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'Tis sworn between us, we shall never strike 1 Vol. He had rather see the swords, and hear Till one can do no more.

a drum, than look upon his schoolmaster. AU.

The gods assist you!, Val. ('my word, the father's son ; l'll swear, Auf. And keep your honours safe! l'tis a very pretty boy. O'ny troth, I looked 1 Sen,

Farewell. upon him o' Wednesday half an hour together: 2 Sen.

Farewell. he has such a confirmed countenance. I saw All. Farewell.

[Exeunt. him run after a gilded buttertly; and when he SCENE III.

caught it, he let it go again; and after it again;

and over and over he comes, and up again: Rome. An Apartment in Marcius' House.

catched it again: or whether his fall enraged Enter VOLUMNIA and Virgilia: They sit down on him, or how 'twas, he did so set his teeth, and tuoo lowo stools, and seu,

tear it; 0, I warrant, how he mammocked it ! Vol. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express Vol. One of his father's moods. yourself in a more comfortable sort: If my son l'al. Indeed la, 'tis a noble child. were my husband, I should freelier rejoice in Vir. A crack, madam. that absence wherein he won lionour, then in Val. Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must the embracements of his bed, where he would have you play the idle huswife with me this show most love. When yet he was but tender- afternoon. bodied, and the only son of my womb; when lir. No, good madam, I will not out of doors. youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way; l'al. Not out of doors! wben, for a day of kings' entreaties, a mother Vol She shall, she shall. should not sell him an hour from her beholding; Vir. Indeed, no, by your patience: I will not 1,---considering how honour would become such over the threshold, till my lord return from the a person; that it was no better than picture-like wars. to hang by the wall, if renown made it not stir, Val. Fye, you confine yourself most unrea--was pleased to let him seek danger where he sonably; Come, you must go visit the good lady was like to find fame. To a cruel war I sent that lies in. him; from whence he returned, his brows bound Vir. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit with oak. I tell thee, daughter,--I sprang not her with my prayers; but I cannot go thither. more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child, Vol. Why, I pray you?

[love. than now in first seeing he had proved himself Vir: 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want a man.

(how then?

Val. You would be another Penelope : yet Vir. But had he died in the business, madam? they say, all the yarn she spun, in Ulysses'ub

Vol. Then his good report should have been sence, did but fill Ithaca full of moths. Cone; my son; I therein would have found issue. I would your cambrick were sensible as your Hlear me profess sincerely : Had I a dozen sons, finger, that you might leave pricking it for pity. each in my love alike, and none less dear than Come, you shall go with us. thine and my good Marcius, I had rather had Vir. No. good madam, pardon me; indeed, I eleveu die nobly for their country, than one will not forth. voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Val. In truth, la, go with me: and I'll tell Enter a Gentlewoman.

you excellent news of your husband. Gent, Madam, the lady Valeria is come to l'ir. O, good madam, there can be none yet. visit yoll.

Val. Verily, I do not jest with you; there l'ir. 'Beseech you, give me leave to retire came news from him last night. Vol. Indeel, you shall not.

(myself. l'ir. Indeed, madam ? Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum; Val. In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator See him pluck Autidius down by the hair; speak it. Thus it is:- The Volces have an army As children from a bear, the Volces siunning forth; against whom Cominius the general is him :

gone, with one part of our Roman power: your Methinks, I see him stamp thug, and call thus,-- lord, and Titus Lartius, are set down before their Come on, you coards, you were got in fear, city Corioli; they nothing doubt prevailing, and Though you were born in Humo: His bloody brow to make it brief wars. This is true, on tuine With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes; honour; and so, I pray, go with us. Like to a harvest-man, that's task'd to mow Vir. Give me excuse, good madam; I will Or all, or lose his hire.

obey you in every thing hereafter. Vir. His bloody brow! 0, Jupiter, no blood ! Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she

Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, will but disease our better mirth.
Than gilt his trophy: The breasts of Hecuba, Val. In truth, I think she would :-Fare you
When she did suckie Hector, look'd not lovelier well then.-Come, good sweet lady.---Proythee,
Than llector's forehead, when it spit forth bloot Virgilia, turn thy solemness out o' door, and go
At Grecian swords' contending.– Tell Valeria, along with us.
We are fit to bid her welcome. (Exil Gent. Vir. No: at a word, madam ; indeed, I must

Vir. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidiusi not. I wish you much mirth.
Vol. He'll beat Aufidius' head below his knee, Val. Well, then farewell.

