I love them as they weigh .
When the alarum were struck than idly sit
To hear my nothings monstered .
Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter —
That’s thousand to one good one — when you now
see
He had rather venture all his limbs for honor
Than one on ’s ears to hear it . — Proceed , Cominius .
Should not be uttered feebly . It is held
That valor is the chiefest virtue and
[97] ACT 2. SC. 2 Most dignifies the haver ; if it be ,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpoised . At sixteen years ,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome , he fought
Beyond the mark of others . Our then dictator ,
Whom with all praise I point at , saw him fight
When with his Amazonian chin he drove
The bristled lips before him . He bestrid
An o’erpressed Roman and i’ th’ Consul’s view
Slew three opposers . Tarquin’s self he met
And struck him on his knee . In that day’s feats ,
When he might act the woman in the scene ,
He proved best man i’ th’ field and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak . His pupil age
Man-entered thus , he waxèd like a sea ,
And in the brunt of seventeen battles since
He lurched all swords of the garland . For this last ,
Before and in Corioles , let me say ,
I cannot speak him home . He stopped the flyers
And by his rare example made the coward
Turn terror into sport . As weeds before
A vessel under sail , so men obeyed
And fell below his stem . His sword , Death’s stamp ,
Where it did mark , it took ; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood , whose every motion
Was timed with dying cries . Alone he entered
The mortal gate o’ th’ city , which he painted
With shunless destiny ; aidless came off
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioles like a planet . Now all’s his ,
When by and by the din of war gan pierce
His ready sense ; then straight his doubled spirit
Requickened what in flesh was fatigate ,
And to the battle came he , where he did
Run reeking o’er the lives of men as if
’Twere a perpetual spoil ; and till we called
[99] ACT 2. SC. 2 Both field and city ours , he never stood
To ease his breast with panting .
Which we devise him .
And looked upon things precious as they were
The common muck of the world . He covets less
Than misery itself would give , rewards
His deeds with doing them , and is content
To spend the time to end it .
Let him be called for .
To make thee consul .
My life and services .
That you do speak to the people .
Let me o’erleap that custom , for I cannot
Put on the gown , stand naked , and entreat them
For my wounds’ sake to give their suffrage . Please
you
That I may pass this doing .
Must have their voices ; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony .
Pray you , go fit you to the custom , and
[101] ACT 2. SC. 3 Take to you , as your predecessors have ,
Your honor with your form .
That I shall blush in acting , and might well
Be taken from the people .
Show them th’ unaching scars , which I should hide ,
As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only !
We recommend to you , tribunes of the people ,
Our purpose to them , and to our noble consul
Wish we all joy and honor .
Brutus remain .
As if he did contemn what he requested
Should be in them to give .
Of our proceedings here . On th’ marketplace
I know they do attend us .
Scene 3
ought not to deny him .
[103]ACT 2. SC. 3
it is a power that we have no power to do ; for , if
he show us his wounds and tell us his deeds , we
are to put our tongues into those wounds and
speak for them . So , if he tell us his noble deeds , we
must also tell him our noble acceptance of them .
Ingratitude is monstrous , and for the multitude to
be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude ,
of the which , we being members , should
bring ourselves to be monstrous members .
little help will serve ; for once we stood up about
the corn , he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed
multitude .
our heads are some brown , some black , some
abram , some bald , but that our wits are so diversely
colored ; and truly I think if all our wits were to
issue out of one skull , they would fly east , west ,
north , south , and their consent of one direct way
should be at once to all the points o’ th’ compass .
judge my wit would fly ?
man’s will ; ’tis strongly wedged up in a blockhead .
But if it were at liberty , ’twould sure
southward .
parts melted away with rotten dews , the fourth
would return for conscience’ sake , to help to get
thee a wife .
may , you may .
[105]ACT 2. SC. 3
But that’s no matter ; the greater part carries it . I
say , if he would incline to the people , there was
never a worthier man .
Here he comes , and in the gown of humility . Mark
his behavior . We are not to stay all together , but to
come by him where he stands , by ones , by twos ,
and by threes . He’s to make his requests by particulars ,
wherein every one of us has a single honor
in giving him our own voices with our own tongues .
Therefore follow me , and I’ll direct you how you
shall go by him .
The worthiest men have done ’t ?
‘I pray , sir ?’ — plague upon ’t ! I cannot bring
My tongue to such a pace . ‘Look , sir , my wounds !
I got them in my country’s service when
Some certain of your brethren roared and ran
From th’ noise of our own drums .’
You must not speak of that . You must desire them
To think upon you .
I would they would forget me , like the virtues
Which our divines lose by ’em .
I’ll leave you . Pray you , speak to ’em , I pray you ,
In wholesome manner .
And keep their teeth clean .
[107] ACT 2. SC. 3
So , here comes a brace . —
You know the cause , sir , of my standing here .
the poor with begging .
we hope to gain by you .
consulship ?
wounds to show you , which shall be yours in
private . — Your good voice , sir . What say you ?
voices begged . I have your alms . Adieu .
odd .
matter .
tune of your voices that I may be consul , I have
here the customary gown .
country , and you have not deserved nobly .
[109]ACT 2. SC. 3
you have been a rod to her friends . You have
not indeed loved the common people .
that I have not been common in my love . I will , sir ,
flatter my sworn brother , the people , to earn a
dearer estimation of them ; ’tis a condition they account
gentle . And since the wisdom of their choice
is rather to have my hat than my heart , I will practice
the insinuating nod and be off to them most
counterfeitly . That is , sir , I will counterfeit the bewitchment
of some popular man and give it bountiful
to the desirers . Therefore , beseech you , I may
be consul .
therefore give you our voices heartily .
your country .
them . I will make much of your voices and so
trouble you no farther .
Better it is to die , better to starve ,
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve .
Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here
To beg of Hob and Dick that does appear
Their needless vouches ? Custom calls me to ’t .
What custom wills , in all things should we do ’t ?
The dust on antique time would lie unswept
And mountainous error be too highly heaped
For truth to o’erpeer . Rather than fool it so ,
Let the high office and the honor go
To one that would do thus . I am half through ;
The one part suffered , the other will I do .
[111] ACT 2. SC. 3
Here come more voices . —
Your voices ! For your voices I have fought ;
Watched for your voices ; for your voices bear
Of wounds two dozen odd . Battles thrice six
I have seen and heard of ; for your voices have
Done many things , some less , some more . Your
voices !
Indeed , I would be consul .
without any honest man’s voice .
gods give him joy , and make him good friend to
the people !
Endue you with the people’s voice . Remains
That in th’ official marks invested , you
Anon do meet the Senate .
The people do admit you , and are summoned
To meet anon upon your approbation .
[113]ACT 2. SC. 3
Repair to th’ Senate House .
He has it now ; and by his looks , methinks ,
’Tis warm at ’s heart .
His humble weeds . Will you dismiss the people ?
He mocked us when he begged our voices .
He used us scornfully . He should have showed us
His marks of merit , wounds received for ’s country .
private ,
[115] ACT 2. SC. 3 And with his hat , thus waving it in scorn ,
‘I would be consul ,’ says he . ‘Agèd custom ,
But by your voices , will not so permit me ;
Your voices therefore .’ When we granted that ,
Here was ‘I thank you for your voices . Thank you .
Your most sweet voices ! Now you have left your
voices ,
I have no further with you .’ Was not this mockery ?
Or , seeing it , of such childish friendliness
To yield your voices ?
As you were lessoned ? When he had no power ,
But was a petty servant to the state ,
He was your enemy , ever spake against
Your liberties and the charters that you bear
I’ th’ body of the weal ; and , now arriving
A place of potency and sway o’ th’ state ,
If he should still malignantly remain
Fast foe to th’ plebeii , your voices might
Be curses to yourselves . You should have said
That as his worthy deeds did claim no less
Than what he stood for , so his gracious nature
Would think upon you for your voices , and
Translate his malice towards you into love ,
Standing your friendly lord .
