If you fubmit you to the people's voices, To fuffer lawful cenfure for fuch faults .Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, citizens, he fays he is content: The warlike fervice he has done, confider; think Upon the wounds his body bears, which fhew Like graves i' the holy church-yard. [only. Cor. Scratches with briers, fcars to move laughter Men. Confider further, That when he speaks not like a citizen, Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being paft for conful with full voice, Men. Nay; temperately: Your promise. Sic. Mark you this, people? Sic. For that he has (As much as in him lies) from time to time From off the rock Tarpeian, never more All. It fhall be fo, it shall be fo; let him away:He's banifh'd, and it fhall be fo. [friends ; Com. Hear me, my maiters, and my common- I have been conful, and can fhew from Rome, Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo. Cor. You common cry of curs! whofe breath I hate That do corrupt my air, I banish you; All. To the rock with him! to the rock with him! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! zalue my dear wife. Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into defpair! have the power still 4 i. c. 3 i. e. all office established and fettled by time. SAs, in this inftance, would feem to have the power 7 i. e. I love my country beyond the rate at which I Το A noble cunning 2; you were us'd to load me Vir. O heavens! O heavens ! Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee, wornan, [Rome, Vol. Now the red peftilence ftrike all trades in And occupations perith! Cor. What, what, what! I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well, IV. With cautelous baits and practice 4. Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius Co. O the gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devife with thee Cor. Fare ye well : Thou haft years upon thee; and thou art too full Mon. That's worthily As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.- Cor. Give me thy hand:-Come. A Street. 11. [Exeunt. Enter Sicinius, and Brutus, with an Edile. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll The nobility are vex'd, who, we fee, have fided Bru. Now we have fhewn our power, Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen) your Let us feem humbler after it is done, 1 Alated is dejected, fubdued, depreffed in fpirits. 2 The fenfe is. When fortune firikes her hardeft blows, to be wounded, and yet continue calm, requires a generous poli. y. He calls thes calmnels cunning, because it is he effect of reflection and philolopy. 3 i. e. fool:th. by artful and falfe tricks, and treafon. 5 First, i. e. nobleit, and moft eminent of men. of true metal unallay'd; a metaphor taken from trying gold on the touchftone. Bru. They have ta'en note of us : Keep on your way. [o'the gods Val. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague Requite your love! Men. Peace, peace; be not fo loud. [hear;Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should Nay, and you fhall hear fome.--Will you be gone? [To Brutus. Vir. [To Sicin.] You fhall stay too: I would, I had the power To fay fo to my hu band. Sie. Are you mankind 1? [fool. Vol. Ay, fool; Is that a fhame-Note but this Was not a man my father? Hadft thou foxfhip 2 To banish him that truck inore blows for Rome, Than thou hart spoken words ? Sic. O bleffed heavens ! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wife words; And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what ;-Yet go; Nay, but thou shalt stay too :—I would my fon Sic. What then? Virg. What then? He'd make an end of thy pofterity. Vol. Battards, and all. Rom. I know you well, fir, and you know me: your name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. It is fo, fir: truly, I have forgot you. Rom. I am a Roman; and my fervices are, as you are, against 'em : Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor No. Rom. The fame, fir. Vol. You had more beard, when I laft faw you; but your favour is well appear'd by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volcian ftate, to find you out there: You have well faved me a day's journey. Rom. There hath been in Rome ftrange inferrection: the people againit the fenators, patricians, and nobles. Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our ftate thinks not fo; they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their divifion. Rom. The main blaze of it is paft, but a fmall thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive fo to heart the banishment of that worthy Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptuefs, to take Vol. I would he had? 'Twas you incens'd the Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of thofe myfteries which heaven Will not have earth to know. Bru. Pray, let us go. Vol. Now, pray, fir, get you gone: all power from the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almoft mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banith'd? Vol. You wil be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. Ron. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when he's fallen out with her huf You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this: band. Your noble Tullus Autidius will appear As far as doth the Capitol exceed The meanest houfe in Rome; fo far, my fon, Vel. Take my prayers with you.- well in these wars, his great oppofer Coriolanus being now in no requeft of his country. Vol. He cannot choofe. I am molt fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home. Rom. I fhall, between this and fupper, tell you moft ftrange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adverfaries. Have you an army [Exeunt Tribunes. [ready, fay you? 1 Dr. Johnfon here remarks, that the word mankind is ufed maliciously by the first speaker, and taken perverfely by the fecond. A mankind woman is a woman with the roughness of a man, and, In an aggravated fenfe, a woman ferocious, violent, and eager to fhed blood. In this fenfe Sicinius afks Volumnia, if he be mankind. She takes mankind for a human creature, and accordingly cries out: • Note but this fool. - Was not a man my father?” 21. e. cunning enough. Vel. A most royal one; the centurions, and their charges, diftinctly billetted, already in the entertainment', and to be on foot at an hour's warning. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that fhall fet them in prefent action. So, fir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company. Vol. You take my part from me, fir; I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together. SCENE Antiam. IV. Before Aufidius's Houfe. [Exeunt. Cor. Away! 2 Serv. Away? Get you away. Cor. Now thou art troublesome. 2 Serv. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third Servant. The firfl meets him. 3 Serv. What fellow's this? 1 Serv. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o' the house: Pr'ythee, call my mafter to him. Pray you, avoid the house. Serv. A marvellous poor one. 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up fome other ftation: here's no place for you; pray you, avoid come. [Exit Citizen. Cor. Follow your function, go, And batten on cold bits, [Pulkes him away. 3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my mafter what a strange guest he has here. 2 Serv. And I fhall. 3 Serv. Where dwell'st thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Serv. Under the canopy? Cor. Ay. 3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. I the city of kites and crows. [Exit, What 3 Serv. I' the city of kites and crows an afs it is!-Then thou dwell with daws too? Cor. No, I ferve not thy master. 3 Serv. How, fir! Do you meddle with my mafter? Cor. Ay; 'tis an honefter fervice, than to meddle with thy miftrefs: [Exit. Thou prat ft, and prat'ft; ferve with thy trencher, [Beats bim away. I Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What fervice is here! I think our fellows are asleep. Enter another Serving-man. [Exit. hence ! Enter Aufidius, with the fecond Serving-man. *Auf. Where is this fellow? 2 Sev. Here, fir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for difturbing the lords within. Auf. Whence comeft thou? what wouldeft thou? Thy name? Why fpeak'ft not? Speak, man: What's thy name? Not yet thou know'ft me, and seeing me, doft not That is, though not actually encamped, yet already in pay. To entertain an army is to take them into pay. 2 Companion was formerly ufcd in the fame fenfe as we now ule the word Fellow. Auf Auf. What is thy name? Cor. A name unmufical to the Volces' ears, Aud harsh in found to thine. Auf. Say, what's thy name ? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face : I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world And make my mifery ferve thy turn; fo use it, Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes Auf. O Marcius, Marcius, [heart Each word thou"hast spoke hath weeded from my Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and fay, And fearr'd the moon with splinters! Here 1 clip Memory for memorial, territory. Sigh'd truer breath; but that I fee thee here, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose Marcius, I Serv. Here's a strange alteration! 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a falfe report of him. I Serv. What an arm he has! He turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would fet up a top. 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was fomething in him: He had, fir, a kind of face, methought,-I cannot tell how to term it. I Serv. He had fo; looking, as it were,'Would I were hang'd, but I thought there was more in him than I could think. 2 Serv. So did I, I'll be fworn: He is fimply the rareft man i'the world. 1 Serv. I think he is: but a greater foldier than he, you wot one. 2 Serv. Who? my master? 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that. 2 Serv. Worth fix of him. 1 Serv. Nay, not fo neither: but I take him to be the greater foldier. 2 Serv. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how 2. e. refentment or revenge. 3 i. e. difgraceful diminutions of |