Auf. Is it not yours ?
"Whatever hath been thought on in this State,
That could be brought to bodily aft, ere Rome
Had circumvention ? 'tis not four days gone,
Since
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Since I heard thence thefe are the words I think,
I have the letter here ; yes here it is ;
They have preft a Power, but it is not known
[Reading.
Whether for Eaft or Weft ; the Dearth is great,
The People mutinous ; and it is rurnour'd,
CominiuS) Marcius your old enemy,
(Who is of Rome worfe hated than of you)
And Titus Lartius, a mod valiant Roman,
Thefe three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent mod likely, 'tis for you:
Confider of it.
1 Sen. Our Army's in the Field :
We never yet made doubt, but Rome was ready
To anfwer us.
Auf. Nor did you think it folly,
To keep your great pretences veil'd, 'till when
They needs muft (hew themfelvesi which in the
hatching,
It feem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the difcovery
We mail be mortned in our aim, which was
To take in many Towns, ere (almofl) Rome
Should know we were a-foot.
2 Sen. Noble Aufidius^
Take your Commiffion, hie you to your bands;
Let us alone to guard Corioli i
If they fet down before's, 9 'fore they remove
FOR THE remove
Bring up your ^r my : ] The firft part of this fentence is
without meaning. The General had told the Senators that the
Romans had preji a power, which was on foot. To which, the words
in queftion are the anfwer ot a fenator. And to make them per-
tinent, we Ihould read them thus,
'FORE THEY remove
Bring up your Army : -
i. e. Before that power, already on foot, be in motion, bring up
your army ; then he correfts himfelf and fays, but I believe you
will find your intelligence ^roundiefs, the Rtmaas are not yet pre-
pared for us.
Bring
444 CORIOLANUS.
Bring up your Army : but, I think, you'Jl find,
They've not prepar'd for us.
duf. O, doubt not that,
I fpeak from certainties. Nay more,
Some parcels of their Power are forth already,
And only hithervvard. I leave your Honours.
If We and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
'Tis fworn between us, we fhall ever (Irike
'Till one can do no more.
M. The Gods affift you !
Auf. And keep your Honours fafe!
1 Sen. Fareweh
2 Sen. Farewel.
dll. Farewel [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.
Changes to Caius MarciusV Houfe in Rome.
Enter Volumnia aud Virgilia ; they fit down on two
low ftooh) and few.
Vol. T Pray you, Daughter, fing, or exprefs yourfelf
JL in a more comfortable fort: if my Son were
my Husband, I would freelier rejoice in that abfence
wherein he won honour, than in the embracements of
his bed, where he would mew moft love. When yet
he was but tender-bodied, and the onJy Son of my
womb ; when youth with comelinefs plucked all gaze
his way ; when, for a day of Kings' entreaties, a Mo-
ther mould not fell him an hour from her beholding ;
I, confidering how Honour would become fuch a per-
fon, that it was no better than picture-like to hang
by th* 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. I tell thee,
Daughter,
CORIOLANUS. 445
Daughter, I fprang not more in joy at firft hearing
he was a man-child, than now in firft feeing he had
proved himfelf a Man.
Vir. But had he died in the bufinefs, Madam j how
then ?
Vol. Then his good Report fhould have been my
Son ; I therein would have found iflue. Hear me pro-
fefs fincerely : had I a dozen Sons each in my Jove
alike, and none lefs dear than thine and my good Mar-
cius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their Country,
than one voluptuoufly furfeit, out of adtion.
Enter a Gentlewoman.
Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to vifit
you.
Vir. 'Befeech you, give me leave to retire myfelf.
Vol. Indeed, thou ihalt not :
<l Methinks, I hither hear your Husband's Drum :
" I fee him pluck dufidius down by th 1 hair:
' (As children from a bear) the Volfci Ihunning him :
" Methinks, I fee him (lamp thus and call thus
" Come on, ye cowards, ye were got in fear,
** Though ye were born in Rome ; his bloody brow
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes
" Like to a harveft man, that's task'd to mow
" Or all, or lofe his hire.
