2. 3. What, what, what? let's partake.
1. S. I would not be a Roman, of all nations ; I had
as lief be a condemn'd man.
2. 3. Wherefore, wherefore?
1. S. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our
general, Caiui Marcius.
3. S. Why do you fay, thwack our general?
i.5. I do not fay, thwack our general ; but he was
always good enough for him.
2 . S. Come, we are fellows, and friends : he was ever
too hard for him ; I have heard him fay fo himfelf.
3 . 5. He was too hard for him directly, to fay the
troth on't : before Corioli, he fcotch'd him and notch'd
him like a carbonado.
2. S. An he had been canibaHy given, he might have
broil'd and eaten him too.
J*bryl'd-
Y z
96 Coriolanus.
3. S. But, more of thy news ?
1 . S. Why, he is fo made on here within, as if he were
fon and heir to Man: fet at upper end o'tbe table : no
queftion afk'd him by any of the fenators, but they ftand
bald before him: Our general himfelf makes a miilrefs
of him ; fanftifies himfelf with's hand, and turns up the
white o'the eye to his difcourfe. But the bottom of the
news is, our general is cut i'the middle, and but one half
of what he was yefterday : for the other has half, by the en-
treaty and grant of the whole table. He will go, he fays,
and fowle the porter of Rome gates by the ears : He will
mow down all before him, and leave his paflage poll'd.
2. S. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can ima-
gine.
1 . 5. Do't ? he will do't : For, look you, fir, he has as
many friends as enemies; which friends, fir, (as it were)
durft not (look you, fir) {hew themfelves (as we term it)
his friends, whilft he's in dire&itude.
3-5. Dire&itude ! what's that ?
i . S. But when they fhall fee, fir, his creft up again,
and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like
conies after rain, and revel all with him.
3. S. But when goes this forward?
1 . S. To-morrow, to-day, presently ; you fhall have
the drum ftrook up this afternoon : 'tis, as it were, a par-
cel of their feaft, and to be executed ere they wipe their
lips.
2. S. Why, then we fhall have a flirring world again.
This peace is ecofc for nothing, but to ruft iron, increafe
tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
3. S. Let me have war, fay I; it exceeds peace, as
far as day does night; it's fprightly, waking, audible,
3 s walking
Coriolanus.
97
and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy ;
mull'd, deaf, afleep, infenfible; a getter of more baftard
children, than war's a deftroycr of men.
2. S. 'Tis fo : and as war, in fome fort, may be faid
to be a raviflier; fo it cannot be deny'd, but peace is a
great maker of cuckolds.
3. S. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
1. S. Reason; because they then lefs need one another.
The wars for my money. I hope to fee Rowans as cheap
as Volcians. They are rising, they are rising.
2. 3. In, in, in, in. \Exeunt,
SCENE VI. Rome. A publick Place.
Enter SICINIUS, and BRUTUS.
Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him ;
His remedies are tame i'the present peace
And quietnefs of the people, which before
Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
Blum, that the world goes well; who rather had,
Though they themfelves did fuffer by't, behold
Diflentious numbers peftring ftreets, than fee
Our tradesmen finging in their fhups, and going
About their functions friendly.
Eater MENENIUS.
BRU. We flood to't in good time. Ts this Menenius?
Src. 'Tis he, 'tis he : O, he is grown molt kind
Of late. _Hail, fir.
2Bru* tyail, Cr
MEN. Hail to you both.
Sic. Your Coriolanus, fir, is not much mifT'd,
But with his friends : the common-wealth doth Hand;
And fo would do, were he more angry at it.
* fleepc 4 warres
98 Coriolanus.
MEAT. All's well ; and might have been mueh better, if
He could have temporiz'd.
Sic. Where is he, hear you ?
MEN. Nay, I hear nothing; his mother, and his wife,
Hear nothing from him.
Enter three or four Citizens.
Cit. The gods preserve you both!