(Exeunt. And tread upon his neck. Rochier Gentlewoman, with VALERIA and her

SCENE IV. Before Corioli. lisher

Enter, with Drums and Colours, MARCIUS, T171's Val. My ladies both, good day to you. L. ARTIUS, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a Vol. Sweet madam,

Messenger. l'ir. I am glad to see your ladyship.

Mar. Yonder comes news:-A wager they Val. How do you both? you are manifest have met. housekeepers. What are you sewing here? A Lart. My horse to yours, no. fine spot, in good faith.-How does your little Mar.

"Tis done. son?


Agreed Vir. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?

Vess. They lie in view; but have not spoke 2 Sol.

Nor I.
Lart. So, the good horse is mine.

(as yet.
3 Sol,

See, they var. I'll buy him of you. Hlave shut him in.

[Alarum continues. Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend

To the pot, I warrant hima. you him I will,

For half a hundred years.--Summon the town.
Mar. How far off lie these armies?

Lart. What is become of Marcius?
Within this mile and half.


Slain, sir, doubtiess. Mar. Then shall we hear their larum, and

1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels,

With them he enters: who, npon the sudden, they ours. Now, Mars, I prythee make us qnick in work: Clapp'd to their gates; he is himseli alone, That we with smoking swords may march To answer all the city. from hence,

Lart. [blast.

0,'noble fellow! To help our fielded friends !--Come, blow thy Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword,

And when it bowg stands up! Thou art left, They sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some

SEXATORS, and Others.

A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls? Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a 1. Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less soldier than he,

Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums Only in strokes: but with thy grim looks, and

[Alarums ajar of The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, Are bringing forth our youth; We'll break Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the our walls,

Were feverous, and did tremble. (world Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, Re-enter MARCIUS bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. Which yet seem shut, we have but pinu'd with rushes ;

1 Sol.

Look sir, They'll open of themselves. Hark you, far oft;


Tis Marcius: [Other Alarums. Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes

[They fight, and all enter the city. Amongst your cloven army.

SCENE V. Within the Town. A Street. Mar.

0, they are at it!! Lart. Their noise be our instruction.--Lad

Enter certain Romans, with spoils. ders, ho!

1 Rom. This will I carry to Rome. The Volces enter, and pass over the stage.

2 Rom. And I this. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their

3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver, city.

(Alarum continues still afur off. Now put your shields before your hearts, and Enter MarciƯs and Titus LAETIUS, with a fight brave Titus :

Trump l. With hearts more proofthan shields.-Advance, Mar. See here these inovers, that do prize They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, their hours Which makes me sweat with wrath.--Come At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, Icaden spoons, on, my fellows:

Trons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would He that retires, I'll take him for al Volce,

Bury with those that wore them, these base And he shall feel mine edge.

slaves, Alarum, and exeunt Romans and Volces, fighting. Ere yet the fight be done, pack up:-Down

The Romans are beaten back to their trenches. with them.-
Re-enter MARCIUS.

And hark, what noise the general makes ! Jar. All the contagion of the south light on To him: --

(and plagues There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, You shames of Rome! you herd of, ---Boils Piercing our Romans: 'Then, valiant Titus, take Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd Convenient numbers to make good the city ; Further than seen, and one infect another Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, To help Cominius.

(naste That bear the shapes of men, how have you run Lart.

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st ; From slaves that apes would beat ? Pluto and Thy exercise hath been too violent for hell!

A second course of fight. All hurt behind; backs red and faces pale

Sir, praise me not: With flight and argued fear! Mend, and My work hath not yet warm'd me: Fare you charge home,

Tlie blood I drop is rather physical (well, Or, by the tires of heaven, I'll leave the foe, Than dangerous to me: To Aufidius thus And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on; I will appear, and fight. If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their Lart.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune, wives,

Fall deep in love with thee; and her great As they us to our trenches followed.

charms Another Alarum. The Volces and Romans rc- Misguide the opposers'swords? Bold gentleman,

ent-r, and the fight is renewed. The Volces Prosperity be thy page! retire into Corioli, and MARCIUS follows them Mar.