As you were fore-advised , had touched his spirit
And tried his inclination ; from him plucked
Either his gracious promise , which you might ,
As cause had called you up , have held him to ;
Or else it would have galled his surly nature ,
Which easily endures not article
Tying him to aught . So putting him to rage ,
[117] ACT 2. SC. 3 You should have ta’en th’ advantage of his choler
And passed him unelected .
He did solicit you in free contempt
When he did need your loves , and do you think
That his contempt shall not be bruising to you
When he hath power to crush ? Why , had your
bodies
No heart among you ? Or had you tongues to cry
Against the rectorship of judgment ?
Again , of him that did not ask but mock ,
Bestow your sued-for tongues ?
We may deny him yet .
I’ll have five hundred voices of that sound .
They have chose a consul that will from them take
Their liberties , make them of no more voice
Than dogs that are as often beat for barking
As therefor kept to do so .
And , on a safer judgment , all revoke
Your ignorant election . Enforce his pride
And his old hate unto you . Besides , forget not
With what contempt he wore the humble weed ,
How in his suit he scorned you ; but your loves ,
Thinking upon his services , took from you
Th’ apprehension of his present portance ,
Which most gibingly , ungravely , he did fashion
After the inveterate hate he bears you .
[119]ACT 2. SC. 3
A fault on us , your tribunes , that we labored ,
No impediment between , but that you must
Cast your election on him .
More after our commandment than as guided
By your own true affections , and that your minds ,
Preoccupied with what you rather must do
Than what you should , made you against the grain
To voice him consul . Lay the fault on us .
How youngly he began to serve his country ,
How long continued , and what stock he springs of ,
The noble house o’ th’ Martians , from whence came
That Ancus Martius , Numa’s daughter’s son ,
Who after great Hostilius here was king ,
Of the same house Publius and Quintus were ,
That our best water brought by conduits hither ;
And Censorinus , that was so surnamed ,
And nobly namèd so , twice being censor ,
Was his great ancestor .
That hath besides well in his person wrought
To be set high in place , we did commend
To your remembrances ; but you have found ,
Scaling his present bearing with his past ,
That he’s your fixèd enemy , and revoke
Your sudden approbation .
Harp on that still — but by our putting on .
And presently , when you have drawn your number ,
Repair to th’ Capitol .
Repent in their election .
[121] ACT 2. SC. 3 This mutiny were better put in hazard
Than stay , past doubt , for greater .
If , as his nature is , he fall in rage
With their refusal , both observe and answer
The vantage of his anger .
We will be there before the stream o’ th’ people ,
And this shall seem , as partly ’tis , their own ,
Which we have goaded onward .
[125]
ACT 3
Scene 1
Cominius , Titus Lartius , and other Senators .
Our swifter composition .
Ready , when time shall prompt them , to make road
Upon ’s again .
That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again .
Against the Volsces , for they had so vilely
Yielded the town . He is retired to Antium .
[127] ACT 3. SC. 1 That of all things upon the earth he hated
Your person most ; that he would pawn his fortunes
To hopeless restitution , so he might
Be called your vanquisher .
To oppose his hatred fully . Welcome home .
Behold , these are the tribunes of the people ,
The tongues o’ th’ common mouth . I do despise
them ,
For they do prank them in authority
Against all noble sufferance .
Or all will fall in broil .
Must these have voices , that can yield them now
[129] ACT 3. SC. 1 And straight disclaim their tongues ? What are your
offices ?
You being their mouths , why rule you not their
teeth ?
Have you not set them on ?
To curb the will of the nobility .
Suffer ’t , and live with such as cannot rule
Nor ever will be ruled .
The people cry you mocked them ; and , of late ,
When corn was given them gratis , you repined ,
Scandaled the suppliants for the people , called them
Timepleasers , flatterers , foes to nobleness .
them ?
Let me deserve so ill as you , and make me
Your fellow tribune .
For which the people stir . If you will pass
To where you are bound , you must inquire your
way ,
[131] ACT 3. SC. 1 Which you are out of , with a gentler spirit ,
Or never be so noble as a consul ,
Nor yoke with him for tribune .
Becomes not Rome , nor has Coriolanus
Deserved this so dishonored rub , laid falsely
I’ th’ plain way of his merit .
This was my speech , and I will speak ’t again .
My nobler friends , I crave their pardons . For
The mutable , rank-scented meiny , let them
Regard me , as I do not flatter , and
Therein behold themselves . I say again ,
In soothing them , we nourish ’gainst our senate
The cockle of rebellion , insolence , sedition ,
Which we ourselves have plowed for , sowed , and
scattered
By mingling them with us , the honored number ,
Who lack not virtue , no , nor power , but that
Which they have given to beggars .
As for my country I have shed my blood ,
Not fearing outward force , so shall my lungs
Coin words till their decay against those measles
Which we disdain should tetter us , yet sought
The very way to catch them .
[133]ACT 3. SC. 1
As if you were a god to punish , not
A man of their infirmity .
We let the people know ’t .
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep ,
By Jove , ’twould be my mind .
That shall remain a poison where it is ,
Not poison any further .
Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? Mark you
His absolute ‘shall’ ?
O good but most unwise patricians , why ,
You grave but reckless senators , have you thus
Given Hydra here to choose an officer ,
That with his peremptory ‘shall ,’ being but
The horn and noise o’ th’ monster’s , wants not spirit
To say he’ll turn your current in a ditch
And make your channel his ? If he have power ,
Then vail your ignorance ; if none , awake
Your dangerous lenity . If you are learned ,
Be not as common fools ; if you are not ,
Let them have cushions by you . You are plebeians ,
If they be senators ; and they are no less
When , both your voices blended , the great’st taste
Most palates theirs . They choose their magistrate ,
And such a one as he , who puts his ‘shall ,’
His popular ‘shall ,’ against a graver bench
Than ever frowned in Greece . By Jove himself ,
It makes the consuls base ! And my soul aches
To know , when two authorities are up ,
[135] ACT 3. SC. 1 Neither supreme , how soon confusion
May enter ’twixt the gap of both and take
The one by th’ other .
The corn o’ th’ storehouse gratis , as ’twas used
Sometime in Greece —
I say they nourished disobedience , fed
The ruin of the state .
One that speaks thus their voice ?
More worthier than their voices . They know the
corn
Was not our recompense , resting well assured
They ne’er did service for ’t . Being pressed to th’ war ,
Even when the navel of the state was touched ,
They would not thread the gates . This kind of
service
Did not deserve corn gratis . Being i’ th’ war ,
Their mutinies and revolts , wherein they showed
Most valor , spoke not for them . Th’ accusation
Which they have often made against the Senate ,
All cause unborn , could never be the native
Of our so frank donation . Well , what then ?
How shall this bosom multiplied digest
The Senate’s courtesy ? Let deeds express
What’s like to be their words : ‘We did request it ;
We are the greater poll , and in true fear
They gave us our demands .’ Thus we debase
The nature of our seats and make the rabble
Call our cares fears , which will in time
[137] ACT 3. SC. 1 Break ope the locks o’ th’ Senate and bring in
The crows to peck the eagles .
What may be sworn by , both divine and human ,
Seal what I end withal ! This double worship —
Where one part does disdain with cause , the other
Insult without all reason , where gentry , title ,
wisdom
Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
Of general ignorance — it must omit
Real necessities and give way the while
To unstable slightness . Purpose so barred , it follows
Nothing is done to purpose . Therefore , beseech
you —
You that will be less fearful than discreet ,
That love the fundamental part of state
More than you doubt the change on ’t , that prefer
A noble life before a long , and wish
To jump a body with a dangerous physic
That’s sure of death without it — at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue ; let them not lick
The sweet which is their poison . Your dishonor
Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state
Of that integrity which should become ’t ,
Not having the power to do the good it would
For th’ ill which doth control ’t .
As traitors do .
What should the people do with these bald tribunes ,
On whom depending , their obedience fails
[139] ACT 3. SC. 1 To th’ greater bench ? In a rebellion ,
When what’s not meet but what must be was law ,
Then were they chosen . In a better hour ,
Let what is meet be said it must be meet ,
And throw their power i’ th’ dust .
myself
Attach thee as a traitorous innovator ,
A foe to th’ public weal . Obey , I charge thee ,
And follow to thine answer .
Out of thy garments .