Vir. " His bloody brow! oh, Jupiter, no blood !
Vol. " Away, you fool ; it more becomes a man,
, " Than Gilt his trophy. The breaft of Hecuba,
*' When me did fuckle Heftor, look'd not lovelier
*' Than HecJor's forehead, when it fpit forth blood
At Grecian fwords contending , tell Valeria^
We arc fit to bid her welcome. [Exit Gent.
Vir. Heav'ns blefs my Lord from fell Aufidius!
Vol. He'll beat Aufidmf head below his knee,
And tread upon his neck.
Enter
446 CORIOLANUS.
Enter Valeria with an U/her, and a Gentlewoman.
VaL My Ladies Both, good day to you.
Vol. Sweet Madam
Vir. I am glad to fee your Ladylhip
Vol. How do you Both ? you are manifeft Houfe-
keepers. What are you (owing here? a fine fpot, in
good faith. How does your little Son ?
Vir. I thank your Lady (hip : well, good Madam.
Pol. He had rather fee the fwords, and hear a drum,
than look upon his fchool matter.
VaL O* my word, the Father's Son : I'll fwear, 'tis
a very pretty boy. " O' my troth, I look'd on him
" o' Wednefiay half an hour together h'as fuch
*' a confirm'd countenance. 1 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 ; and caught it again ; or
" whether his Fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, he did
" fo fet his teeth, and did tear it j oh, I warrant,
" how he mammockt it !
Vol. One oPs Father's moods.
VaL Indeed, la, 'tis a noble Child.
Vir. A crack, Madam.
Vol. Come, lay afide your Stitchery -, I muft have you
play the idle hufwife with me this afternoon.
Vir. No, good Madam, I will not out of doors.
Vol. Not out of doors !
Vol. She (hall, (he (hall.
Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience ; I'll not over the
thremold, 'till my Lord return from the wars.
Val. Fie, you confine yourfelf mod unreafonably :
Come, you muft go vifit the good Lady that lyes in.
Vir. I will wi(h her fpeedy ftrength, and vifit 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.
CORIOLANUS. 447
Vol. You would be another Penelope ; yet they fay,
all the yarn, (he fpun in Ulyjfis's 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 mall go with us.
Vir. No, good Madam, pardon me ; indeed, I will
not forth.
Vol. In truth, la, go with me, and I'll tell you ex-
cellent news of your Husband.
Vir. Oh, good Madam, there can be none yet.
Val. Verily, I do not jeft with you; there came
news from him laft night.
Vir. Indeed, Madam
Val. In earned, it's true 5 I heard a Senator fpeak
it. Thus it is The Volfcians have an army forth,
againft whom Cominius the General is gone, with one
part of our Roman Power. Your Lord and Titus
Lartius are fee down before their City Corioli ; they
,nothing doubt prevailing, and to make it brief wars.
This is true, on my honour ; and fo, I pray, go
with us.
Vir. 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 difeafeour better mirth.
Val. In troth, I think, me would : fare you well,
then. Come, good fweet Lady. Pr'ythee, Vtrgil:a %
turn thy Solemnefs out o' door, and go along with us,
Vir. No : at a word, Madam * indeed, I muft not.
I wrfh you much mirth.
Val. Well, then farewel. [Exeunt.
SCENE
448 CORIOLANUS.
SCENE VII.
Changes to the Walls of Corioli.
Enter Marcius, Titus Lartius, with Captains and
Soldiers : To them a Meffenger.
Mar.'VOnder comes news: a wager, they have met
JL Lart. My horfe to yours, no.
Mar. 'Tis done.
Lart. Agreed.
Mar. Say, has our General met the enemy ?
Mef. They lye in view ; but have not fpoke as yet.
Lart. So, the good horfe is mine.
Mar. 1*11 buy him of you.
Lart. No, I'll not fell, nor give him : lend him
you, I will,
For half an hundred years : Summon the Town.
Mar. How far off lye thefe armies?
Mef. Within a 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 fmoaking fwords may march from hence,
To help our fielded Friends ! Come, blow thy blaft.
