And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
'Would 1 had known no more ! but (he muft die,
She muft, the faints muft have her; yet a virgin,
A pure unfpotted liily (hall fhe pafs
To the ground, and all the world fhall mourn her.
Kin. O lord arch-bifhop,
Thou haft made me now a man ; never, before
This happy child, did I get any thing:
This oracle of comfort has fo pleas'd me,
That, when I am in heaven, 1 ihall desire
To fee what this child does, and praise my maker
I thank ye all. To you, my good lord mayor,
And your good brethren, I am much beholding;
I have receiv'd much honour by your presence,
And ye fhall find me thankful Lead the way, lord;_
Ye muft all fee the queen, and fhe muft thank ye,
She will be fick elfe. This day, no man think
He has businefs at his houfe ; for all fhall flay,
This little one lhall make it holiday. [Exeunt.
EPILOGUE.
'Tis ten to one, this play can never please
All that are here: Some come to take their ease,
And fleep an al or two ; bat those, we fear,
We have frighted with our trumpets ; fo, 'tis clear,
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They'll fay, 'tis naught : others, to hear the city
Abus'd extremely, and to cry, that's witty;
Which we have not done neither: that, I fear,
All the expefted good we are like to hear
For this play at this time, is only in
The merciful conftruftion of good women ;
For fuch a one we (hew'd 'em : ff they fmile,
And fay, 'twill do, I know, within a while
All the heft men are ours; for 'tis ill hap,
If they hold, when their ladies bid 'em clap.
CORIOLANUS.
Perfons represented.
Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a noble Roman,
bated by the common People.
Cominius, 1 Generals again/1 the Volcians,
Titus Lartius, \ and Friend* to Coriolanus.
Menenius Agrippa, Friend to Coriolanus.
Sicinius Velutus, 7 Tribunes of the People, and
Junius Brutus, j Enemies to Coriolanus.
Boy, Son to Coriolanus.
Senators, two ; Officers of the Senate, fwo ; Citizens*
Jix; Soldiers, three; a Patrician, JEdile, Herald,
Officer, Spy, and eight MeJJengers, Romans.
Tullus Aufidius, General of the Volcians.
Senators of Corioli, tnvo; efAntium, three: Ser<vantt
tf Aufidius, three; Friends of the fame, Confpirators
againft Marcius, three; a Citizen o^Antium, Officer*
Soldier, Spy, and two Guards, Volcians.
Volumnia, Mother to Coriolarms :
Virgilia, his Wife.
Valeria, Friend to Virgilia.
fientlenueman, attending Virgilia.
Roman Ladies, Patricians, .fiLdilts, Li 3 or s, &c.
Senators, and Citizens, Officers, Soldiers,
&c. Roman and Volcian.
Scene, difperfd: in Rome, Antium, and Corioli j and
in the Roman and Vofcian Ytrrittntt*
CORIOLANUS.
ACT I.
SCENE I. Rome. A Street.
Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, tuitb
Staves, Clubs, and other Weapons.
l. C. Before we proceed any farther, hear me (peak,
-.peak, fpeak.
'ou are all resolv'd rather to die than to fam-
alL Speak, fpeak.
i. C. You
ifli?
all. Resolv'd, resolv'd.
i. C. Firft, you know, CaiusMarciut is chief enemy
to the people.
all. We know't, we know't.
1 . C. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our
own price. Is't a verdift ?
all. No more talking on't ; let it be done : away,
away.
2. C. One word, good citizens.
i. C. We are accounted poor citizens; the patrici-
ans, good What authority furfeits on, would relieve us :
If chey would yield us but the fupcrfluity, while it were
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wholfome, we might guefs they relieved us humanely:
but they think, we are too dear: the leannefs that
afflifts us, the objeft of our misery, is as an inventory
to particularize their abundance ; our fufferance is a gain
to them : Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we
become rakes: for the gods know, I fpeak this in hunger
for bread, not in thirft for revenge.