Tribunes , patricians , citizens , what ho !
Sicinius , Brutus , Coriolanus , citizens !
[141]ACT 3. SC. 1
Confusion’s near . I cannot speak . You , tribunes
To th’ people ! — Coriolanus , patience ! —
Speak , good Sicinius .
Martius would have all from you , Martius ,
Whom late you have named for consul .
This is the way to kindle , not to quench .
The people are the city .
The people’s magistrates .
To bring the roof to the foundation
And bury all which yet distinctly ranges
In heaps and piles of ruin .
Or let us lose it . We do here pronounce ,
Upon the part o’ th’ people , in whose power
[143] ACT 3. SC. 1 We were elected theirs , Martius is worthy
Of present death .
Bear him to th’ rock Tarpeian , and from thence
Into destruction cast him .
Beseech you , tribunes , hear me but a word .
And temp’rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress .
That seem like prudent helps , are very poisonous
Where the disease is violent . — Lay hands upon him ,
And bear him to the rock .
There’s some among you have beheld me fighting .
Come , try upon yourselves what you have seen me .
You that be noble , help him , young and old !
are beat in .
All will be naught else .
[145]ACT 3. SC. 1
We have as many friends as enemies .
I prithee , noble friend , home to thy house ;
Leave us to cure this cause .
You cannot tent yourself . Begone , beseech you .
Though in Rome littered ; not Romans , as they are
not ,
Though calved i’ th’ porch o’ th’ Capitol .
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue .
One time will owe another .
I could beat forty of them .
Take up a brace o’ th’ best of them , yea , the two
tribunes .
And manhood is called foolery when it stands
Against a falling fabric .
hence ,
Before the tag return , whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters and o’erbear
What they are used to bear ?
I’ll try whether my old wit be in request
With those that have but little . This must be patched
With cloth of any color .
[147]ACT 3. SC. 1
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident
Or Jove for ’s power to thunder . His heart’s his
mouth ;
What his breast forges , that his tongue must vent ,
And , being angry , does forget that ever
He heard the name of death .
Here’s goodly work .
Could he not speak ’em fair ?
That would depopulate the city and
Be every man himself ?
With rigorous hands . He hath resisted law ,
And therefore law shall scorn him further trial
Than the severity of the public power
Which he so sets at naught .
The noble tribunes are the people’s mouths
And we their hands .
[149]ACT 3. SC. 1
With modest warrant .
Have holp to make this rescue ?
As I do know the Consul’s worthiness ,
So can I name his faults .
I may be heard , I would crave a word or two ,
The which shall turn you to no further harm
Than so much loss of time .
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous traitor . To eject him hence
Were but one danger , and to keep him here
Our certain death . Therefore it is decreed
He dies tonight .
That our renownèd Rome , whose gratitude
Towards her deservèd children is enrolled
In Jove’s own book , like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own .
Mortal to cut it off ; to cure it easy .
What has he done to Rome that’s worthy death ?
Killing our enemies , the blood he hath lost —
Which I dare vouch is more than that he hath
[151] ACT 3. SC. 1 By many an ounce — he dropped it for his country ;
And what is left , to lose it by his country
Were to us all that do ’t and suffer it
A brand to th’ end o’ th’ world .
It honored him .
Being once gangrened , is not then respected
For what before it was .
Pursue him to his house , and pluck him thence ,
Lest his infection , being of catching nature ,
Spread further .
This tiger-footed rage , when it shall find
The harm of unscanned swiftness , will too late
Tie leaden pounds to ’s heels . Proceed by process ,
Lest parties — as he is beloved — break out
And sack great Rome with Romans .
Have we not had a taste of his obedience ?
Our aediles smote ! Ourselves resisted ! Come .
Since he could draw a sword , and is ill schooled
In bolted language ; meal and bran together
He throws without distinction . Give me leave ,
I’ll go to him and undertake to bring him
Where he shall answer by a lawful form ,
In peace , to his utmost peril .
It is the humane way : the other course
[153] ACT 3. SC. 2 Will prove too bloody , and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning .
Be you then as the people’s officer . —
Masters , lay down your weapons .
attend you there ,
Where if you bring not Martius , we’ll proceed
In our first way .
come ,
Or what is worst will follow .
Scene 2
Death on the wheel or at wild horses’ heels ,
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock ,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of sight , yet will I still
Be thus to them .
Does not approve me further , who was wont
To call them woolen vassals , things created
To buy and sell with groats , to show bare heads
In congregations , to yawn , be still , and wonder
[155] ACT 3. SC. 2 When one but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war .
I talk of you .
Why did you wish me milder ? Would you have me
False to my nature ? Rather say I play
The man I am .
I would have had you put your power well on
Before you had worn it out .
With striving less to be so . Lesser had been
The thwartings of your dispositions if
You had not showed them how you were disposed
Ere they lacked power to cross you .
too rough .
You must return and mend it .
Unless , by not so doing , our good city
Cleave in the midst and perish .
I have a heart as little apt as yours ,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage .
Before he should thus stoop to th’ herd — but that
The violent fit o’ th’ time craves it as physic
[157] ACT 3. SC. 2 For the whole state — I would put mine armor on ,
Which I can scarcely bear .
Must I then do ’t to them ?
Though therein you can never be too noble
But when extremities speak . I have heard you say
Honor and policy , like unsevered friends ,
I’ th’ war do grow together . Grant that , and tell me
In peace what each of them by th’ other lose
That they combine not there ?
demand .
The same you are not , which for your best ends
You adopt your policy , how is it less or worse
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honor as in war , since that to both
It stands in like request ?
To th’ people , not by your own instruction ,
Nor by th’ matter which your heart prompts you ,
But with such words that are but roted in
Your tongue , though but bastards and syllables
Of no allowance to your bosom’s truth .
[159] ACT 3. SC. 2 Now , this no more dishonors you at all
Than to take in a town with gentle words ,
Which else would put you to your fortune and
The hazard of much blood .
I would dissemble with my nature where
My fortunes and my friends at stake required
I should do so in honor . I am in this
Your wife , your son , these senators , the nobles ;
And you will rather show our general louts
How you can frown than spend a fawn upon ’em
For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
Of what that want might ruin .
Come , go with us ; speak fair . You may salve so ,
Not what is dangerous present , but the loss
Of what is past .
Go to them with this bonnet in thy hand ,
And thus far having stretched it — here be with
them —
Thy knee bussing the stones — for in such business
Action is eloquence , and the eyes of th’ ignorant
More learnèd than the ears — waving thy head ,
Which often thus correcting thy stout heart ,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling . Or say to them
Thou art their soldier and , being bred in broils ,
Hast not the soft way , which thou dost confess
Were fit for thee to use as they to claim ,
In asking their good loves ; but thou wilt frame
Thyself , forsooth , hereafter theirs , so far
As thou hast power and person .
Even as she speaks , why , their hearts were yours ;
For they have pardons , being asked , as free
As words to little purpose .
[161]ACT 3. SC. 2
Go , and be ruled ; although I know thou hadst rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower .
Here is Cominius .
You make strong party or defend yourself
By calmness or by absence . All’s in anger .
Can thereto frame his spirit .
Prithee , now , say you will , and go about it .
With my base tongue give to my noble heart
A lie that it must bear ? Well , I will do ’t .
Yet , were there but this single plot to lose ,
This mold of Martius , they to dust should grind it
And throw ’t against the wind . To th’ marketplace !
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to th’ life .
you .
My praises made thee first a soldier , so ,
To have my praise for this , perform a part
Thou hast not done before .
Away , my disposition , and possess me
Some harlot’s spirit ! My throat of war be turned ,
[163] ACT 3. SC. 2 Which choirèd with my drum , into a pipe
Small as an eunuch or the virgin voice
That babies lull asleep ! The smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks , and schoolboys’ tears take up
The glasses of my sight ! A beggar’s tongue
Make motion through my lips , and my armed knees ,
Who bowed but in my stirrup , bend like his
That hath received an alms . I will not do ’t ,
Lest I surcease to honor mine own truth
And , by my body’s action , teach my mind
A most inherent baseness .