Ibey found a Parley. Enter twofenators with others
on the Walls.
Julius Aufidius, is he within your Walls ?
i Sen. No, nor a man that fears you lefs than he,
That's lefler than a little : hark, our drums
[Drum afar off,
Are bringing forth our Youth : wt'll break our Walls,
Rather than they mall pound us up : our Gates,
Which yet feem Ihut, we have but pinn'd with rufhes \
They'll open of themfelves. Hark you, far off
Alarum, far off.
There is Aufidius. Lift, what work he makes
Among your cloven army.
Afar.
C o R i o L A N u s. 449
Mar. Oh, they are at it!
Lart. Their noife be our inftruction. Ladders, ho !
Enter the Volfcians.
Mar. They fear us not, but ifiue forth their City.
Now put your fhields before your hearts, and fight
"With hearts more proof than fhields. Advance, brave
Titus,
They do difdain us much beyond our thoughts}
Which makes me fweat with wrath. Come on my
fellows ;
He that retires, 1*11 take him for a
And he fliall feel mine edge.
[Alarum ; the Romans beat back to their Trenches.
SCENE VIII.
Re-enter Marcius.
Mar. All the Contagion of the South light on you,
You fhames of Rome, you! herds of boils and
plagues
Plaifter you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Farther than feen, and one infecT: another
Againft the wind a mile! you fouls of geefc,
That bear the fhapes 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 fland faft, we'll beat them to their wives,
As they us to our trenches followed,
Another Alarum, and Marcius follows them to tbs gates.
So now the gates are ope : now prove good feconds ;
*Tis for the followers, fortune widens them i
VOL. VI. Gg Not
CORIOLANUS.
Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like.
\He enters the gates, and is jhul in*
1 Sol. Fool-hard inefs, not I.
2 Sol. Nor 1.
3 Sol. See, they have (hut him in.
[dlarum continues.
All. To th' pot, I warrant him.
Enter Titus Lartius.
Lart. What is become of Marcius ?
All. Slain, Sir, doubtlefs.
i Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,
With them he enters ; who, upon the fudden,
Clapt to their gates > he is himfelf alone,
To anfwer all the City.
Lart. Oh, noble fellow!
Who, (a} fenfible, out-does his fenfelefs fword,
And, when it bows, (lands up : thou art left, Marcius
A carbuncle intire, as big as thou art,
Were not fo rich a jewel. Thou wart a foldier
Even to (b] Cato's wifh, not fierce and terrible
Only in ftroaks, but with thy grim looks, and
The thunder-like percuffion of thy founds,
Thou mad'ft thine enemies fhake, as if the world
Were feverous, and did tremble.
Enter Marcius bleeding, a/faulted by the Enemy.
i Sol. Look, Sir. -
Lart. O, 'tis Marcius.
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
[They fight, and all enter the City.
Enter certain Romans with Spoils.
1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome.
2 Rom. And I this.
[ {) ftnfole, out-dots. Dr. Thirlby. Vulg. fenfilly out darn.}
l(t) Carts. Mr. Theobald. Vu!g. Calvus.]
3 Rom.
CORIOLANUS. 451
3 Rom. A murrain on't, I took this for filver.
[Alarum continues ft ill afar off.
Enter Marcius and Titus Lartius, with a 'Trumpet.
Mar. See here thefc Movers, that do prize their
honours
At a crack'd drachm : cufhions, leaden fpoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with thofe that wore them, thefe bafe Haves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up ; down with them ;
And hark, what noife the General makes ! to him ;-
There is the man of my foul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the City ;
Whilft J, with thofe that have the fpirit, will hade
To help Cominius.
Lart. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'ft ;
Thy exercife hath been too violent
For a fecond courfe of fight.
Mar. Sir, praife me not :
My work hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well :
The blood, I drop, is rather phyfical
Than dangerous to me.
T* Aufidius thus I will appear, and fight.
Lart. Now the fair Goddefs Fortune
Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms
Mifguide thy oppofers' fwords! bold gentleman!
