a top.

2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was
fomething in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, me-
thought I cannot tell how to term it.

i Ser. He had fo : looking as it were 'would I
were hanged, but I thought there was more in him
than I could think.

i Ser. So did I, I'll be fworn : he is fimply the rareft
man i'th* world.

1 Ser. I think, he is *, but a greater Soldier than he,
you wot one.

2 Ser. Who, my mafler ?

1 Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that.

2 Ser. Worth fix on him.

1 Ser. Nay, not fo neither ; but I take him to be
the greater Soldier.

2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to fay
that , for the defence of a Town, our General is
excellent.

i Ser. Ay, and for an aflault too;

Enter a third Servant.

3 Ser, Oh, flaves, I can tell you news ; news, you
rafcals.

Both. What, what, what ? Jet's partake.
3 Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations : I
had as licve be a condemn'd man.

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CORIOLANUS. 527

Both. Wherefore? wherefore?
3 Ser. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack
our General Caius Mar cms.

1 Ser. Why do you fay, thwack our Genera] ?

3 Ser. I do not fay, thwack our General ; but he
was always good enough for him.

2 Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends ; he was
ever too hard for him, I have heard him fay fo himfelf.

1 Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to fay the
troth on't : before Corioli, he fcotcht him and nocht
him like a carbonado.

2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might
have broil'd and eaten him too.

1 Ser. But, more of thy news ;

3 Ser. Why, he is fo made on here within, as if he
were Son and Heir to Mars : fet at upper end o'th*
table ; no queftion ask'd him by any of the Senators,
but they ftand bald before him. Our General himfelf
makes a Miftrefsof him, fanctifies himfelf with's hands,
and turns up the white o'th* eye to his difcourfe. But
the bottom of the news is, our General is cut i'th* mid-
dle, and but one half of what he was yefterday. For
the Other has half, by the Intreaty and Grant of the
whole table. He'll go, he fays, and fowle the porter
of Rome gates by th' ears. He will mow down all
before hirn, and leave his pafiage poll'd.

2 Ser. And he's as like to do't as any man I can
imagine.

3 Ser. Do't! he will do't: for, look you, Sir, he
has as many friends as enemies ; which friends, Sir, as
it were, durft not (look you, Sir) mew themfelves (as
we term it) his friends, whilft he's in directitude.

i Ser. Direclitude ! what's that?

3 Ser. But when they (hall fee, Sir, his Creft up
again, and the man in blood, they will out of their
burroughs (like conies after rain) and revel all with
him.

i Ser.



5 2 8 C O 11 I O X A N U S.

1 Ser. But when goes this forward ?

3 Ser. To morrow, to day, presently, you fhall have
the drum ftruck up this afternoon : 'tis, as it were, a
parcel of their icaft, and to be executed ere they wipe
their lips.

2 Ser. Why, then we mail have a ftirring world
again : this peace is worth nothing, but to ruft iron,
encreafe tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

1 Ser. Let me have war, fay I ; it exceeds peace,
as far as day does night ; it's fprightly, waking, au-
dible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy,
lethargy, mull'd, deaf, fleepy, infenfible, a getter of
more baftard children than war's a deflroyer of men.

2 Ser. 'Tis fo ; and as war in fome fort may be
faid to be a ravi flier, fo it cannot be denied, but peace
is a great maker of cuckolds.

i Ser. " Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

3 Ser. " Reafon ; 7 becaufe they then lefs need one
" another : the wars, for my mony. I hope, to fee
Romans as cheap as Folfdans.

They are rifing, they are rifing.

Both. In, in, in, in. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

A publick Place in ROME.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.

$' lc * \\ 7 E hear not of him, neither need we fear

W him ;

His remedies are tame i'th* prefent peace,
And quietnefs o'th* People, which before

7 lecaufe they then lefs need one another :] Sbakefpear when he
choofes to give us fome weighty obfervation upon human nature,
not much to the credit of it, generally (as the intelligent reader may
obferve) puts it in:o the mouth of fome low buffoon character.

Were



CORIOLANUS. 529

Were in wild hurry. Here he makes his Friends
Blufh, that the world goes well ; who rather had,
Though they themfelves did fuffer by't, beheld
Difientious numbers peft'ring ftreets, than fee
Our Tradefmen finging in their /hops, and going
About their functions friendly.

Enter Menenius.

Eru. We flood to't in good time. Is this Menenius?

Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he : O he is grown molt kind of
late. Hail, Sir!

Men. Hail to you both!

Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much mifs'd, but with
his Friends ; the Commonwealth doth ftand, and fo
would do, were he more angry at it.

Men. All's well, and might have been much 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.

AIL The Gods preferve you both I

Sic. Good -e'en, neighbours.

Eru. Good- e'en to you all, good-e'en to you all.

i Cit. Our felves, our wives, and children, on our

knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.

Sic. Live and thrive!

Eru. Farewel, kind neighbours :
We wifli'd Coriolanus had lov'd you, as we did.

All. Now the Gods keep you!

Both Tri. Farewel, farewel. [Exeunt Citizens*

Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,
Than when thefe fellows ran about the ftreets,
Crying confufion.

Bru. Cains Mar dm was

VOL. VI. Mm A



5 -O CORIOLANUS.

A worthy officer i'th' war, but infolent,
O'ercome with pride, ambitious pad all thinking,
Self-loving.

Sic. And affe&ing one fole Throne,
Without Affiftance.

Men. Nay, I think not fo.

Sic. We had by this, to all our lamentation,
If he had gone forth Conful, found it fo.

Bru. The Gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits fafe and dill without him.

Enter Mdile.

Mtile. Worthy Tribunes,
There is a Have, whom we have put in prifon,
Reports, the Volfciam with two feveral Powers
Are entered in the Roman Territories ;
And with the deeped malice of the war
Dedroy what lies before 'em.

Men. 'Tis j&tJuHus,

Who, hearing of our Martins' Banimment,
Thruds forth his horns again into the world ;
Which were in-fhell'd when Marcius dood for Rome,
And durd not once peep out.

Sic. Come, what talk you of Marcius !

Bru. Go fee this rumourer whipt. It cannot be,
The Volfdans dare break with us.

Men. Cannot be !

We have Record, that very well it can ;
And three examples of the like have been
Within my age. But reafon with the fellow
Before you punifh him, where he heard this ;
Led you mould 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. Notpoflible.

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CORIOLANUS. 531

Enter a Meffenger.

Me/. The Nobles in great earneftnefs are going
All to the Senate-houfe j fome news is come,
That turns their countenances.

Sic. 'Tis this flave :

Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes : his raifing!
Nothing but his report J

Mef. Yes, worthy Sir,
The flave's report is feconded, and more,
More fearful is delivered.

Sic. What more fearful ?

Mef. It is fpoke freely out of many mouths,
How probable I do not know, that Martins,
Join'd with Aufidius^ leads a Pow'r 'gainft Rome ;
And vows Revenge as fpacious, as between
The young'ii and oldeft thing.

Sic. This is moft likely !

Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker fort may wifh
Good Marcius home again*

Sic. The very trick on'c.

Men. This is unlikely.
He and Aufidius 8 can no more atone,
Than violenteft contrariety.

Enter Meffenger.

Mef. You are fent for to the Senate :
A fearful army, Jed by Caius Marcius^
Affociated with Aufidius^ rages
Upon our territories 5 and have already
O'er-borne their way, confum'd with fire, and took
What lay before them.

g can ao more atone,] This is a very elegant ex-

preffion, and taken from unifon firings giving the fame tone or
found.

Mm 2 Enter



CORIOLANUS.

Enter Cominius.

Com. Oh, you have made good Work.

Men. What news? what news?

Com. You have holp to ravifh your own daughters,

and

To melt the city-leads upon your pates,
To fee your Wives difhonour'd to your nofes.
Men. What's the news ? what's the news ?
Com. Your Temples 9 burned in their cement, and
Your franchifes, whereon you flood, confin'd
Into an augre's bore.

Men. Pray now, the news ?

You've made fair work, I fear me: pray, your news?
If Marcius mould be joined with the Volftians^

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've made good work,
You and your apron-men ; that flood fo much
Upon the voice of occupation, and
The breath of garlick-eaters.

Com. He'll fhake your Rome about your ears.
Men. As Hercules did make down mellow fruit :
You have made fair work !
Bru. But is this true, Sir ?
Com. Ay, and you'll look pale
Before you find it other. All the Regions
Do feemingly revolt; and, who refiit,
Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
And perilh conftant fools : who is't can blame him?
Your enemies and his find fomething in him.

9 burned in their cement,] Cement, for cindlure

or inclofure ; becaufe both have the idea of holding together.

Men.



CORIOLANUS. '533

Men. We're all undone, unlefs
The noble man have mercy.

Com. Who (hall ask it?