To beg of thee , it is my more dishonor
Than thou of them . Come all to ruin . Let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness , for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou . Do as thou list .
Thy valiantness was mine ; thou suck’st it from me ,
But owe thy pride thyself .
Mother , I am going to the marketplace .
Chide me no more . I’ll mountebank their loves ,
Cog their hearts from them , and come home
beloved
Of all the trades in Rome . Look , I am going .
Commend me to my wife . I’ll return consul ,
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I’ th’ way of flattery further .
To answer mildly , for they are prepared
With accusations , as I hear , more strong
Than are upon you yet .
[165]ACT 3. SC. 3
Let them accuse me by invention , I
Will answer in mine honor .
Scene 3
Tyrannical power . If he evade us there ,
Enforce him with his envy to the people ,
And that the spoil got on the Antiates
Was ne’er distributed .
What , will he come ?
That always favored him .
Of all the voices that we have procured ,
Set down by th’ poll ?
And when they hear me say ‘It shall be so
[167] ACT 3. SC. 3 I’ th’ right and strength o’ th’ commons ,’ be it either
For death , for fine , or banishment , then let them
If I say ‘Fine ,’ cry ‘Fine ,’ if ‘Death ,’ cry ‘Death ,’
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i’ th’ truth o’ th’ cause .
Let them not cease , but with a din confused
Enforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence .
When we shall hap to give ’t them .
Put him to choler straight . He hath been used
Ever to conquer and to have his worth
Of contradiction . Being once chafed , he cannot
Be reined again to temperance ; then he speaks
What’s in his heart , and that is there which looks
With us to break his neck .
others ( Senators ) .
you .
Will bear the knave by th’ volume . — Th’ honored
gods
Keep Rome in safety and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men ! Plant love among ’s !
[169] ACT 3. SC. 3 Throng our large temples with the shows of peace
And not our streets with war !
Must all determine here ?
If you submit you to the people’s voices ,
Allow their officers , and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be proved upon you .
The warlike service he has done , consider . Think
Upon the wounds his body bears , which show
Like graves i’ th’ holy churchyard .
briars ,
Scars to move laughter only .
That when he speaks not like a citizen ,
You find him like a soldier . Do not take
His rougher accents for malicious sounds ,
But , as I say , such as become a soldier
Rather than envy you .
[171]ACT 3. SC. 3
That , being passed for consul with full voice ,
I am so dishonored that the very hour
You take it off again ?
From Rome all seasoned office and to wind
Yourself into a power tyrannical ,
For which you are a traitor to the people .
Call me their traitor ? Thou injurious tribune !
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths ,
In thy hands clutched as many millions , in
Thy lying tongue both numbers , I would say
‘Thou liest’ unto thee with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods .
We need not put new matter to his charge .
What you have seen him do and heard him speak ,
Beating your officers , cursing yourselves ,
Opposing laws with strokes , and here defying
Those whose great power must try him — even this ,
So criminal and in such capital kind ,
Deserves th’ extremest death .
Served well for Rome —
[173]ACT 3. SC. 3
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death ,
Vagabond exile , flaying , pent to linger
But with a grain a day , I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word ,
Nor check my courage for what they can give ,
To have ’t with saying ‘Good morrow .’
As much as in him lies , from time to time
Envied against the people , seeking means
To pluck away their power , as now at last
Given hostile strokes , and that not in the presence
Of dreaded justice , but on the ministers
That doth distribute it , in the name o’ th’ people
And in the power of us the Tribunes , we ,
Even from this instant , banish him our city
In peril of precipitation
From off the rock Tarpeian , never more
To enter our Rome gates . I’ th’ people’s name ,
I say it shall be so .
He’s banished , and it shall be so .
I have been consul and can show for Rome
Her enemies’ marks upon me . I do love
My country’s good with a respect more tender ,
More holy and profound , than mine own life ,
[175] ACT 3. SC. 3 My dear wife’s estimate , her womb’s increase ,
And treasure of my loins . Then if I would
Speak that —
As enemy to the people and his country .
It shall be so .
As reek o’ th’ rotten fens , whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air , I banish you !
And here remain with your uncertainty ;
Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts ;
Your enemies , with nodding of their plumes ,
Fan you into despair ! Have the power still
To banish your defenders , till at length
Your ignorance — which finds not till it feels ,
Making but reservation of yourselves ,
Still your own foes — deliver you
As most abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows ! Despising
For you the city , thus I turn my back .
There is a world elsewhere .
As he hath followed you , with all despite .
[177] ACT 3. SC. 3 Give him deserved vexation . Let a guard
Attend us through the city .
The gods preserve our noble tribunes ! Come !
[181]
ACT 4
Scene 1
Cominius , with the young nobility of Rome .
With many heads butts me away . Nay , mother ,
Where is your ancient courage ? You were used
To say extremities was the trier of spirits ;
That common chances common men could bear ;
That when the sea was calm , all boats alike
Showed mastership in floating ; fortune’s blows
When most struck home , being gentle wounded
craves
A noble cunning . You were used to load me
With precepts that would make invincible
The heart that conned them .
woman —
And occupations perish !
I shall be loved when I am lacked . Nay , mother ,
Resume that spirit when you were wont to say
If you had been the wife of Hercules ,
[183] ACT 4. SC. 1 Six of his labors you’d have done and saved
Your husband so much sweat . — Cominius ,
Droop not . Adieu . — Farewell , my wife , my mother .
I’ll do well yet . — Thou old and true Menenius ,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man’s
And venomous to thine eyes . — My sometime
general ,
I have seen thee stern , and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hard’ning spectacles . Tell these sad women
’Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes
As ’tis to laugh at ’em . — My mother , you wot well
My hazards still have been your solace , and —
Believe ’t not lightly — though I go alone ,
Like to a lonely dragon that his fen
Makes feared and talked of more than seen , your
son
Will or exceed the common or be caught
With cautelous baits and practice .
Whither wilt thou go ? Take good Cominius
With thee awhile . Determine on some course
More than a wild exposure to each chance
That starts i’ th’ way before thee .
Where thou shalt rest , that thou mayst hear of us
And we of thee ; so if the time thrust forth
A cause for thy repeal , we shall not send
O’er the vast world to seek a single man
And lose advantage , which doth ever cool
I’ th’ absence of the needer .
Thou hast years upon thee , and thou art too full
Of the wars’ surfeits to go rove with one
That’s yet unbruised . Bring me but out at gate . —
[185] ACT 4. SC. 2 Come , my sweet wife , my dearest mother , and
My friends of noble touch . When I am forth ,
Bid me farewell , and smile . I pray you , come .
While I remain above the ground , you shall
Hear from me still , and never of me aught
But what is like me formerly .
As any ear can hear . Come , let’s not weep .
If I could shake off but one seven years
From these old arms and legs , by the good gods ,
I’d with thee every foot .
Come .
Scene 2
with the Aedile .
The nobility are vexed , whom we see have sided
In his behalf .
Let us seem humbler after it is done
Than when it was a-doing .
Say their great enemy is gone , and they
Stand in their ancient strength .
Here comes his mother .
[187]ACT 4. SC. 2
Requite your love !
Nay , and you shall hear some .
you be gone ?
To say so to my husband .
Was not a man my father ? Hadst thou foxship
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome
Than thou hast spoken words ?
And for Rome’s good . I’ll tell thee what — yet go .
Nay , but thou shalt stay too . I would my son
Were in Arabia and thy tribe before him ,
His good sword in his hand .
He’d make an end of thy posterity .
Good man , the wounds that he does bear for Rome !
[189] ACT 4. SC. 2 As he began , and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made .
Cats , that can judge as fitly of his worth
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have Earth to know .
You have done a brave deed . Ere you go , hear this :
As far as doth the Capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome , so far my son —
This lady’s husband here , this , do you see ? —
Whom you have banished , does exceed you all .
With one that wants her wits ?
you .
I would the gods had nothing else to do
But to confirm my curses . Could I meet ’em
But once a day , it would unclog my heart
Of what lies heavy to ’t .
And , by my troth , you have cause . You’ll sup with
me ?
And so shall starve with feeding .
