But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd What I have written to you? Lords. We have. 1 Lord. And grieve to hear it. 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 chargel; making a treaty, where There was a yielding; This admits no excuse. Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him. Enter Coriolanus, with Drums and Colours; a Crowd of Citizens with him. Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier; No more infected with my country's love, 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, Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, Auf. Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree Cor. Traitor!-How now? Ay, traitor Marcius. Marcius! A. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously 1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me.-Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli: Alone I did it. -Boy! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy brag gart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? Consp. [Several speak at once.] Let him die for't. Cit. [Speaking promiscuously. ] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son;-my daughter;-He killed my cousin Marcus;-He killed my father. 2 Lord. Peace, ho;-no outrage ;-peace. The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o' the earth. His last offence to us Shall have judicious1 hearing.-Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. Cor. O, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf. Insolent villain ! Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. Lords. 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords. Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Bear from hence his body, 2 Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it. Auf. My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up: Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers: I'll be one.Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: Trail your steel pikes.-Though in this city he Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, Which to this hour bewail the injury, Yet he shall have a noble memory.Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. A dead March sounded. 1 Judicial. And drive away the vulgar from the streets: SCENE IL-A PUBLIC PLACE. Cæs. Calphurnia,— Cas. Peace, ho! Cæsar speaks. [Musick ceases. Cal. Here, my lord. Ces. Stand you directly in Antonius' way, When he doth run his course, Antonius. Ant. Cæsar, my lord. Cres. Forget not, in your speed, Antonius, Caes. Ha! who calls? I shall remember: What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of March. Caes. Set him before me, let me see his face. Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Cæsar. Caes. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again. Sooth. Beware the ides of March, Bru. Not I. Cas. I pray you do. Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late: Bru. Cassius, Be not deceiv'd: if I have veil'd my look, Of late, with passions of some difference,5 At the feast of Lupercalia. 2 Eight days in each month in March from 15th to 23rd 4 Flourish of instru. ments. 5 Opposing feelings or desires. Which gives some soil, perhaps, tomy behaviours: Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook And it is very much lamented, Brutus, That you would have me seek into myself [hear: Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to [Flourish and Shout. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, I was born free as Cæsar; so were you: The troubled Tyber chafing with her shores. 1 Make common. |