2. C. Would you proceed efpecially againft Caius
Martiui ?
ail. Againft him firfl; he's a very dog to the com-
monalty.
2. C. Confideryou what fervices he has done for his
country:
i. C. Very well ; and could be content to give him
good report for't, but that he pays himfelf with being
proud.
*U. Nay, but fpeak not malicioufly.
1 . C. I fay unto you, what he hath done famoufly,
he did it to that end . though foft-confcienc'd men cnn
be content to fay, it was for his country, he did it partfy
to please his mother, and to be proud ; which he is, even
to the altitude of his virtue.
2. C. What he cannot help in his nature, you ac-
count a vice in him : You muft in no way fay, he is co-
vetous.
i.C. If I muft not, I need not be barren of accu-
sations; he hath faults, with furplus, to tire in repeti-
tion [ Shouts - within.] What ihouts are these. ''The
other fide o'th' city is risen : Why Itay we prating here
to th' capitol.
all. Come, come.
i . C. Soft j who comes here ?
Coriolanus. *
Enter MENENIUS AGRTPPA.
z. C. Worthy Menenius dgrippa ; one that hath al-
ways lov'd the people.
i . C. He's one honeft enough ; 'Would, all the reft
were fo !
MEN. What work's, my countrymen, in hand I Where
go you
With hats, and clubs ? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
i. C. Our businefs is not unknown to the fenate;
they have had inkling, this fortnight, what we intend
to do, which now we'll (hew them in deeds : They fay,
poor fuiters have ftrong breaths; they mail know, we
have Itrong arms too.
MEN. Why, mafters, my" good friends, mine honeft
neighbours,
Will you undo yourfelves ?
i . C. We cannot, fir, we are undone already.
MEN. I tell you, friends, moil charitable care
Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
Your fuffering in this dearth, you may as well
Strike at the heaven with your ftaves, as lift them
Againft the Roman (late ; whose courfe will on
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
Of more Itrong link afunder, than can ever
.Appear in your impediment : For the dearth,
The gods, not the patricians, make it ; and
Your knees to them, not arms, mutt help. Alack,
You are tranfported by calamity
Thither where more attends you ; and you flander
The helms o'the ilate, who care for you like fathers.
When you curfe them as enemies.
i . C. Care for us ! True, indeed- they ne'er car'd for
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us yet. Suffer us to famifh, and their ftore -houses, cram'd
with grain ; make edifts for usury, to fupport usurers :
repeal daily any wholefome aft eitablifhed againft the
rich ; and provide more piercing ftatutes daily, to chain
up and reftrain the poor : If the wars eat us not up, they
will ; and there's all the love they bear us.
MEN. Either you muft
Confefs yourfelves wond'rous malicious,
Or be accus'd of folly. 1 (hall tell you
A pretty tale ; it may be, you have heard it,
But, fince it ferves my purpose, I will venture
To ftale't a little more.
i. C. Well, I'll hear it, fir: yet you muft not think
to fob off our difgrace with a tale : but, an't please you,
deliver.
MEN. There was a time, when all the body's members
Rebell'd againft the belly; thus accus'd it:
That only like a gulf it did remain
J'the midft o'the body, idle and unaftive,
Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
Like labour with the reft ; where the other inftrumenU
Did fee, and hear, devise, inftruft, walk, feel,
And mutually participate, did minifter
Unto the appetite and affeftion common
Of the whole body. The belly anfwer'd,
i . C. Well, fir,
What anfwer made the belly ?
MEN. Sir, I fhall tell you : With a kind of fmile,
Which ne'er came from the lungs, hut even thus,
(For, look you, 1 may make the belly fmile,
As well as fpeak) it tauntingly reply'd
To the discontented members, the mutinous parta
- fcale't
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That envy'd his receit ; even fo moft fitly
As you malign our fenators, for that
They are not fuch as you.
i. C. Your belly's anfwer: What!