Thy friend no less to the gutes.

Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. So, now the gates are ope :--Now prove good lart. Thou worthiest Marcins !seconds:

(Erit MARCIUS. 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Go. sound thy trumpet in the market-place; Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like. Call thither all the officers of the town,

[He enters the gaics, and is shut in Where they shall know our mind. Away. 1 Sol. Fool-hardliness; not I.



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SCENE VI. Near the Camp of Cominius. They have placed their men of trust?

Com. Enter CominiuS and Forces, retreating.

As I guess, Marcins,

Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates, Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought: Of their best trust: o'er them Aufidius, we are come off

Their very heart of hope. Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, Mar.

I do beseech you, Nor cowardly in retire; believe me, sirs, By all the battles wherein we have fought, We shall be charged again. Whiles we have By the blood we have shed together, by the

struck, By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard We have made to endure friends, that you The charges of our friends :- The Roman gods directly Lead their successes as we wish our own ;

Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates : That both our powers, with smiling fronts And that you not delay the present; but, encountering,

Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, Enter a Messenger.

We prove this very hour. May give you thankful sacrifice !-Thy news? Com.

Though I could wish Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, You were conducted to a gentle bath, And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:

And balms applied to you, yet dare I never I saw our party to their trenches driven,

Deny your asking; take your choice of those And then I came away.

That best can aid your action.
Though thou speak'st truth,


Those are they Methinks thou speak'st not well. How long that most are willing:-If any such be here

Mess. Above an hour, my lord. [is't since ? (As it were sin to doubt), that love is painting Com. "Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear deaths :

Lesser his person than an ill report; How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, And bring thy news so late ?

And that his country's dearer than himself'; Mess.

Spies of the Volces Let him, alone, or so many, so minded, Held me in a chase, that I was forc'd to wheel Wave thus (waving his hand], to express his Three or four miles about; else had I, sir,

disposition, Half an hour since brought my report.

And follow Marcius.

[They all shout, and wave their swords ; lake Com.

Who's yonder, him up in their arms, and cast up their caps. That does appear as he were flay'd ? () gods!

O me, alone! Make you a sword of me? He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have If these shows be not outward, which of you Before time seen him thus.

But is four Volces ? None of you but is Mar.

Come I too late?

Able to bear against the great Aufidius Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from A shield as hard as his. A certain number, a tabor,

Though thanks to all, must I select from all : More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue,

the rest From every meaner man's.

Shall bear the business in some other fight, Mar.

Come I too late ? As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march, Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of And four shall quickly draw out my command, But mantled in your own.

(others, which men are best inclin'd. Mar. 0! let me clip you Com.

March on, my fellows: In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart

Make good this ostentation, and you shall As merry, as when our nuptial day was done, Divide in all with us.

(Exeunt. And tapers burn'd to bedward. Com. Flower of warriors,

SCENE VII. The Gates of Corioli. How is't with Titus Lartius?

Titus Lartius, having set a guard upon Corioli, Mar. As with a man busied about decrees : Condemning some to death, and some to exile;

going with a drum and trumpet toward Cominius

and Caius Marcius, enters with a Lieutenant, Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning the

a Party of Soldiers, and a Scout. other; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,

Lart. So, let the ports be guarded: keep your

duties, Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, To let him slip at will.

As I have set them down. If I do send, disCom. Where is that slave,

patch Which told me they had beat you to your Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve Where is he? Call him hither. (trenches? For a short holding: If we lose the field, Mar.

Let him alone, We cannot keep the town. He did inform the truth : But for our gentlemen,


Fear not our care, sir. The common file (A plague !-Tribunes for Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.them!)

Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat, as they did


From rascals worse than they. (budge

But how prevail'd you ?
Mar. Will the time serve to tell? I do not 1 field of Battle beexeen the Roman and the Vol-

cian Camps. think

Alarum. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS. Where is the enemy? Are you lordso the field; If not, why cease you till you are so?

Mar. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do Com.

Marcius. Worse than a promise-breaker. [hate thee We have at disadvantage fought, and did Auf.

We hate alike; Retire, to win our purpose. (which side Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor

Mar. How lies their battle? Know you on More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot.