Leave this faint puling , and lament as I do ,
In anger , Juno-like . Come , come , come .
[191]ACT 4. SC. 3
Scene 3
name I think is Adrian .
against ’em . Know you me yet ?
your favor is well approved by your tongue .
What’s the news in Rome ? I have a note from the
Volscian state to find you out there . You have well
saved me a day’s journey .
the people against the senators , patricians ,
and nobles .
not so . They are in a most warlike preparation and
hope to come upon them in the heat of their
division .
would make it flame again ; for the nobles receive
so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus
that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power
from the people and to pluck from them their tribunes
forever . This lies glowing , I can tell you , and
is almost mature for the violent breaking out .
Nicanor .
[193] ACT 4. SC. 4 it said the fittest time to corrupt a man’s wife is
when she’s fall’n out with her husband . Your noble
Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars , his
great opposer Coriolanus being now in no request
of his country .
accidentally to encounter you . You have ended my
business , and I will merrily accompany you home .
strange things from Rome , all tending to the good
of their adversaries . Have you an army ready , say
you ?
charges , distinctly billeted , already in th’ entertainment ,
and to be on foot at an hour’s warning .
the man , I think , that shall set them in present action .
So , sir , heartily well met , and most glad of
your company .
cause to be glad of yours .
Scene 4
and muffled .
’Tis I that made thy widows . Many an heir
Of these fair edifices ’fore my wars
Have I heard groan and drop . Then , know me not ,
[195] ACT 4. SC. 4 Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
In puny battle slay me .
Save you , sir .
Where great Aufidius lies . Is he in Antium ?
At his house this night .
you ?
O world , thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast sworn ,
Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart ,
Whose hours , whose bed , whose meal and exercise
Are still together , who twin , as ’twere , in love
Unseparable , shall within this hour ,
On a dissension of a doit , break out
To bitterest enmity ; so fellest foes ,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their
sleep
To take the one the other , by some chance ,
Some trick not worth an egg , shall grow dear friends
And interjoin their issues . So with me :
My birthplace hate I , and my love’s upon
This enemy town . I’ll enter . If he slay me ,
He does fair justice ; if he give me way ,
I’ll do his country service .
[197]ACT 4. SC. 5
Scene 5
here ? I think our fellows are asleep .
for him . Cotus !
Appear not like a guest .
Whence are you ? Here’s no place for you . Pray , go
to the door .
In being Coriolanus .
porter his eyes in his head , that he gives entrance
to such companions ? — Pray , get you out .
talked with anon .
meets him .
[199]ACT 4. SC. 5
cannot get him out o’ th’ house . Prithee , call my
master to him .
Pray you , avoid the house .
hearth .
some other station . Here’s no place for you . Pray
you , avoid . Come .
cold bits .
my master what a strange guest he has here .
an ass it is ! Then thou dwell’st with daws too ?
master ?
with thy mistress . Thou prat’st and prat’st . Serve
with thy trencher . Hence !
[201]ACT 4. SC. 5
a dog , but for disturbing the lords within .
Thy name ? Why speak’st not ? Speak , man . What’s
thy name ?
Not yet thou know’st me , and seeing me , dost not
Think me for the man I am , necessity
Commands me name myself .
And harsh in sound to thine .
Thou hast a grim appearance , and thy face
Bears a command in ’t . Though thy tackle’s torn ,
Thou show’st a noble vessel . What’s thy name ?
To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
Great hurt and mischief ; thereto witness may
My surname Coriolanus . The painful service ,
The extreme dangers , and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country are requited
But with that surname , a good memory
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou shouldst bear me . Only that name
remains .
The cruelty and envy of the people ,
[203] ACT 4. SC. 5 Permitted by our dastard nobles , who
Have all forsook me , hath devoured the rest ,
And suffered me by th’ voice of slaves to be
Whooped out of Rome . Now this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth , not out of hope —
Mistake me not — to save my life ; for if
I had feared death , of all the men i’ th’ world
I would have ’voided thee , but in mere spite ,
To be full quit of those my banishers ,
Stand I before thee here . Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak in thee , that wilt revenge
Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country , speed thee
straight
And make my misery serve thy turn . So use it
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits to thee , for I will fight
Against my cankered country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends . But if so be
Thou dar’st not this , and that to prove more fortunes
Thou ’rt tired , then , in a word , I also am
Longer to live most weary , and present
My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice ,
Which not to cut would show thee but a fool ,
Since I have ever followed thee with hate ,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country’s breast ,
And cannot live but to thy shame , unless
It be to do thee service .
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my
heart
A root of ancient envy . If Jupiter
Should from yond cloud speak divine things
And say ’tis true , I’d not believe them more
Than thee , all-noble Martius . Let me twine
[205] ACT 4. SC. 5 Mine arms about that body , whereagainst
My grainèd ash an hundred times hath broke
And scarred the moon with splinters .
Here I clip
The anvil of my sword and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valor . Know thou first ,
I loved the maid I married ; never man
Sighed truer breath . But that I see thee here ,
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 for ’t . 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 Martius ,
Had we no other quarrel else to Rome but that
Thou art thence banished , we would muster all
From twelve to seventy and , pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome ,
Like a bold flood o’erbear ’t . O , come , go in ,
And take our friendly senators by th’ hands ,
Who now are here , taking their leaves of me ,
Who am prepared against your territories ,
Though not for Rome itself .
The leading of thine own revenges , take
[207] ACT 4. SC. 5 Th’ 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 ere an enemy —
Yet , Martius , that was much . Your hand . Most
welcome !
have strucken him with a cudgel , and yet my mind
gave me his clothes made a false report of him .
about with his finger and his thumb as one would
set up a top .
was something in him . He had , sir , a kind of face ,
methought — I cannot tell how to term it .
Would I were hanged but I thought there was
more in him than I could think .
the rarest man i’ th’ world .
than he you wot one .
to be the greater soldier .
[209]ACT 4. SC. 5
how to say that . For the defense of a town our general
is excellent .
you rascals !
I had as lief be a condemned man .
thwack our general , Caius Martius .
general’ ?
but he was always good enough for him .
He was ever too hard for him ; I have heard him
say so himself .
say the truth on ’t , before Corioles ; he scotched
him and notched him like a carbonado .
he might have boiled and eaten him too .
as if he were son and heir to Mars ; set at upper end
o’ th’ 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’ th’
eye to his discourse . But the bottom of the news is ,
our general is cut i’ th’ middle and but one half of
[211] ACT 4. SC. 5 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 th’
ears . He will mow all down before him and leave
his passage polled .
man I can imagine .
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 whilest he’s
in directitude .
crest up again , and the man in blood , they will out
of their burrows like coneys after rain , and revel
all with him .
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 .
world again . This peace is nothing but to rust iron ,
increase tailors , and breed ballad-makers .
peace as far as day does night . It’s sprightly walking ,
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 .
may be said to be a ravisher , so it cannot be denied
but peace is a great maker of cuckolds .
[213]ACT 4. SC. 6
another .
need one another . The wars for my money ! I hope
to see Romans as cheap as Volscians . ( Noise
within . ) They are rising ; they are rising .
Scene 6
His remedies are tame — 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 pest’ring streets than see
Our tradesmen singing in their shops and going
About their functions friendly .
Is this Menenius ?
Of late . — Hail , sir .
But with his friends . The commonwealth doth stand ,
And so would do were he more angry at it .
[215]ACT 4. SC. 6
He could have temporized .
His mother and his wife hear nothing from him .
you both !
Are bound to pray for you both .
Had loved you as we did .
Than when these fellows ran about the streets
Crying confusion .
A worthy officer i’ th’ war , but insolent ,
O’ercome with pride , ambitious , past all thinking
Self-loving .
If he had gone forth consul , found it so .
[217]ACT 4. SC. 6
Sits safe and still without him .
There is a slave , whom we have put in prison ,
Reports the Volsces with two several powers
Are entered in the Roman territories ,
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before ’em .
Who , hearing of our Martius’ banishment ,
Thrusts forth his horns again into the world ,
Which were inshelled when Martius stood for Rome ,
And durst not once peep out .
The Volsces dare break with us .
We have record that very well it can ,
And three examples of the like hath 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 .