Sic. Good-e'en, our neighbours.
xu. Good-e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all.
I. C. Ourfelves.ourwives, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.
Sic. Live, litoe, and thrive !
BR u. Farewel, kind neighbours : We wifti'd Coriolanus
Had lov'd you as we did.
Cit. Now the gods keep you !
Yri. Farewel, farewel. [Exeunt Citizens.
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Than when these fellows ran about the ftreets.
Crying, Confusion.
B R u . Caius Mar dm wa s
A worthy officer i'the war ; but infolent,
O'ercome with pride, ambitious paft all thinking,
Self-loving,
Sic. And affefting one fole throne,
Without affiftance.
MEN. /5ap, 1 think not fo.
Sic. We had by this, to all our lamentation,
If he had gone forth conful, found it fo.
RU. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits fafe and itill without him.
Enter ^Edile.
JEdi. Worthy tribunes,
*7 We fliould by
Corioraniw. 99
There is a flave, whom we have put in prison,
Reports, the Volcians with two feveral powers
Are enter'd in the Roman territories ;
And with the deepeft malice of the war
Deftroy what Hes before 'em.
MEN. *T5s Aufidius,
Who, hearing of ourMar'j'baniftiment,
Thrufts forth his horns again into the world ;
Which were infhell'd, when Marcius flood for Rome,
And durft not once peep out.
Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius ?
BRU. Go fee this rumourer whip'd. It cannot be,
The Volcians dare break with us.
MSN. Cannot be!
We have record, that very well it can ;
And three examples of the like have been
Within my age. But reason with the fellow,
Before you punifli him, where he heard this;
Left you fhall chance to whip your information,
And beat the meflenger who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.
Sic. Tell not me;
I know, this cannot be
BRU. Not poffible.
Enter a Meflenger.
Me/. The nobles, in great earneflnefs, are going
All to the fenate-houfe : fame news is come,
That turns their countenances.
Sic. 'Tis this flave ;_
Go, whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his raising;
Nothing but his report.
Me/. Yes, worthy fir,
16 hath beene *7 comming
Y4
ioo Coriolanus.
The flave's report is feconded ; and more,
More fearful, is deliver'd.
Sic. What more fearful?
Mef. It is fpoke freely out of many mouths,
(How probable, I do not know) that Marcitu,
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainft Rome;
And vows revenge as fpacious, as between
The young'ft and oldefl thing.
Sic. This is moil likely
BRU. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may wim
Good Mardiu home again.
Sic. The very trick on't.
MEN. This is unlikely : he and Aufidius can
No more attone than violenteft contraries.
Enter another Meffenger.
Mef. You are fent for to the fenate :
A fearful army, led by Cat us Martins,
Aflbciated with Aufidius, rages
Upon our territories; and have already
O'er-born their way, confum'd with fire, and took
What lay before them.
Enter COMINIUS.
COM. O, you have made good work !
MEN. What news ? what news ?
COM. You have holp to ravilh yourown daughters, and
To melt the city leads upon your pates ;
To fee your wives difhonour'd to your noses,
MEN. What's the news? what's the news ?
COM. Your temples burned in their cement ; and
Your franchises, whereon you flood, confin'd.
Into an auger's bore.
MEN. Pray now, the news?
1+ contrariety.
Coriolanus. 101
You have made fair work, I fear me : Pray, your news ?
IfMarcius mould be join'd with Po/cians,
COM. If!
He is their god ; he leads them like a thing
Made by fome other deity than nature,
That fhapes man better : and they follow him,
Againft us brats, with no lefs confidence,
Than boys purfuing fummer butter-flies,
Or butchers killing flies.
MEN. You have made good work,
You, and your apron-men ; you, that flood fo much
Upon the voice of occupation, and
The breath of garlick-eaters !
COM. He'll (hake your Rome about your ears :
MEN. As Hercules
Did (hake down mellow fruit: You have made fair work !