The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye,
The counfellor heart, the arm our foldier,
Our Iteed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter,
With other muniments and petty helps
]n this our fabrick, if that they
MEN. What then ?_
'Fore me, this fellow fpeaks ! what then ? what then ?
i. C. Should by the cormorant belly be reftrain'd,
Who is the fink o'the body,
MEN. Well, what then?
i. C The former agents if they did complain,
What could the belly anfwer?
Mf.v. I will tell you;
If you'll beftow a fmall (of what you have little)
Patience, awhile, you'll hear the belly's anfwer.
i . C. You're long about it.
MEN. Note me this, good friend ;
Your moft grave belly was deliberate,
Not rafh like his accusers, and thus anfwer'd:
True is it, my incorporate friends, quoth he,
That I receive the general food at fir ft,
V hick you do live upon : and Jit it is;
Because 1 am the ftore-houje, and the /hop
Of the whole body : But, if you de rfmfik f>>r,
I fend it through the riven of your blood
f.-vfn to the court, the heart, to the feat o'the brain ;
dnd, through the cranks and offices of man,
V be Jlrtngeft nerves, and Jmall inftritr vri*t,
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From me restive that natural competency
Whereby they live : And though that all at once,
You, my good friends, this fays the belly; mark me,
i. C. Ay, fir; well, well.
MEN. Though all at once cannot
See nvhat I do deliver out to each ;
Yet I can make my audit up, that all
From me do back receive thefonuer of all,
And leave me but the bran. What fay you to't ?
i.C. It was an anfwer: How apply you this ?
MEN. The fenators of Rome are this good belly,
And you the mutinous members : For examine
Their counfels, and their cares ; digeft things rightly,
Touching the weal o'the common ; you fhall find,
No publick benefit, which you receive,
But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you,
And'no way from yourfelves What do you think ?
You, the great toe of this aflembly f
i.C. 1 the great toe! Why the great toe ?
MEN. For that, being one o'the loweft. bafeft, pooreft,
Of this moft wise rebellion, thou go'ft foremoft ;
Thou, rafcal, that art firft in blood to run,
Lead'ft firft, to win fome vantage.
But make you ready your ftiff bats and clubs ;
Rome and her rats are at the point of battle,
Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.
The one fide mult have ba!e._Hail, noble Marcius.
MAR. Thanks. What's the matter, you diffentious
rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourfelves fcabs.
I . C. We have ever your good word.
a* art worft Kaile
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MAR . He that will give good words to thee, will flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace, nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trulls to you,
Where he fhould rind you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geefe : You are no furer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailftone in the fun. Your virtue is,
To make him worthy, whose offence fubdues him,
And curfe that jultice did it. Who deserves greatnefs,
Deserves your hate: and your affeclions are
A fick man's appetite, who desires molt that
Which would encreafe his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours, fwims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rufhes. Hang ye! Truft ye?
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 feveral places of the city
You cry againft the noble fenate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which elfe
Would feed on one another ?_What's their feeking?
MEN. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they fay,
The city is well llor'd.
MAR. Hang 'em! They fay?
They'll fit by the fire, and presume to know
What's done i'thecapitol : who's like to rise,
And who declines : fide factions, and give out
Conjectural marriages; making parties ftrong,
And ieebling fuch as iland not in their liking,
Below theircobl'd (hoes. They fay, there's grain enough?
Would the nobility lay afide their ruth,
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And let me use my fword, I'd make a quarry
With thousands of these quarier'd Haves, as high
As I could pitch my lance.
MEN. Nay, these are almoft thoroughly perfuaded ;
For though abundantly they lack difcretion,
Yet are they paffing cowardly. But, I befeech you,
What fays the other troop ?
MAR. They're dissolv'd: Hang 'em!
Theyfaid, they were an-hungry; figh'd forth proverbs ;
That, hunger broke ftone walls ; that, dogs muft eat;
That, meat was made for mouths ; that, the gods fent not
Corn for the rich men only : With these fhreds
They vented their complainings ; which being anfwer'd,
And a petition granted them, a ftrange one,
(To break the heart of generality,
And make bold power look pale) they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
Shooting their emulation.