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Mar. Let the first budger die the other's And stand upon my common part with those slave,

That have beheld the doing. And the gods doom him after!

(A long flourish. They all cry, Marcius If I fly, Marcius,

Marcins! cast up their caps and lances : Halloo me like a hare.

COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare. Mar.

Within these three hours, Tullus, Mar. May these same instruments, which you Alone I fought in your Corioli walls. [blood, profane,

(shall And made what work I pleas'd ; 'Tis not my Never sound more! When drums and trumpets Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge I'the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Wrench up thy power to the highest.

Made all of false-fac'd soothing: When steel Auf. Wert thou the Hector

grows That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made Thou should'st not scape me here.

An overture for the wars! No more, I say; [They fight, and certo in Volces come to the For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, aid of AUFIDIUS.

Or foild some debile wretch, -which, without Officious, and not valiant--you have sham'd me note, In your condemned seconds.

Here's many else have done,- you shout me forth
Exeunt fighting, driven in by MARCIUS. In acclamations hyperbolical;

As if I lov'd my little should be dieted
SCENE IX. The Roman Camp.

In praises sauc'd with lies.
Alarum. A Retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter Com.

Too modest are you ; at one side, COMINIUS and Romans; at the other More crnel to your good report, than grateful side, MARCIUS, with his arm in a scarf, and other To us that give you truly: by your patience, Romans.

If'gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's (Like one that means his proper arm) in mawork,


(known, Thou'lt not believe thy deeds : but ill report it, Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug Wears this war's garland: in token of the which I'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted My noble steed, known to the Camp, I give him. And, gladly quak’d, hear more; where the dull With all his trim belonging; and, from this time tribunes,

For what he did before Corioli, call him,

nours, That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine ho- With all the applause and clamour of the host, Shallsay,against their hearts-We thank the yods, Carus MARCIUS CORIOLANUS.

Bear the addition nobly ever!
Our Rome hath such a soldier !
Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,

(Flourish. Trumpets sound, and Drums. Having fully dined before.

AU. Caius Marcius Coriolanus !

Cor. I will go wash; Enter Titus LARTIUS, with his Power, from the And when my face is fair, yon shall perceive pursuit.

Whether I blush, or no: How beit, I thank you: Lart.

() general,

I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times, Here is the steed, we the caparison:

To undercrest your good addition, Hadst thou beheld-

To the fairness of my power. Mar. 'Pray now, no more: my mother, Com.

So, to our tent: Who has a charter to extol her blood,

Where, ere we do repose us, we will write When she does praise me, grieves me. I have To Rome of our success. - You, Titus Lartius, done

Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
As you have done; that's what I can; induc'd The best with whom we may articulate
As you have been; that's for my country: For their own good, and ours.
He, that has but effected his good will,


I shall, my lord Hath overta'en mine act.

Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now Com.

You shall not be Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg The grave of your deserving; Rome must know Of my lord general. The value of her own: 'twere a concealment Com.

Take it:'tis yours.-What is't! Worse than a theft, no less than a tradncement, Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, To hide your doings; and to silence that, At a poor man's house; he us'd me kindly : Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; Would seem but modest: Therefore, I beseech But then Aufidius was within my view, you

And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity : I request you (In sign of what you are, not to reward To give my poor host freedom. What you have done), before our army, hear me. Com.

O, well begg'd! Jar, I have some wounds upon me, and they were he the butcher of my son, he should To hear themselves remember'd. (smart Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. Com.

Should they not, Lart. Martius, his name? Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, Cor.

By Jupiter, forgot :And tent themselveswith death. Of all the horses I am weary; yea, my memory is tird. (Whereof we have ta'en good, and good store), Have we no wine here? of all


Go we to our tent: The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city, The blood upon thy visage dries; 'tis time We render you the tenth; to be ta'en forth, It should be look'd to; come.