The Tribunes cannot do't for fhame ; the people
Deferve fuch pity of him, as the wolf
Does of the ihepherds : his belt friends, if they
Shou'd fay, " Be good to Rome ;" they charge him even
As thofe mould do that had deferv'd his hate,
And therein (hew'd like enemies.

Men. 'Tis true.

If he were putting to my houfe the brand
That would confume it, I have not the face
To fay, " 'Befeech you, ceafe." You've made fair

hands,
You and your crafts ! you've crafted fair !

Com. You've brought
A trembling upon Rome, fuch as was never
So incapable of help.

Tri. Say not, we brought it.

Men. How ? was it we ? we lov'd him ; but, liki

beads,

And coward Nobles, gave way to your clufters,
Who did hoot him out o'th* city.

Com. But I fear,

They'll roar him in again. Julius AufdiuSy
The fecond name of men, obeys his points
As if he were his officer : Defperation
Is all the policy, ftrength, and defence,
That Rome can make againft them.

SCENE VIL

Enter a Troop of Citizens.

Men. Here come the clufters.

And is Aufidius with him? You are they,
That made the air unwholfome, when you caft

M m 3 Your



CORIOLA NUS.

Your (linking, greafy 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,
If he mould burn us all into one coal,
We have deferv'd it.

Omnes. Faith, we hear fearful news.

1 Gt. For mine own part,

When I faid, banifh him i I faid, 'twas pity.

2 Cit. And fo did I.

3 Cit. And fo did 1 5 and to fay the truth, fo did
very many of us ; that we did, we did for the beft ;
and tho* we willingly confented to his Banifhment,
yet it was againfl our will.

Com. Y'are goodly things ; you, voices !

Men, You have made good work,
You and your cry. Shall J s to the Capitol ?

Cm. Oh, ay, what elfe ? [Exeunt.

Sic. Go, matters, get you home, be notdiimay'd.
Thefe are a Side, that would be glad to have
This true, which they fo feem to fear. Go home,
And mew no fign of fear.

1 Gt. The Gods be good to us : come, matters, let's
home. I ever faid, we were i' th* wrong, when we
banim'd him.

2 Cit. So did we all ; but come, let's home.

[Exeunt Citizens.
Bru. I do not like this news.
Sic. Nor I.

Bru. Let's to the Capitol ; 'would, half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie !
Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt fribuxes.



SCENE



CORIOLANUS.

SCENE VIII.

A Camp -, at afmall diftance from Rome.

Enter Aufidius, with his Lieutenant.

Auf. F^O they ftill flie to th' Roman?

A.-' Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in

him ; but

Your foldiers ufe him as the grace 'fore meat,
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end :
And you are darken'd in this action, Sir,
Even by your own.

Auf. I cannot help it now,
Unlefs, by ufmg means, I lame the foot
Of our defign. 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 changling, and I muft excufe
What cannot be amended.

Lieu. Yet I wifh, Sir,
(I mean for your particular,) you had not
Join'd in Commifiion with him ; but had borne
The action of your felf, 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 ; though it feems,
And fo he thinks, and is no lefs apparent
To th* vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly ;
And (hews good husbandry for the Volfcian State,
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,
When e'er we come to our account.

Lieu. Sir, I befeech, think you, he'll carry Rome ?

M m 4 Auf.



535



CORIOLANUS.

Auf. All places yield to him ere he fits down,
And the Nobility of Rome are his :
The Senators 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
1 As is the * Qfprey to the fifh, who takes it
By Sovereignty of Nature. Firft, he was
A noble fervant to them, but he could not
Carry his Honours even ; whether pride,
(Which out of daily fortune ever taints
The happy man) whether defecl: of judgment,
(To fail in the difpofmg of thofe chances,
Whereof he was the lord) or whether nature,
(Not to be other than one thing ; not moving
Fromth' cask toth* cufhion ; but commanding peace
Even with the fame aufterity and garb,
As he controll'd the war ;) But one of thefe,
(As he hath fpices of them all) not all,
For I dare fo far free him, made him fear'd,
So hated, and fo banifh'd ; but he has merit
To choak it in the utt'rance ; fo our virtues
Lie in th* interpretation of the time ;
* And Power, unto it felf mod commendable,
Hath not a tomb fo evident, as a chair
T* extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire j one nail, one nail ;

I Ai is the Ofprey ] 0/prey, a kind of eagle, OJpfraga.