BRU. But is this true, fir?
COM. Ay; and you'll look pale,
Before you find it other. All the regions
Do fmilingly revolt; and, who resift,
Are om*{? mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perifh conftant fools. Who is't can blame him?
Your enemies, and his, find fomething in him.
MEN. We are all undone, unlefs
The noble man have mercy.
COM. Who fhallafkit?
The tribunes cannot do't for fhame ; the people
Deserve fuch pity of him, as the wolf
Does of the (hepherds : for his beft friends, if they
Should fay, Be good to Rome, they charg'd him even
As those fliould do that had deserv'd his hate,
And therein fhew'd like enemies.
102 Coriolanus.
MEN. 'Tis true :
If he were putting to my houfe the brand
That (hould confume it, I have not the face
To fay, 'Befeecbyou, ceafe You have made fair hands,
You, and your crafts ! you have crafted fair !
COM. You have brought
A trembling upon Rome, fuch as was never
So incapable of help
7ri. Say not, we brought it.
MEN. How! Was it we? We lov'd him ; but, like beafts,
And cowardly nobles, gave way to your clutters,
Who did hoot him out o'the city.
COM. But, I fear,
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
The fecond name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer : Defperation
Is all the policy, ftrength, and defence,
ThztRcme can make againft them.
Eater a Troop of Citizens.
MEN. Here come the clufters
And is Aufidius with him? You are they
That made the air unwholefome, when you caft
Your ftinking, greasy caps, in hooting at
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
And not a hair upon a foldier'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;
Jf he could burn us all into one coal,
We have deserv'd it.
Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
I . C. For mine own part,
Coriolanus. 102
When I faid, banifti him, I faid, 'twas pity.
2. C. And fo did I.
3. C. And fo did L ; and, to fay the truth, fo did very
many of us : That we did, we did for the beft ; and though
we willingly confented to his baniftiment, yet it was a-
gainft our will.
COM. You're goodly things, you voices!
MEN. You have made you
Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the capitol?
COM. O, ay, what elfe ? [Exeunt COM. WMEN.
Sic. Go, mailers, get you home, be not difmay'd;
1 hese are a fide, that would be glad to have
This true, which they fo feem to fear. Go home,
And (hew no fign of fear.
1 . C. The gods be good to us ! Come, mafters, let's
home. I ever faid, we were i'the wrong, when we ba-
nifh'd him.
2. C. So did we all. But come, let's home.
[Exeunt Citizens.
BRU. I do not like this news.
Sic Nor I.
Bk v. Let's to the capitol : 'Would, half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie !
Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt.
SCENE VII. Roman Territories
Enter, marching, A u F i D i u s , and a Volcian Officer :
Forces at a Dijiattce.
Avr. Do they ftill fly to. the Roman?
Off". I do not know what witchcraft's in him; but
Your foldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end ;
104 Coriolanus.
And you are darken'd in this adlion, fir,
Even by your own.
Aur . I cannot help it now;
Unlefs, by using means, I lame the foot
Of ourdefign. He bears himfelf more proudly,
Even to my perfon, than I thought he would,
When firft I did embrace him : Yet his nature
In that's no changeling ; and 1 muft excuse
What cannot be amended.
Of Yet 1 wifh, fir,
(I mean, for your particular) you had not
Join'd in commiflion with him : but either born
The aftion of yourfelf, or elfe to him
Had left it folely.
AUF. I underftand thee well ; and be thou fure,
When he (hall come to his account, he knows not
What I can urge againft him. Although it feems,
And fo he thinks, and is no lefs apparent
To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly,
And (hews good husbandry for the Volcian ftate;
Fights dragon-like, and does atchieve as foon
As draw his fword : yet he hath left undone
That, which mail break his neck, or hazard mine,
Whene'er we come to our account.
Off. But, fir,
'Befeech you, think you he will curry Rome?