I know this cannot be .
[219] ACT 4. SC. 6 All to the Senate House . Some news is coming
That turns their countenances .
Go whip him ’fore the people’s eyes — his raising ,
Nothing but his report .
The slave’s report is seconded , and more ,
More fearful , is delivered .
How probable I do not know — that Martius ,
Joined with Aufidius , leads a power ’gainst Rome
And vows revenge as spacious as between
The young’st and oldest thing .
Good Martius home again .
He and Aufidius can no more atone
Than violent’st contrariety .
A fearful army , led by Caius Martius
Associated with Aufidius , rages
Upon our territories , and have already
O’erborne their way , consumed with fire and took
What lay before them .
work !
[221]ACT 4. SC. 6
To melt the city leads upon your pates ,
To see your wives dishonored to your noses —
Your franchises , whereon you stood , confined
Into an auger’s bore .
You have made fair work , I fear me . — Pray , your
news ?
If Martius should be joined with Volscians —
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 .
You and your apron-men , you that stood so much
Upon the voice of occupation and
The breath of garlic eaters !
You have made fair work .
Before you find it other . All the regions
Do smilingly revolt , and who resists
Are mocked for valiant ignorance
And perish constant fools . Who is ’t can blame him ?
Your enemies and his find something in him .
[223]ACT 4. SC. 6
The noble man have mercy .
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 showed like enemies .
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 !
brought
A trembling upon Rome such as was never
S’ incapable of help .
And cowardly nobles , gave way unto your clusters ,
Who did hoot him out o’ th’ city .
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 defense
That Rome can make against them .
clusters . —
And is Aufidius with him ? You are they
[225] ACT 4. SC. 6 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 .
When I said banish him , I said ’twas pity .
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 .
Shall ’s to the Capitol ?
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 .
let’s home . I ever said we were i’ th’ wrong when
we banished him .
[227]ACT 4. SC. 7
Would buy this for a lie .
Scene 7
Your soldiers use him as the grace ’fore meat ,
Their talk at table , and their thanks at end ;
And you are dark’ned in this action , sir ,
Even by your own .
Unless by using means I lame the foot
Of our design . He bears himself more proudlier ,
Even to my person , than I thought he would
When first I did embrace him . Yet his nature
In that’s no changeling , and I must excuse
What cannot be amended .
I mean for your particular — you had not
Joined in commission with him , but either
Have borne the action of yourself or else
To him had left it solely .
When he shall come to his account , he knows not
What I can urge against him , although it seems ,
And so he thinks and is no less apparent
To th’ vulgar eye , that he bears all things fairly ,
And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state ,
[229] ACT 4. SC. 7 Fights dragonlike , and does achieve as soon
As draw his sword ; yet he hath left undone
That which shall break his neck or hazard mine
Whene’er we come to our account .
And the nobility of Rome are his ;
The Senators and Patricians love him too .
The Tribunes are no soldiers , and their people
Will be as rash in the repeal as hasty
To expel him thence . I think he’ll be to Rome
As is the osprey to the fish , who takes it
By sovereignty of nature . First , he was
A noble servant to them , but he could not
Carry his honors even . Whether ’twas pride ,
Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man ; whether defect of judgment ,
To fail in the disposing of those chances
Which he was lord of ; or whether nature ,
Not to be other than one thing , not moving
From th’ casque to th’ cushion , but commanding
peace
Even with the same austerity and garb
As he controlled the war ; but one of these —
As he hath spices of them all — not all ,
For I dare so far free him — made him feared ,
So hated , and so banished . But he has a merit
To choke it in the utt’rance . So our virtues
Lie in th’ interpretation of the time ,
And power , unto itself most commendable ,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
T’ extol what it hath done .
One fire drives out one fire , one nail one nail ;
[231] ACT 4. SC. 7 Rights by rights falter ; strengths by strengths do
fail .
Come , let’s away . When , Caius , Rome is thine ,
Thou art poor’st of all ; then shortly art thou mine .
[235]
ACT 5
Scene 1
Tribunes ) , with others .
Which was sometime his general , who loved him
In a most dear particular . He called me father ,
But what o’ that ? Go you that banished him ;
A mile before his tent , fall down , and knee
The way into his mercy . Nay , if he coyed
To hear Cominius speak , I’ll keep at home .
I urged our old acquaintance , and the drops
That we have bled together . ‘Coriolanus’
He would not answer to , forbade all names .
He was a kind of nothing , titleless ,
Till he had forged himself a name o’ th’ fire
Of burning Rome .
A pair of tribunes that have wracked Rome
To make coals cheap ! A noble memory !
[237]ACT 5. SC. 1
When it was less expected . He replied
It was a bare petition of a state
To one whom they had punished .
Could he say less ?
For ’s private friends . His answer to me was
He could not stay to pick them in a pile
Of noisome musty chaff . He said ’twas folly
For one poor grain or two to leave unburnt
And still to nose th’ offense .
I am one of those ! His mother , wife , his child ,
And this brave fellow too , we are the grains ;
You are the musty chaff , and you are smelt
Above the moon . We must be burnt for you .
In this so-never-needed help , yet do not
Upbraid ’s with our distress . But sure , if you
Would be your country’s pleader , your good tongue ,
More than the instant army we can make ,
Might stop our countryman .
For Rome , towards Martius .
Martius
Return me , as Cominius is returned , unheard ,
[239] ACT 5. SC. 1 What then ? But as a discontented friend ,
Grief-shot with his unkindness ? Say ’t be so ?
Must have that thanks from Rome after the measure
As you intended well .
I think he’ll hear me . Yet to bite his lip
And hum at good Cominius much unhearts me .
He was not taken well ; he had not dined .
The veins unfilled , our blood is cold , and then
We pout upon the morning , are unapt
To give or to forgive ; but when we have stuffed
These pipes and these conveyances of our blood
With wine and feeding , we have suppler souls
Than in our priestlike fasts . Therefore I’ll watch him
Till he be dieted to my request ,
And then I’ll set upon him .
And cannot lose your way .
Speed how it will . I shall ere long have knowledge
Of my success .
Red as ’twould burn Rome ; and his injury
The jailor to his pity . I kneeled before him ;
’Twas very faintly he said ‘Rise’ ; dismissed me
Thus with his speechless hand . What he would do
He sent in writing after me ; what he
Would not , bound with an oath to yield to his
Conditions . So that all hope is vain
Unless his noble mother and his wife ,
Who , as I hear , mean to solicit him
[241] ACT 5. SC. 2 For mercy to his country . Therefore let’s hence
And with our fair entreaties haste them on .
Scene 2
I am an officer of state and come
To speak with Coriolanus .
Will no more hear from thence .
You’ll speak with Coriolanus .
If you have heard your general talk of Rome
And of his friends there , it is lots to blanks
My name hath touched your ears . It is Menenius .
Is not here passable .
Thy general is my lover . I have been
The book of his good acts , whence men have read
His fame unparalleled happily amplified ;
For I have ever verified my friends —
Of whom he’s chief — with all the size that verity
Would without lapsing suffer . Nay , sometimes ,
[243] ACT 5. SC. 2 Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground ,
I have tumbled past the throw , and in his praise
Have almost stamped the leasing . Therefore , fellow ,
I must have leave to pass .
his behalf as you have uttered words in your own ,
you should not pass here , no , though it were as virtuous
to lie as to live chastely . Therefore , go back .
always factionary on the party of your
general .
you say you have , I am one that , telling true under
him , must say you cannot pass . Therefore , go back .
not speak with him till after dinner .
Can you , when you have pushed out your gates the
very defender of them , and , in a violent popular
ignorance given your enemy your shield , think to
front his revenges with the easy groans of old
women , the virginal palms of your daughters , or
with the palsied intercession of such a decayed
dotant as you seem to be ? Can you think to blow
out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in
with such weak breath as this ? No , you are deceived .
Therefore , back to Rome and prepare for
your execution . You are condemned . Our general
has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon .
would use me with estimation .
[245]ACT 5. SC. 2
go , lest I let forth your half pint of blood . Back !
That’s the utmost of your having . Back !
say an errand for you . You shall know now that I
am in estimation ; you shall perceive that a Jack
guardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus .
Guess but by my entertainment with him
if thou stand’st not i’ th’ state of hanging or of some
death more long in spectatorship and crueler in
suffering ; behold now presently , and swoon for
what’s to come upon thee .
glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy particular
prosperity and love thee no worse than thy old
father Menenius does ! O my son , my son ! ( He
weeps . ) Thou art preparing fire for us ; look thee ,
here’s water to quench it . I was hardly moved to
come to thee ; but being assured none but myself
could move thee , I have been blown out of your
gates with sighs , and conjure thee to pardon Rome
and thy petitionary countrymen . The good gods
assuage thy wrath and turn the dregs of it upon
this varlet here , this , who , like a block , hath denied
my access to thee .
Are servanted to others . Though I owe
My revenge properly , my remission lies
In Volscian breasts . That we have been familiar ,
Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison rather
[247] ACT 5. SC. 3 Than pity note how much . Therefore , begone .
Mine ears against your suits are stronger than
Your gates against my force . Yet , for I loved thee ,
Take this along ; I writ it for thy sake ,
And would have sent it . Another word , Menenius ,
I will not hear thee speak . — This man , Aufidius ,
Was my beloved in Rome ; yet thou behold’st .
know the way home again .
your Greatness back ?
swoon ?
For such things as you , I can scarce think
there’s any , you’re so slight . He that hath a will to
die by himself fears it not from another . Let your
general do his worst . For you , be that you are ,
long ; and your misery increase with your age ! I say
to you , as I was said to , away !
the rock , the oak not to be wind-shaken .
Scene 3
Set down our host . My partner in this action ,
[249] ACT 5. SC. 3 You must report to th’ Volscian lords how plainly
I have borne this business .
You have respected , stopped your ears against
The general suit of Rome , never admitted
A private whisper , no , not with such friends
That thought them sure of you .
Whom with a cracked heart I have sent to Rome ,
Loved me above the measure of a father ,
Nay , godded me indeed . Their latest refuge
Was to send him , for whose old love I have —
Though I showed sourly to him — once more offered
The first conditions , which they did refuse
And cannot now accept , to grace him only
That thought he could do more . A very little
I have yielded to . Fresh embassies and suits ,
Nor from the state nor private friends , hereafter
Will I lend ear to .
Ha ? What shout is this ?
Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
In the same time ’tis made ? I will not .
with Attendants .
My wife comes foremost , then the honored mold
Wherein this trunk was framed , and in her hand
The grandchild to her blood . But out , affection !
All bond and privilege of nature , break !
Let it be virtuous to be obstinate .
What is that curtsy worth ? Or those doves’ eyes ,
Which can make gods forsworn ? I melt and am not
Of stronger earth than others .
My mother bows ,
As if Olympus to a molehill should
In supplication nod ; and my young boy
[251] ACT 5. SC. 3 Hath an aspect of intercession which
Great Nature cries ‘Deny not !’ Let the Volsces
Plow Rome and harrow Italy , I’ll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct , but stand
As if a man were author of himself ,
And knew no other kin .
Makes you think so .
I have forgot my part , and I am out ,
Even to a full disgrace . Best of my flesh ,
Forgive my tyranny , but do not say
For that ‘Forgive our Romans .’
O , a kiss
Long as my exile , sweet as my revenge !
Now , by the jealous queen of heaven , that kiss
I carried from thee , dear , and my true lip
Hath virgined it e’er since . You gods ! I prate
And the most noble mother of the world
Leave unsaluted . Sink , my knee , i’ th’ earth ;
Of thy deep duty more impression show
Than that of common sons .
Whilst with no softer cushion than the flint
I kneel before thee and unproperly
Show duty , as mistaken all this while
Between the child and parent .
Your knees to me ? To your corrected son ?
Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
[253] ACT 5. SC. 3 Fillip the stars ! Then let the mutinous winds
Strike the proud cedars ’gainst the fiery sun ,
Murdering impossibility to make
What cannot be slight work .
I holp to frame thee . Do you know this lady ?
The moon of Rome , chaste as the icicle
That’s curdied by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian’s temple ! — Dear Valeria .
Which by th’ interpretation of full time
May show like all yourself .
With the consent of supreme Jove , inform
Thy thoughts with nobleness , that thou mayst prove
To shame unvulnerable , and stick i’ th’ wars
Like a great seamark standing every flaw
And saving those that eye thee .
Are suitors to you .
Or if you’d ask , remember this before :
The thing I have forsworn to grant may never
Be held by you denials . Do not bid me
Dismiss my soldiers or capitulate
Again with Rome’s mechanics . Tell me not
Wherein I seem unnatural ; desire not
T’ allay my rages and revenges with
Your colder reasons .
[255]ACT 5. SC. 3
You have said you will not grant us anything ;
For we have nothing else to ask but that
Which you deny already . Yet we will ask ,
That if you fail in our request , the blame
May hang upon your hardness . Therefore hear us .
Hear naught from Rome in private . He sits . Your
request ?
And state of bodies would bewray what life
We have led since thy exile . Think with thyself
How more unfortunate than all living women
Are we come hither ; since that thy sight , which
should
Make our eyes flow with joy , hearts dance with
comforts ,
Constrains them weep and shake with fear and
sorrow ,
Making the mother , wife , and child to see
The son , the husband , and the father tearing
His country’s bowels out . And to poor we
Thine enmity’s most capital . Thou barr’st us
Our prayers to the gods , which is a comfort
That all but we enjoy . For how can we —
Alas , how can we — for our country pray ,
Whereto we are bound , together with thy victory ,
Whereto we are bound ? Alack , or we must lose
The country , our dear nurse , or else thy person ,
Our comfort in the country . We must find
An evident calamity , though we had
Our wish , which side should win , for either thou
Must as a foreign recreant be led
With manacles through our streets , or else
[257] ACT 5. SC. 3 Triumphantly tread on thy country’s ruin
And bear the palm for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children’s blood . For myself , son ,
I purpose not to wait on fortune till
These wars determine . If I cannot persuade thee
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts
Than seek the end of one , thou shalt no sooner
March to assault thy country than to tread —
Trust to ’t , thou shalt not — on thy mother’s womb
That brought thee to this world .
That brought you forth this boy to keep your name
Living to time .
I’ll run away till I am bigger , but then I’ll fight .
Requires nor child nor woman’s face to see . —
I have sat too long .
If it were so , that our request did tend
To save the Romans , thereby to destroy
The Volsces whom you serve , you might condemn
us
As poisonous of your honor . No , our suit
Is that you reconcile them , while the Volsces
May say ‘This mercy we have showed ,’ the Romans
‘This we received ,’ and each in either side
Give the all-hail to thee and cry ‘Be blest
For making up this peace !’ Thou know’st , great son ,
The end of war’s uncertain , but this certain ,
That , if thou conquer Rome , the benefit
Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name
Whose repetition will be dogged with curses ,
Whose chronicle thus writ : ‘The man was noble ,
But with his last attempt he wiped it out ,
[259] ACT 5. SC. 3 Destroyed his country , and his name remains
To th’ ensuing age abhorred .’ Speak to me , son .
Thou hast affected the fine strains of honor
To imitate the graces of the gods ,
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o’ th’ air
And yet to charge thy sulfur with a bolt
That should but rive an oak . Why dost not speak ?
Think’st thou it honorable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs ? — Daughter , speak you .
He cares not for your weeping . — Speak thou , boy .
Perhaps thy childishness will move him more
Than can our reasons . — There’s no man in the world
More bound to ’s mother , yet here he lets me prate
Like one i’ th’ stocks . Thou hast never in thy life
Showed thy dear mother any courtesy
When she , poor hen , fond of no second brood ,
Has clucked thee to the wars and safely home ,
Loaden with honor . Say my request’s unjust
And spurn me back ; but if it be not so ,
Thou art not honest , and the gods will plague thee
That thou restrain’st from me the duty which
To a mother’s part belongs . — He turns away . —
Down , ladies ! Let us shame him with our knees .
To his surname Coriolanus ’longs more pride
Than pity to our prayers . Down ! An end .