MEN. What is granted them?
MAR. Five tribunes, to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
Of their own choice : One's Junius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not - S'death !
The rabble mould have firft unroof'd the city,
Ere fo prevail'd with me : it will in time
Win upon power, and throw forth greater themes
For infurre&ion's arguing.
MEN. This is ftrange.
MAR. Go, get you home, you fragments.
Enter a Meflenger, hajiiiy.
Me/. Where's Caius Marcius ?
MAR . Here : What's the matter ?
Mef. The news is, fir, the Vokian* are in arms.
3 pickc -I unroo'ft
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MAR . T am glad on't ; then we (hall have means to vent
Our mufty fuperfluity : _See, our bell elders-
Eater certain Senators, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS,
BRUTUS, and Si c i N i u s .
i. 5. Marcius, 'tis true, that you have lately told us,
The yolcians are in arms.
MAR. They have a leader,
Tullui /litfidius, that will put you to't.
I fin in envying his nobility:
And were 1 any thing but what I am,
I would wifh me only he.
COM. You have fought together.
MJR. Were half to half the world by the ears, and he
Upon my party, I'd revolt, to make
Only my wars with him : He is a lion
That I am proud to hunt.
i . S. Then, worthy Marcius,
Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
COM. It is your former promise.
MJR . Sir, it is ;
And I am conftant. _ Titus Larttus, thou
Shalt fee me once more ftrike at TulIuS face:
What, art thou ftiff? ftand'lt out?
TiT. No, Caius Marcius;
I'll lean upon one crutch, and fight wi' the other,
Ere ftay behind this businefs.
ME N. O, true bred!
i . 5. Your company to the capitol ; where, I know,
Our grcateft friends attend us.
TIT. Lead you on :
Follow, Cominius ; we muft follow you;
Right worthy you priority.
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COM. Noble Lartius !
i . 5. Hence, to your homes* [fo the Cit.] be gone.
MAR. Nay, let them follow :
The Vclc'iam have much corn ; take these rats thither,
To gnaw their garners: Worihipful mutineers,
Your valour puts well forth : pray, follow.
[Exeunt Senators, COM. MAR. TIT. and
MENENIUS ; Citizens Jieal away.
Sic . Was ever man fo proud as is this Mardus ?
BRU. He has no equal.
Sic. When we were chosen tribunes for the people,
BRU. Mark'd you his lip, and eyes ?
Sic. Nay, but his taunts!
BR u. Being mov'd, he will not fpare to gird the gods :
Sic. Bemock the model! moon.
BRU* The present wars devour him ! he is grown
Too proud to be fo valiant.
Sic. Such a nature,
Tickl'd with good fuccefs, difdains the fhadow
Which he treads on at noon : But I do wonder,
His infolence can brook to be commanded
Under Cominius.
BRU. Fame, at the which he aims,
In which already he is well grac'd, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd, than by
A place below the firft : for what mifcarrk-h
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmoit of a man; and giddy cenfure
Will then cry out on Marcius, O, if be
Had born the bminefs !
Sic. Befides, if things go well,
Opinion, that fo (licks on Marcius, mall
1 Mart tut *+ In whom
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Of his demerits rob Cominius.
BRU Come:
Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius,
Though Marcius earn'd them not; and all his faults
To Marcius (hall be honours, though, indeed,
In ought he merit not.
Sic. Let's hence, and hear
How the difpatch is made; and in what fafhion,
More than his fingularity, he goes
Upon this present a&ion.
BRU. Let's along. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-Houfe.
Enter certain Senators, and A u F i D i u s .
1 . 5. So, your opinion is, Avfidim,
That they of Rome are enter'd in our counfels,
And know how we proceed.
, AUF. Is it not yours?
What ever hath been thought on in this ftate,
That could be brought to bodily aft ere Rome
Had circumvention r 'Tis not four days gone,
Since I heard thence ; these are the words : I think
I have the letter here ; yes, here ~j~ it is : [reads.