(Ereune. Before the common distribution, at

SCENE X. The Camp of the Volces.
Your only choice.
I thank you, general:

4 Flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS. AUNDIUS But cannot make my heart consent to take

bloody, with troo or three Soldiers, A bribe to pay my sword : I do refuse it; Auf. The town is ta'en.


| Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good con- and be angry at your pleasures; at the least, if Auf. Condition ?--

(dition. you take it as a pleasure to you, in being sɔ. I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot, You blame Marcius for being proud! Peing a Voice, be that I am.-Condition ! Bru. We do it not alone, sir. What good condition can a treaty find

Men, I know you can do very little alone : I'the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, for your helps are many; or else your actions I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat would grow wonderous single: your abilities are

too infantlike, for doing much alone. You talk And would'st do so, I think, should we encounter of pride: 0, that you could turn your eyes toAs often as we eat.-By the elements, wards the napes of your necks, and make but If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, an interior survey of your good selves! O, that He is mine, or I am his: Mine emulation Bru. What then, sir?

(you could ! Hath not that honour in't, it had; for where Men, Why, then yon should discover a brace I thought to crush him in an equal force of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates (True sword to sword), I'll potch at him some (alias fools), as any in Rome. Or wrath, or craft, may get him. (way; Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. 1 Sol.

He's the devil. Men. I am known to be a humourous patrician, Aut. Bolder, though not so subtle: My valour's and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not poison'd,

a drop of allaying Tyber in't; said to be someWith only suffering stain by him; for him thing imperfect, in favouring the first complaint: Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary, hasty, and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion : Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor Capitol, one that converses more with the buttock of the The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, night, than with the forehead of the morning. Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up What I think, I utter; and spend my malice in Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst my breath: Meeting two such weals-men as you My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it are(I cannot call you Lycurguses), if the drink At home, upon my brother's guard, even there you give me, touch my palate adversely, I make Against the hospitable canon, would I a crooked face at it. I cannot say, your worships Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to have delivered the matter well, when I find the tlie city.

ass in compound with the major part of your Learn, how'tis held; and what they are that must syllables : and though I must be content to bear Re hostages for Rome.

with those that say you are reverend grave men; 1 Sol.

Will not you go? yet they lie deadly, that tell, you have good duf. I am attended at the cypress grove: faces. If you see this in the map of my microI pray you

cosm, follows it, that I am known well enough ("T'is south the city mills), bring me word thither too? what harm can your bisson conspectuities How the world goes; that to the pace of it glean out of this character, if I be known well I may spur on my journey.

enough too?

[enough, 1 Sol.

I shall, sir. (Excunt Pru. Come, sir, come, we know you well

Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor

any thing. You are ambition for poor knaves' Art serond.

caps and legs; you wear out a good wholesome

forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orangeSCENE I. Rome. A Publick Place.

wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the

controversy of three-pence to a second day of Enter MEXENIUS, SICINIUS, and Brutus. audience.-- When you are hearing a matter beMen. Theaugurer tells me, we shall have news tween party and party, if you chance to be Bru. Good or bad ?

[to-night. pinched with the colick, you make faces like Men. Not according to the prayer of the peo- mummers; set up the bloody flag against all ple, for they love not Marcius. [friends. patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot,

Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more enMen. 'Pray you, who does the wolf love? tangled by your hearing: all the peace you make Sic. The lamb.

in their cause, is, calling both the parties knaves: Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry ple. You are a pair of strange ones. beians would the noble Marcius.

Bru. Come, come, you are well understood Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baas like a hear. to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a ne

Men. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a laınb. cessary bencher in the Capitol. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I Men. our very priests must become mockers, shall ask you.

if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects Both Trib. Well, sir.

as you are. When you speak best unto the purMen. In what enormity is Marcins poor, that pose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; you two have not in abundance?

and your beards deserve not so honourable à Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be Sic. Especially, in pride.

(with all. entombed inan ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must Bru. And topping all others in boasting. be saying, Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap

Men. This is strange now: Do you two know estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since how you are censured here in the city, I mean Deucalion; though peradventure, some of the of us o' the right hand file? Do you ?

best of them were hereditary hangmen. Good Both Trib. Why, how are we censured ? e'en to your worships; more of your conversa

Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will tion would infect my brain, being the herdsmen you not be angry?

of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to tako Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well.

my leave of you. Men, Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very (Bru. and Sio. retire to the back of the Scene, little thief of occasion will rob you of a great Fnter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA, &c. deal of patience: give your disposition the reins, How now, my as fair as noble ladies and the

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