AUT. All places yield to him ere he fits down;
And the nobility of Rome are his:
The fenators, and patricians, love him too :
The tribunes are no foldiers ; and their people
Will be as rafh in the repeal, as hafty
To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome
i* either have borne *7 I befeech
Coriolanus. 105
As is the ofprey to the fifh, who takes it
By fovereignty of nature. Firft he was
A noble fervant to them ; but he could not
Carry his honours even : whether 'twas pride,
Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man ; whether defeft of judgment,
To fail in the difposing of those chances
Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
Not to be other than one thing, not moving
From the cafk to the cumion, but commanding peace
Even with the fame auilerity and garb
As he controul'd the war: but, one of these
(As he hath fpices of them all, not all,
For I dare fo far free him) made him fear'd,
So hated, and fo banim'd : But he has merit,
Though he choak it in the utterance. So our virtues
Lye in the interpretation of the time :
And power, unto itfelf mod commendable,
Hath not a tomb fo evident as a chair
To extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire ; one nail, one nail ;
Rights by rights fouler, ftrengths by ftrengths do fail.
Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,
Thou art poor'it of all; then fhortly art thou mire. [Ex.
ACT: v.
SCENE I. Rome. ApullickPlace.
Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS,
BRUTUS, and Others.
MEN. No, I'll not go : you hear, what he hath faid,
* Afpray 15 ha's a Merit > 6 To choike
io Coriolanus.
Which was fometime his general ; who lov'd hint
In a moft dear particular. He call'd me, father:
But what o'that? Go, you that banifh'd him,
A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coy'd
To hear Cominius fpeak, I'll keep at home.
COM. He would not feem to know me.
MEN. Do you hear?
COM. Yet one time he did call me by my name
I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops
That we have bled together. Coric/anus
He would not anfwer to : forbad all names ;
He was a kind of nothing, titlelefs,
'Till he had forg'd himfelf a name o'the fire
Of burning Rome.
MEN. Why, fo ; you have made good work-
A pair of tribunes, that have rack'd for Rome
To make coals cheap : A noble memory
COM. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was lefs expe&ed : He reply'd,
It was a bare petition of a ftate,
To One whom they had punim'd.
MEN. Very well:
Could he fay lefs ?
COM. I offer'd to awaken his regard
For his private friends : His anfwer to me was,
He could not ftay to pick them, in a pile
Of noifome, mufty chaff: He faid, 'twas folly,
For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
And flill to nose the offence.
MEN. For one poor grain or two ?
I am one of those ; his mother, wife, his child,
Coriolanus. 107
And this brave fellow too, we are the grains :
You are the mufly chaff; and you are fmelt
Above the moon : We mufl be burnt for you.
Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid
In this fo never-needed help, yet do not
Upbraid us with our diftrefs. But, fure, if you
Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue,
More than the initant array we can make,
Might flop our countryman.
MEN. No, I'll not meddle.
Sic. 31 pray you, go to him.
Afejv. What fhould I do ?
BRU. Only make trial what your love can do,
For Rome, towards Marcius.
MEN. Well, and fay that Marcius
Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
Unheard, What then ?~a difcontented friend,
Grief-mot with his unkindnefs ? Say't be fo?
Sic. Sap it 6e fo; yet your good will, $9mmiH0,
Muft have that thanks from Rome, after the measure
As you intended well.
MEN. I'll undertake'! :
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 din'd :
The veins unfill'd, cur blood is cold, and then
We pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give or to forgive; but when we have fluff 'd
These pipes, and these conveyances of our b!ood,
With wine and feeding, we have fuppler fouls
Than in our prieit-like fafts : therefore I'll watch him
'Till he be dieted to my requefl,
: then ? Eut as a dii-
io8 Goriolanus.
And then I'll fct upon him.
BRU. You know the very road into his kindnefs,
And cannot lose your way.
MEN. Good faith, I'll prove him,
Speed how it will. 1 (hall ere long have knowledge
Of my fuccefs . [Exit M E N E N i u s .