They have prejfd a power, but it is not kno<wn
Whether for eaft, or <wejt: The dearth is great ;
The people mutinous : and it is rumour* 'd, ~~
Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
(Who is of Rome wor/e hated than of you)
And Titus Lartius, a moji "valiant Roman,
"These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent : mojt likely, 'tis for you ;
Confider of it.
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14 Coriolanus.
1 . 5. Our army's in the field :
We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
To anfwer us.
Avf. Nor did you think it folly,
To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'till when
They needs muft (hew themfelves ; which in the hatching,
It feem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the difcovery,
We lhall be Ihorten'd in our aim ; which was,
To take in many towns, ere, almoft, Rome
Should know we were afoot.
2. 5. Noble Aufidius,
Take your commiflion^; hye you to your bands;
Let us alone to guard Corioli :
If they fet down before us, for the remove
Bring up your army; but, I think, you'll find
They have not prepar'd for us.
" Auf. O, doubt not that ;
I fpeak from certainties. Nay, more,
Some parcels of their power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
'Tis fworn between us, we mall ever ftrike
'Till one can do no more.
all. The gods affift you !
Avr. And keep your honours fafe !
1 . 5. Farewel.
2. S. Farewel.
all. Farewel. [Exeunt,
SCENE III. Rome. A Room in Marcius' Hou/e.
Enter VOLUMNIA, and VIRGILIA : They feat
them/ehes upon Stools, and fo<w.
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VOL. I pray you, daughter, fing; or exprefs yourfelf
in a more comfortable fort: If my fon were my husband,
I fhould freelier rejoice in that abfence wherein he won
honour, than in the embracements of his bed, where he
would mew moll love. When yet he was but tender-
body'd, and the only fon of my womb ; when youth with
comelinefs pluck'd all gaze his way; when, for a day of
kings' entreaties, a mother mould not fell him an hour
from her beholding; I, confidering how honour would
become fuch a perfon ; that it was no better than pidlure-
like to hang by the wall, if renown made it not ftir,
was pleas 'd to let him feek danger where he was like to
find fame. To a cruel war i fent him ; from whence he
return'd, his brows bound with oak: 1 tell thee, daugh-
ter, I fprang not more in joy at firft hearing he was a
man-child, than now in firft feeing he had proved him-
felf a man.
ViK. But had he dy'd in the businefs, madam ? how
then ?
VOL . Then his good report mould have been my fon ;
I therein would have found i/Tue. Hear me profefs fin-
cerely ; Had I a dozen fons, each in my love alike, and
none lefs dear than thine and my good Marcius, 1 had
rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one
voluptuoufly furfeit out of aftion.
Enter a Gentlewoman.
Gen. Madam, the lady Valeria is come to visit you.
VIR. 'Befeech you, give me leave to retire myfclf.
VOL. Indeed, you mail not.
Methinks, 1 hither hear your husband's drum ;
31 fee him pluck Aufidius down by the hair;
As children from a bear, the Volciam fhuning him :
3 heare hither
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Methinks, I fee him ftamp ~[~ thus, and call thus,-*
Cents on, you cowards ; you 'were got in fear^
Though ycu ivere born in Rome: His bloody brow
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes ;
Like to a harveftman, that's taflt'd to mow
Or all, or lose his hire.
VIR . His bloody brow ! o, Jupiter, no blood !
VOL. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man,
Than gilt his trophy : The breafls of Hecuba,
When me did fuckle He8or, look'd not lovelier
Than Heflor's forehead, when it fpit forth blood
At Grecian fwords' contending Tell Valeria,
We are fit to bid her welcome. [Ex't Gen.
VIR. Heavens blefs my lord from fell Aufidius!
VOL. He'll beat Aufidiuf head below his knee,
And tread upon his neck.
Enter VALERIA, attended,
VAL. My ladies both, good day to you.
VOL. Sweet madam,
VIR. 1 am glad to fee your ladyfhip.