Profperity be thy page !
Mar. Thy friend no lefs,
Than thofe fhe placeth higheft! fb, farewel.
Lar. Thou worthieft Marcius^
Go, found thy trumpet in the market-place,
Call thither all the officers o'th* town,
Where they mall know our mind. Away. [Exeunt,
Gg2 SCENE
452 CORIOLANUS*
SCENE IX.
Changes to the Roman Camp.
Enter Cominius retreating, with Soldiers.
Com. "OReathe you, my friends ; well fought ; we
JD are come off
Like Romans^ neither foolifh in our Stands,
Nor cowardly in retire : Believe me, Sirs,
We mail be charg'd again. Whiles we have ftruck,
By interims and conveying gufts, we have heard
The Charges of our friends. ' Ye Roman Gods,
Lead their fuccefles, as we wifh our own ;
That both our Powers, with fmiling fronts encountring,
May give you thankful facrifice ! Thy news ?
Enter a Meffenger.
Mef. The citizens of Corioli have iffued,
And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle.
I faw our Party to the trenches driven,
And then I came away.
Com. Tho' thou fpeak'ft truth,
Methinks, thou fpeak'ft not well. How long is't
fince ?
Mef. Above an hour, my lord.
Com. 'Tis not a mile: briefly, we heard their drums.
How could'ft thou in a mile confound an hour,
And bring the news fo late ?
Mef. Spies of the Volfdans
Held me in chafe, that I was forc'd to wheel
i -THE Roman Gods &c.
That both our Powers
May give you thankful facrifice ! ] This is an addrefs and in-
vocation to them, therefore we mould read,
Y Roman Godt.
Three
CORIOLANUS. 453
Three or four miles about ; elfe had I, Sir,
Half an hour fmce brought my report.
Enter Marcius.
Com. Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were flea'd ? O Gods !
He has the ftamp of Marcius^ and I have
Before time feen him thus.
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. " The fliepherd knows not thunder from a
tabor,
* e More than I know the found of Marcius' tongue
" From every meaner man."
Mar. Come I too late ?
Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.
Mar. Oh! let me clip ye
In arms as found, as when I woo'd ; in heart
As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burnt to bed ward.
Com. Flower of Warriors,
How is't with Titus Lartius ?
Mar. As with a man bufied about Decrees ;
Condemning fome to death, and fome to exile,
* Ranfoming him, or pitying, threatning th* other i
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning grey-hound in the leafh,
To let him flip at will.
Com. Where is that flave,
Which told me, they had beat you to your trenches ?
Where is he ? call him hither.
Mar. Let him alone,
He did inform the truth : but for our Gentlemen,
The common file, (a plague ! Tribunes for them ! )
The moufe ne'er fhun'd the cat, as they did budge
From rafcals worfe than they.
2 Rpnfoming kirn, or pitying, ] i. e. rtmitting Us rattfoj*.
G g 3 Com.
454 C OR I O L A N U S.
Com. But how prevail'd you ?
Mar. Will the time ferve to tell ? I do not think
Where is the enemy ? are you lords o f th' field ?
If not, why ceafe you 'till you are fo?
Com. Marrius, we have at di fad vantage fought,
And did retire, to win ourpurpofe.
Mar. How lies their battle ? know you on what
fide
They have plac'd their men of truft ?
Com. As I guefs, Marcius^
Their bands i' th' vaward are the Antiates
Of their beft truft : o'er them Aufidius^
Their very heart of hope.
Mar. I do befecch you,
By all the battles wherein we have fought,
By th' blood we'ave fhed together, by the Vows
We'ave made to endure friends, that you directly
Set me againft slufidius, and his Antiates ;
3 And that you not delay the prefent, but
Filling the air with fwords advanc'd, and darts,
We pruve this very hour.-
Com. Though I could wifh,
You were conducted to a gentle bath,
And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
Deny your asking; take your choice of thofe,
That bed can aid your action.