COM. He'll never hear him.
Sic. No ?
COM. I tell you, he does fit in gold, his eye
Red as 'twould burn Rome ; and his injury
The jailer to his pity. I kneel'd before him :
'Twas very faintly he faid, Rise; difmiff'd me
Thus,"j~ with his fpeechlefs hand : What he would do,
He fent in writing after me ; what he would not,
Bound with an oath, to yield to his conditions.
So that all hope is vain ;
Unlefs from his noble mother, and his wife,
Who, as I hear, mean to folicit him
For mercy to his country : Therefore, let's hence,
And with our fair entreaties hafte them on. {Exeunt.
SCENE II. JnafaanMPo/toftbeVo\dxa.
Camp before Rome. Certain of the Guard upon Duty:
Enter, to them, MENENIUS.
1 . G. Stay : Whence are you ?
2. G. Stand, and go back.
MEN. You guard like men ; 'tis well : But, by your
leave,
I am an officer of ftate, and come
To (peak with Conolanus.
i. G. From whence?
MSN. From Rome.
Not.
Coriolanus. 109
1 . G. You may not pafs, you muft: return : our general
Will no more hear from thence.
2. G. You'll fee your Rome embrac'd with fire, before
You'll fpeak with Coriolanus.
MEN. Good my friends,
If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,
My name hath touch'd your ears : it is, Menenius.
I . G. Be it fo ; go back : the virtue of your name
Is not here paflable.
MEN. I tell thee, fellow,
Thy general is my lover : I have been
The book of his good afts, whence men have read
His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplify'd.
For I have ever verify'd my friends
(Of whom he's chief) with all the fize that verity
Would without lapfing fuffer : nay, fomctimes,
Like to a bowl upon a fubtle ground,
I have tumbl'd paft the throw; and in his praise
Have, almoft, ftamp'd the leasing : Therefore, fellow,
I muft have leave to pafs.
1. G. 'Faith, fir, if you had told as many lies in his
behalf, as you have utter'd words in your own, you
fhould not pafs here : no, though it were as virtuous to
lie, as to live chaftly. Therefore, go back.
MEN. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Mene-
nius, always faftionary on the party of your general.
2. G. Hovvfoever you have been his liar, (as you fay,
you have) 1 am one that, telling true under him, muft
fay, you cannot pafs. Therefore, go back.
MEN. Has he din'd, can'lt thou tell ? for I would not
fpeak with him 'till after dinner.
VOL. VII. Z
Jlo Coriolanas.
i . G. You are a Roman, are you ?
MEN. I am as thy general is.
i . G. Then you ftiould hate Rome, a? he does. Can
you, when you have puih'd out of your gates the very
'defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance,
given your enemy your fhield, think to front his re-
venges with the easy groans of old women, the virgi-
nal palms of your daughters, or with the palsy'd inter-
ceffion of fuch a decay'd dotant as you feem to be r Can
you think to blow out the intended fire, your city is ready
to flame in, with fuch weak breath as this ? No, you are
deceiv'd ; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your
execution : you are condemn'd, our general has fworn
you out of reprieve and pardon.
MEN. Sirrah, if thy captain knew! were here, he would
use me with eftimation.
i . G. Come, my captain knows you not.
MEN. \ mean, thy general.
i . G. My general cares not for you. Back, I fay, go,
left I let forth your half pint of blood; back, that's
the utmoft of your having: back.
MEN. Nay, but fellow, fellow,
Enter CORIOLANUS, and AUFIDIVS.
Co. What's the matter?
MEN. Now, you companion, T'll fay an errand for you ;
yon (hall know now, that I am in eftimation ; you fhall
perceive thata^r/f guardant cannot office me from my
fon Coriolanus : guefs, by my entertainment with him, if
thou ftand'ft not i'the ftate of hanging, or of fome death
more long in fpe&atorfhip, and crueller in fuffering ; be-
hold now presently, and fwoon for what's to come upon
thee. __The glorious gods fit in hourly fynod about thy
8 but my
Conolantis. 1 1 1
particular profperity, and love thee no worfe than thy old
father Meneniut does ! O, my Con, my fon ! thou art pre-
paring fire for us ; look thee, here's water to quench it.