Mr. Pope,

Z dfprey] Spelt right by Mr. Theobald.
3 And Power, unto it felf mojl commendable,
Hath not a tomb fo evident, as a thair
T" extol <what it hath doneJ] This is a common thought, but
miferably ill exprefled. The fenfe is, the virtue which delights to
commend itfelf, will r.d the fureft Tomb in that Chair wherein it
holds forth its own commendations. 1

1 - vnto it felf ntofl commendable*
i . which hath a very high opinion of itfelf,

Right's



CORIOLANUS.

* Right's by right fouled, ftrengths by ftrengths do fail.
Come, let's away ; when, Caitts, Rome is thine,
Thou'rt poor'ft of all, then fhortly art thou mine.

[Exeunt.



ACT V. SCENE I.

A publick Place in Rome.

Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus,
with others.

M E N 1 N I U S.

NO, I'll not go : you hear, what he hath faid,
Which was fometime his General ; who lov'd

him

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. Coriolanus
He would not anfwer to ; forbad all names ;
He was a kind of Nothing, titlelefs,
'Till he had forg'd himfelf a name o'th' fire
Of burning Rome.

Men. Why, fo ; you've made good work:

4 Right" s ly right FOULER,] This has no manner of fenfe.
We (hould read,

R igkfs by right FOULED.

Or, as it is commonly written in Engli/b, foiled, from the Trench,
fouler, to tread or trample under foot.



c 3 S CORIOLANUS.

A pair of Tribunes, * that have reck'd for Rome,
To make coals cheap : a noble memory !

Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was leaft expected. He reply'd,
* It was a bare petition of a State
To one whom they had punim'd.

Men. Very well, could he fay lefs ?

Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard
For's private friends. His anfwer to me was,
He could not (lay to pick them in a pile
Of noifom mufty chart. He faid, 'twas folly,
For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
And ftill to nofe th' offence.

Men. For one poor grain or 'two ?
I'm. one of thofe : his mother, wife, his child,
And this brave fellow too, we are the grains i
You are the mufty chaff; and you are fmek
Above the Moon. We muft be burnt for you.

Sic. Nay, pray, be patient : if you refufe 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 inftant army we can make,
Might flop our Country-man.

Men. No: I'll not meddle.

Sic. Pray you, go to him.

Men. What mould I do?

Bru. Only make tryal what your love can do
For Rome, tow'rds Marcius.

Men. Well, and fay, that Marcius
Return me, as Comimus is return'd,



1 - - that have rack'd for Rome,] We fliould read

i. e. been careful, provident for. In this infinuation of their only
Hiind'ng trifles, he fatirizes them for their injuftice to Coriolanusi
which was like to end in the ruin of their country. The Oxford
Editor feeing nothing of this reads,

- have fack'd fair Rome.

2 // was a \>SUQ petition - ] Bare, for mean, beggarly.

Unheard :



CORIOLANUS. 539

Unheard: (what then?)

But as a difcontented friend, grief-mot

With his unkindnefs. Say't be fb ?

Sic. Yet your good will

Muft have that thanks from Rome, after the meafurc
As you intended well.

Men. I'll undertake it :
I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip,
And hum at good Commius^ much unhearts me.
" J He was not taken well, he had not din'd.
" The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
" We powt upon the morning, are unapt
" To give or to forgive ; but when we've ftuff'd
" Thefe pipes, and thefe conveyances of blood
" With wine and feeding, we have fuppter fouls
" Than in our prieft-like fafts ; therefore I'll watch him
" 'Till he be dieted to my requeft,
And then I'll fet upon him.

Bru. You know the very road into his kindneis,
And cannot lofe your way.

Men. Good faith, I'll prove him,
Speed how it will. I mall ere long have knowledge
Of my fuccefs. {Exit.

Com. He'll never hear him.

Sic. Not?

Com. I tell you, he does fit in gold, his eye
Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his Injury
The Goaler to his Pity. I kneel'd before him,
'Twas very faintly he faid, rife: difmifs'd me
Thus, with his fpeechlefs hand. What he would do,
He fent in writing after ; what he would not,
Bound with an oath (a} not yield to new conditions:

3 He 'was not taken ivt/j, be bad not din'd. &c.] This obferva-
tion is not only from nature, and finely expreffed, but admirably
befits the mouth of one, who in the beginning of the play had
told us, that he loved convivial doings.

[ (-a) mtyitld to nfw. Oxford Editor. Vutg. to jield to kit.'}

So



540 CORIOLANUS.

* So that all hope is vain, unlefs his mother
And wife, who (as I hear) mean to follicit him,
Force mercy to his Country. Therefore hence,
And with our fair intreaties hafte them on. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Changes to the Volfcian Camp.