VAL. How do you both? you are manifeft houfe-
keepers. What, are you fowing here r A fine fpot, in good
faith. How does your little fon?
VIR. 1 thank your ladyfhip; well, good madam.
VOL . He had rather fee the fwords, and hear a drum,
Than look upon his fchool-mafter.
VAL. O my word, the father's fon: I'll fwear, 'tis a
very pretty boy. O' my troth, I look'd upon him o*
\vednefday half an hour together: h'as fuch a confirm'd
countenance. I faw 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 ; catch'd it
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again : or whether his fall enrag'djiim, or how 'twas,
he did ib fet his teeth, and tear it; o, I warrant, how he
mamock'd it !
VOL, One of's father's moods.
VAL. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child.
VIR. A crack, madam.
VAL. Come, lay afide your ftitchery; I muft have you
play the idle huswife with me this afternoon.
VIR. No, good madam; I will not out of doors.
VAL . Not out of doors !
VOL. She (hall, me (hall.
VIR. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not over
the threfliold, 'till my lord return from the wars.
VAL. Fye, you confine yourfelf moll unreasonably:
Come, you mull go visit the good lady that lyes in.
VIR. I will wifh her fpeedy ftrength, and visit her
with my prayers ; but I cannot go thither.
VOL. Why, I pray you ?
VIR. "Tis not to fave labour, nor that I want love.
VAL. You would be another Penelope: yet, they fay,
all the yarn, (he fpun in Vly/ei" abfence, did but fill
Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambrick were
fenfible as your finger, that you might leave pricking it
for pity. Come, you (hall go with us.
VIR. No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will
not forth.
VAL. In truth la, go with me; and I'll tell you ex-
cellent news of your husband.
VIR. O, good madam, there can be none yet.
VAL . Verily, I do not jeft with you ; there came news
from him laft night
Vm. Indeed, madam?
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VAt. In earneft, it's true ; I heard a fenator fpeak it.
Thus it is : The Volcians have an army forth ; againft
whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of
our Roman power : your lord, and Titus Lartius, are fet
down before their city Corioli ; they nothing doubt pre-
vailing, and to make it brief wars. This is true, on mine
honour; and fo, I pray, go with us.
Vi* . Give me excufe, good madam ; I will obey you
in every thing hereafter.
VOL. Let her alone, lady; as me is now, me will but
disease our better mirth.
VAL. In troth, I think me would: Fare you well
then Come, good fweetlady Pr'ythee, Virgilia, turn
thy folemnnefs out o'door, and go along with us.
VIR. No : at a word, madam; indeed, I mull not. I
wifh you much mirth.
VAL . Well, then farewel. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Trenches before Corioli.
Enter, with Drum and Colours* MARCIUS, TITUS,
Officers, Soldiers, &C. to them, a Meffenger.
MAR. Yonder comes news: A wager, they have met.
Tit. My horfe to yours, no.
MAR.- 'Tis done.
7/r. Agreed.
MAR. Say, has our general met the enemy?
Mef. They lye in view, but have not ipoke as yet.
7/r. So, the good horfe is mine.
MAR. I'll buy him of you.
TIT. No, I'll nor fell, nor give him : lend you him
I will,
For half a hundred years. _ Summon the town.
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MJK. How far off lye these armies ?
Mef. Within this mile and half.
MAR. Then (hall we hear their 'larum, and they
ours._
Now. Mars, I pr'ythee, make us quick in work ;
That we with fmoking fwords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends !_ Come, blow thy blaft
They found a Parley. Enter, upon the Walls t
fame Senators, and o/^rVolcians.
Tullus Aujldius, is he within your walls ?
i.5. No, nor a man that fears you lefs than he,
That's letter than a little. Hark, our drums
[Alarums heard,
Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our walls,
Rather than they ihall pound us up : our gates,
Which yet feem (hut, we have but pin'd with rufhes;
They'll open of themfelves. Hark you, far off;
[other Alarums.