Mar. Thofe are they,
That moil are willing; If any fuch be here,
(As it were fin to doubt) that love this Painting,
Wherein you fee me fmear'd ; if any fear
Lefs for his perfon than an ill report :
Jf any think, brave death out-weighs bad life,
And that his Country's dearer than himfelf,
Let him, alone, (or many, if fo minded)
Wave thus, t* exprefs his difpofition,
1 And ttat you not delay tie prefe nt> ] Delay, for let flip-
And
CORIOLANUS. 455
And follow Marcius.
They alljhout, and wave tbeir fwords^ takghimup
in their arms, and caft up their caps.
Oh ! me alone, make you a fword of me :
If thefe (hews be not outward, which of you
But is four Polfcians ? none of you, but is
Able to bear againft the great dttfidius
A fhield as hard as his. A certain number
(Tho' thanks to all) muft I feleflt from all :
The reft (hall bear the bufinefs in fome other fight,
4 As caufe will be obey'd ; pleafe you to march,
And four mail quickly draw out my Command,
Which men are beft inclin'd.
Com. March on, my fellows :
Make good this oftentation, and you (hall
Divide in all with us.
SCENE X.
Changes to C o R I o L i.
Titus Lartius having fet a guard upon Corioli, going
with drum and trumpet toward Cominius and Caius
Marcius ; Enter with a lieutenant^ other foldiers,
and afcout.
Zflrt.QO, let the Ports be guarded; keep your
i3 duties,
As I have fet them down. If I do fend, difpatch
Thofe Gentries to our aid ; the reft will ferve
For a fhort holding ; if we lofe the field,
We cannot keep the town.
Lieu. Fear not our care, Sir.
Lart. Hence, and fhut your gates upon's :
Our guider, come ! to the Roman camp conduct us.
[Exeunt.
4 Ai caufe will be obey'd ;] Caufe, for occafion.
Gg 4 SCENE
CORIOLANUS.
SCENE XI.
Changes to the Roman Camp.
Alarum, as in battle. Enter Marcius and Aufidius,
at feveral doors.
Mar. I'LL fight with none but thec, for I do hate
JL thee
Worfe than a promife-breaker.
Atif. We hate alike :
Not /Ifrick owns a ferpent I abhor
More than thy Fame, and envy ; fix thy foot.
Mar. Let the firft budger die the other's (lave,
And the Gods doom him after !
Auf. If I fly, Marciust
Halloo me like a Hare.
Mar. W ithin thefe three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleas'd : 'tis not my blood,
Wherein thou fee'ft me mask'd ; for thy revenge,
"Wrench up thy power to th* higheft.
Auf. Wert thou the Heftor^
That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,
Thou fhould'fl not 'fcape me here.
\Hcre they fight , and certain Volfcians come to the
aid of Aufidius. Marcius fights , '//// they be
driven in breathlefs.
Officious, and not valliant! you have fliam'd me
In your condemned Seconds.
Flouri/h. Alarum. A retreat is founded. Enter at
one door, Cominius with the Romans ; at another
docr^ Marcius, with bis arm in a fcarf.
Com. If I fhouldtell thee o*er this thy day's work,
Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but I'll report it,
Where Senators (hall mingle tears with fmiles;
Where
CORIOLANUS. 457
Where great Patricians fhall attend and Ihrug ;
P th* end, admire ; where ladies fhall be frighted.
And, gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the dull
Tribunes,
That with the fufty Plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall fay, againft their hearts, We thank the Gods,
Our Rome hath fuch a foldier!
Yet cam'ft thou to a morfel of this feaft,
Having fully din'd before.
Enter Titus Lartius with his Power, from thepurfuit.
Lart. O General,
Here is the deed, we the caparifon :
Hadft thou beheld
Mar. " Pray now, no more : my Mother,
" Who has a charter to extol her blood,
" When me does praife me, grieves me:
I have done as you have done j that*s, what I can ;
Induc'd, as you have been ; that's for my Country ;
He, that has but effected his good will,
Hath overtaken mine act.