Enter Menenius to the Watch or Guard.

I Watch. C T AY : whence are you ?

i3 2 Watch, Stand, and go back.
Men. You guard like men, 'tis well. But, by your

leave,

I am an officer of State, and come
To fpeak with Coriolanus.
i Watch. Whence?
Men. From Rome.

1 Watch. You may not pafs, you muft return : our

General
Will no more hear from thence.

2 Watch. 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 Watch. Be it fo, go back : the virtue of your

Name
Is not here paffable.

4 So that all hope is vain, unlefs bis mother

And wife, iuho (as I bear) mean to follicit him
FOR mercy to his country.} Unlefs his mother and wife do
what ? the fentence is imperfeft. We fhould read,

FORCE mercy to bit Country."
and then all is right.

Men.



CORIOLANUS. 54.1

Men. I tell thee, fellow,
Thy General is my lover : I have been
The book of his good ads ; whence men have read
His fame unparallel'd haply amplified :
5 For I have ever narrified my friends,
(Of whom he's chief) with all the fize that verity
Would without lapfing fuffer : nay, fometimes,
Like to a bowl upon a fubtle ground,
I've tumbled paft the throw ; and in his praife
Have, almoft, ftamp'd the leafing. Therefore, fellow,
I muft: have leave to pafs.

i Watch. Faith, Sir, if you had told as many lies
in his behalf, as you have utter'd words in your own,
you mould not pafs here : no, though it were as vir-
tuous to lie, as to live chaftly. Therefore, go back.

Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember, my name is
Menemus ; always fadionary of the Party of your
General.

5 For I have ever VERIFIED my friends,

with all the fize that verity f?f.] Shake fpear' s mighty

talent in painting the manners, is efpecially remarkable in this
place. Menenius here, and Polonius in Hamlet, have much of the
lame natural character. The difference is only accidental. The
one was a fenator in a free ftate ; and the other a courtier, and
miniiter to a King ; which two circumftances afforded matter for
that inimitable ridicule thrown over the character of Polonius. For
the reit, there is an equal complaifance for thofe they follow ; the
fame difpofi tion to be a creature , the fame love of prate ; the
fame affectation of wifdom, and forwardnefs to be in bufinefs.'
But we muft never believe Shakefpear could make either of them
fay, / have verified my friends with all the fize of verity ; nay
what is more extraordinary verified them beyond verity. Without
doubt he wrote,

For I have ever NARRIFIED my friends,
i. e. made their encomium. This too agrees with the foregoing
metaphors of book, read, and cor.ftitutes an uniformity amongft
them. From whence the Oxford Editor took occafion to read
magnified ' : which makes the abfurdity much worfe than he found
it : for, to magnify fignifies to exceed the truth; fo that this critic
makes him fay he magnified his friend within the fize of verity :
i. e. he exceeded truth even while he kept within it.

i Watch.



542 CORIOLANUS.

2 Watch. Howfoever you have been his liar, (as
you fay, you have;) I am one that, telling true under
him, muft fay, you cannot pafs. Therefore, go back.

Men. Has he din'd, canft thou tell ? for I would
not fpeak with him till after dinner.

i Watch. You are a Roman, are you ?

Men. I am as thy General is.

i Watch, Then you mould hate Rome, as he does.
Can you, when you have pum'd out of your gates
the very Defender of them, and, in a violent popular
ignorance, given your enemy your Ihield, think to
front his revenges with the eafy groans of old wo-
men, 6 the virginal palms of your daughters, or with

6 tljf virginal p A L M 3 of your daughters,] By virginal palms
may be iadecd underilood the holding up the hands in fuppiica-
tion. Therefore I have alter'd nothing. But as this fenfeis cold,
and gives us even a ridiculous idea; and as the pajfiens of the fcve-
ral intercefibrs fcem intended to be here repreiented, I fufpeft
Shakejpear might write PASMES or FAMES, i.e. fwooning fits,
from the French fafmer, or pdmer. I have frequently ufed the li-
berty to give feme to an unmeaning paffage by the introduction of
a French word of the fame found, which I fuppofe to be of Sbake-
fpear^s own coining. And I am certainly juftified in fo doing, by the
great number of fuch fort of words to be found in the common text.
But for a further juftification of this liberty, take the following in-
ftance ; where all muit agree that the common reading is corrupt
by the Editor's inferting an Englifb word they underftood, inftead of
one coined by Shakefpear out of French, which they underftood not.
It is in his Tarquin and Lucrece, where he is fpeaking of the office