This is the last . So , we will home to Rome
And die among our neighbors . — Nay , behold ’s .
This boy that cannot tell what he would have ,
But kneels and holds up hands for fellowship ,
Does reason our petition with more strength
Than thou hast to deny ’t . — Come , let us go .
This fellow had a Volscian to his mother ,
His wife is in Corioles , and his child
[261] ACT 5. SC. 3 Like him by chance . — Yet give us our dispatch .
I am hushed until our city be afire ,
And then I’ll speak a little .
What have you done ? Behold , the heavens do ope ,
The gods look down , and this unnatural scene
They laugh at . O , my mother , mother , O !
You have won a happy victory to Rome ,
But , for your son — believe it , O , believe it ! —
Most dangerously you have with him prevailed ,
If not most mortal to him . But let it come . —
Aufidius , though I cannot make true wars ,
I’ll frame convenient peace . Now , good Aufidius ,
Were you in my stead , would you have heard
A mother less ? Or granted less , Aufidius ?
And , sir , it is no little thing to make
Mine eyes to sweat compassion . But , good sir ,
What peace you’ll make advise me . For my part ,
I’ll not to Rome . I’ll back with you ; and pray you ,
Stand to me in this cause . — O mother ! — Wife !
At difference in thee . Out of that I’ll work
Myself a former fortune .
But we will drink together , and you shall bear
A better witness back than words , which we ,
On like conditions , will have countersealed .
Come , enter with us . Ladies , you deserve
To have a temple built you . All the swords
[263] ACT 5. SC. 4 In Italy , and her confederate arms ,
Could not have made this peace .
Scene 4
cornerstone ?
your little finger , there is some hope the ladies of
Rome , especially his mother , may prevail with
him . But I say there is no hope in ’t . Our throats
are sentenced and stay upon execution .
condition of a man ?
butterfly , yet your butterfly was a grub . This Martius
is grown from man to dragon . He has wings ;
he’s more than a creeping thing .
his mother now than an eight-year-old horse . The
tartness of his face sours ripe grapes . When he
walks , he moves like an engine , and the ground
shrinks before his treading . He is able to pierce a
corslet with his eye , talks like a knell , and his hum
is a battery . He sits in his state as a thing made for
Alexander . What he bids be done is finished with
his bidding . He wants nothing of a god but eternity
and a heaven to throne in .
mercy his mother shall bring from him . There is
[265] ACT 5. SC. 4 no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male
tiger . That shall our poor city find , and all this is
long of you .
unto us . When we banished him , we respected not
them ; and he returning to break our necks , they
respect not us .
The plebeians have got your fellow tribune
And hale him up and down , all swearing if
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home ,
They’ll give him death by inches .
The Volscians are dislodged and Martius gone .
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome ,
No , not th’ expulsion of the Tarquins .
Art thou certain this is true ? Is ’t most certain ?
Where have you lurked that you make doubt of it ?
Ne’er through an arch so hurried the blown tide
As the recomforted through th’ gates . Why , hark you !
The trumpets , sackbuts , psalteries , and fifes ,
Tabors and cymbals , and the shouting Romans
Make the sun dance . Hark you !
[267]ACT 5. SC. 5
I will go meet the ladies . This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls , senators , patricians
A city full ; of tribunes such as you
A sea and land full . You have prayed well today .
This morning for ten thousand of your throats
I’d not have given a doit . Hark , how they joy !
you for your tidings ; next , accept my thankfulness .
Scene 5
Valeria ) passing over the stage , with other Lords .
Call all your tribes together , praise the gods ,
And make triumphant fires . Strew flowers before
them ,
Unshout the noise that banished Martius ,
Repeal him with the welcome of his mother .
Cry ‘Welcome , ladies , welcome !’
[269]ACT 5. SC. 6
Scene 6
Deliver them this paper .
Having read it ,
Bid them repair to th’ marketplace , where I ,
Even in theirs and in the commons’ ears ,
Will vouch the truth of it . Him I accuse
The city ports by this hath entered and
Intends t’ appear before the people , hoping
To purge himself with words . Dispatch .
Most welcome !
As with a man by his own alms empoisoned
And with his charity slain .
If you do hold the same intent wherein
You wished us parties , we’ll deliver you
Of your great danger .
We must proceed as we do find the people .
’Twixt you there’s difference , but the fall of either
Makes the survivor heir of all .
And my pretext to strike at him admits
A good construction . I raised him , and I pawned
Mine honor for his truth , who , being so heightened ,
[271] ACT 5. SC. 6 He watered his new plants with dews of flattery ,
Seducing so my friends ; and to this end ,
He bowed his nature , never known before
But to be rough , unswayable , and free .
When he did stand for consul , which he lost
By lack of stooping —
Being banished for ’t , he came unto my hearth ,
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 choose
Out of my files , his projects to accomplish ,
My best and freshest men ; served his designments
In mine own person ; holp to reap the fame
Which he did end all his ; and took some pride
To do myself this wrong ; till at the last
I seemed his follower , not partner ; and
He waged me with his countenance as if
I had been mercenary .
The army marvelled at it , and , in the last ,
When he had carried Rome and that we looked
For no less spoil than glory —
For which my sinews shall be stretched upon him .
At a few drops of women’s rheum , which are
As cheap as lies , he sold the blood and labor
Of our great action . Therefore shall he die ,
And I’ll renew me in his fall . But hark !
of the people .
[273] ACT 5. SC. 6 And had no welcomes home , but he returns
Splitting the air with noise .
Whose children he hath slain , their base throats tear
With giving him glory .
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 pronounced shall bury
His reasons with his body .
Here come the lords .
But , worthy lords , have you with heed perused
What I have written to you ?
What faults he made before the last , I think
Might have found easy fines , but there to end
Where he was to begin and give away
The benefit of our levies , answering us
With our own charge , making a treaty where
There was a yielding — this admits no excuse .
Commoners being with him .
No more infected with my country’s love
[275] ACT 5. SC. 6 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
home
Doth more than counterpoise a full third part
The charges of the action . We have made peace
With no less honor to the Antiates
Than shame to th’ Romans , and we here deliver ,
Subscribed by’ th’ Consuls and patricians ,
Together with the seal o’ th’ Senate , what
We have compounded on .
But tell the traitor in the highest degree
He hath abused your powers .
I’ll grace thee with that robbery , thy stol’n name
Coriolanus , in Corioles ?
You lords and heads o’ th’ state , perfidiously
He has betrayed your business and given up
For certain 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 silk , never admitting
Counsel o’ th’ war , but at his nurse’s tears
He whined and roared away your victory ,
That pages blushed at him and men of heart
Looked wond’ring each at other .
[277]ACT 5. SC. 6
Too great for what contains it . ‘Boy’ ? O slave ! —
Pardon me , lords , ’tis the first time that ever
I was forced to scold . Your judgments , my grave
lords ,
Must give this cur the lie ; and his own notion —
Who wears my stripes impressed upon him , that
Must bear my beating to his grave — shall join
To thrust the lie unto him .
Stain all your edges on me . ‘Boy’ ? False hound !
If you have writ your annals true , ’tis there
That like an eagle in a dovecote , I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles ,
Alone I did it . ‘Boy’ !
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune ,
Which was your shame , by this unholy braggart ,
’Fore your own eyes and ears ?
killed my son ! My daughter ! He killed my cousin
Marcus ! He killed my father !
The man is noble , and his fame folds in
This orb o’ th’ Earth . His last offenses to us
Shall have judicious hearing . Stand , Aufidius ,
And trouble not the peace .
[279]ACT 5. SC. 6
With six Aufidiuses , or more , his tribe ,
To use my lawful sword .
Aufidius stands on him .
Put up your swords .
Provoked 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 Honors
To call me to your senate , I’ll deliver
Myself your loyal servant or endure
Your heaviest censure .
And mourn you for him . Let him be regarded
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Did follow to his urn .
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame .
Let’s make the best of it .
And I am struck with sorrow . — Take him up .
Help , three o’ th’ chiefest soldiers ; I’ll be one . —
Beat thou the drum that it speak mournfully . —
[281] ACT 5. SC. 6 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 .
Assist .
A dead march sounded .
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