Com. You fhall not be
The Grave of your deferving : Rome muft know
The value of her own : 'twere a concealment
Worfe than a theft, no lefs than a traducement,
To hide your Doings j and to filence that,
Which, to the fpire and top of praifcs vouch'd,
Would feem but modefl : therefore, I befeech you,
In fign of what you are, (not to reward
What you have done,) before our army hear me.
Mar, I have fome wounds upon me, and they fmart
To hear themfelves remembred.
Com. Should they not,
Well might they fefter *gainft ingratitude,
And tent themfelves with death : Of all the horfes,
Whereof we have ta'en good, and good ftore, of all
The treafure in the field atchiev'd, and city,
We
458 C O R I O L A N U S.
We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution, at
Your only choice.
Mar. I thank you, General :
But cannot make my heart eonfent to take
A bribe, to pay my fword : I do refufe it,
And (land upon my common part with thofe
That have beheld the doing.
long flour ijh. iTyey all cry\ Marcius, Marcius !
caft up their caps and launces : Cominius and
Lartius ftand bare.
Mar. May thefe fame inftruments, whch you pro-
fane,
Never found more! * when drums and trumpets
(hall
I J th' field prove flatterers, let camps, as cities,
Be made of falfe-fac'd foothing ! When fteel grows
Soft as the parafite's filk, let Hymns be made
-nubert drums and trumpets Jhall,
r tb* field, prove flatterers, let COURTS AND citiet
e made ALL of falfe-fac^ d foothing.
When fleet grows foft as the par afite" s filk,
Let him be made an overture for t'a wars : ] All here is
miferably corrupt and disjointed. We fhould read the whole
thus,
when drums and trumpets Jhall,
F ttf field, prove flatterers, let CAMPS, AS cities,
Be made of fa If e-facd foothing ! When fleet grows
Soft as the parajite" 1 s filk, let HYMNS bi made
An overture for th' nvars !
The thought is this, If one thing changes its ufual nature to a thing
moft oppofite, there is no reafon but that all the reft which depend
on it fhould do fo too. [If drums and trumpets prove flatterers,
let the camp bear the falfe face of the city.] And if another changes
its ufual nature, that its oppofite fhould do fo too. [When fteel
ioftens to the condition of the parafite's filk, the peaceful hymns of
devotion fnould be employed to excite to the charge.] Now, in
the firft inftance, the thought, in the common reading, was entirely
loft by putting in courts for camps ; and the latter miferably invol-
ved in nonfenle, by blundering Hjmm into kirn*
An
CORIQLAKUS. 459
An overture for th* wars ! No more, I fay ;
For that I have not wafh'd my Nofe that bled,
Or foil'd fome debile wretch, which, without note
Here's many elfe have done ; you fhout me forth
In acclamations hyperbolical ;
As if I lov'd, my little fhould be dieted
In praifes fauc'd with lies.
Com. Too modeft are you :
More cruel to your good report, than grateful
To us, that give you truly : by your patience,
If 'gainft yourfelf you be incens'd, we'll put you
(Like one that means his proper harm) in manacles ;
Then reafon fafely with you : therefore, be it known,
As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
Wears this war's garland : in token of the which,
My noble fteed, known to the Camp, I give him,
With all his trim belonging , and, from this time,
For what he did before Corioli t call him,
With all ;h' applaufe and clamour of the Hoft,
Caius Marcius Coriolanus. Bear th f addition nobly
ever. [Flourijh. Trumpets found and drums.
Omnes. Caius Marcius Coriolanus !
Mar. " I will go warn :
<c And when my face is fair, you mall perceive
" Whether I blulh or no. Howbeit, I thank you.
I mean to ftride your Steed, and at all time
6 To undercreft your good Addition,
1 To th* fairnefs of my Power.
Com. So, to our tent :
Where, ere we do repofe us, we will write
To Rome of our fuccefs : you, fitus Lartius*
Muft to CorioK back ; fend us to Rome
The beft, with whom we may articulate,
6 To undercreft your good Addition,] A phrafe from heraldry,
fignifying, that he would endeavour to fupport his good opinion
of him.
7 To tti fairnefs of my Power. ~\ Fairntft, for utmoft.