I was hardly moved to come to thee : but being affured,
hone but myfelf could move thee, I have been blown out
of your gates with fighs ; and conjure thee to pardon Rome,
and thy petitionary countrymen. The good gods affuag6
thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here;
~f~ this, who, like a block, hath deny'd my accefs to thee.
COR. Away!
MEN. How ! away ?
COR. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
Are fervanted to others : Though I owe
My revenge properly, my remiffion lies
In Volcian breads. That we have been familiar,
Jngrate forgetfulnefs mail prison, rather
Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone.
Mine ears againft your fuits are ftronger, than
Your gates againft my force. Yet, for I lov'd thee,
Take this =}= along ; I writ it for thy fake,
And would have fent it. Another word, Menenius t
I will not hear thee fpeak This man, Aufidiut>
Was my belov'd in Rome : yet thou behold'ft :
Avr. You keep a conftant temper.
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, und AuFlDltrs.
1. G. Now, fir, is your name Mentnimj.
2. G. 'Tis a fpell, you fee, of much power : You know
the way home again.
i . G. Do you hear how we are (hent for keeping your
greatnefs back ?
2- G. What cause, do you think, I have to fwoon?
MEN. I neither care forth' world, nor your general: for
16 poifon
fuch things as you, I fcarce think there's any, you're fa
flight. He that hath a will to die by himfelf, fears it not
from another. Let your general do his woril. For you,
Be that you are, long ; and your misery increafe with
your age ! I fay to you, as I was faid to, Away. [Exit.
1 . G. A noble fellow, I warrant him.
2. G. The worthy fellow is our general :
He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-fhaken. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Tent of Coriolanus.
Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and Others.
COR. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow
Set down our hoft My partner in this adion,
You muft report to the Volcian lords, how plainly
I 0ill have born this businefs.
J!UF. Only their ends
You have refpe&ed ; ftopt your ears againft
The general fuit of Rome; never admitted
A private whifper, no, not with fuch friends
That thought them fure of you.
COR. This laft old man,
Whom with a crack'd heart I have fent to Rome,
Lov'd me above the measure of a father;
Nay, godded me, indeed. Their lateft refuge
Was to fend him : for whose old love, I have
(Though I fhew'd fourly to him) once more ofFer'd
The firft 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 too : Frcfh embaffies and fuits,
Nor from the ftate, nor private friends, hereafter
Will I lend ear to. [Shout within.} Ha! what fhout is this?
Coriolanus. 1 1 3
Shall I be tempfed to infringe ray vow
In the fame time 'tis made ? I will not."~
Enter, in neglefled and mourning Ha&ilt,
VlRGlLlA.VoLUMNlA leading in her Hand young
Marcius, Valeria, and other Ladies.
My wife comes foremoft ; then the honour'd mold
Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand
The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affe&ion ;
All bond and priviledge of nature, break :
Let it be virtuous, to be obftinate.
What is that curt'fy worth ? or those dove's eyes,
Which can make gods forfworn? I melt, and am not
Of ftronger earth than others. My mother bows;
As if Olympus to a mole-hill mould
In fupplication nod : and my young boy
Hath an afpeft of interceflion, which
Great nature cries, Deny not. Let the Voldans
Plough Rome, and harrow //<z/p ; I'll never
Be fuch a gosling to obey inftincl:; but ftand,
As if a man were author of himfelf,
And knew no other kin.
VIR. My lord and husband !
COR. These eyes are not the fame I wo-e in Rome.
FIR. The forrow that delivers us thus chang'd,
Makes you think fo.
Cox. Like a dull actor now,