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I would have 'voided thee; but in mere spite, Say, "yea," to thy desires. A thousand welcomes ! To be full quit of those my banishers,

And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Stand I before thee here. Then, if thou hast Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most A heart of a wreak in thee, that will revenge

welcome! Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. Of b shame seen through thy country, speed thee 1 Serv. [Advancing. ) Here's a strange alteration ! straight,

2 Sero. By my hand, I had thought to have And make my misery serve thy turn : so use it, strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave That my revengeful services may prove

me, his clothes made a false report of him. As benefits to thee; for I will fight

i Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me Against my canker'd country with the spleen about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set Of all the under fiends. But if so be

up a top. Thou dar’st not this, and that to prove more fortunes 2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was Thou art tir'd; then, in a word, I also am

something in him: he had, sir, a kind of face, meLonger to live most weary, and present

thought, I cannot tell how to term it. My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: 1 Serv. He had so; looking as it were,-Would Which not to cut would show thee but a fool, I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

than I could think. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, 2 Sero. So did I, I'll be sworn. He is simply the And cannot live but to thy shame, unless

rarest man i' the world. It be to do thee service.

1 Serv. I think, he is; but a greater soldier than Auf.

O Marcius, Marcius ! he, you hwot one.
Each word thou hast spoke bath weeded from my 2 Serv. Who? my master ?
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter [heart 1 Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.
Should from yond' cloud speak divine things,

2 Serv. Worth six on him.
And say, " 'Tis true;" I'd not believe them more 1 Serv. Nay, not so either; but I take him to be
Than thee, all noble Marcius.--Let me twine the greater soldier.
Mine arms about that body, where against

2 Sero. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, say that: for the defence of a town, our general is And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I d clip excellent. The Ranvil of my sword; and do contest

1 Serv. Ay, and for an assault too. As hotly and as nobly with thy love,

Re-enter third Servant.
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valor. Know thou first,

3 Serv. O, slaves! I can tell you news; news, you

rascals. I lov'd the maid I married : never man Sighed truer breath ; but that I see thee here,

1. 2. Serv. What, what, what? let's partake. Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,

3 Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; Than when I first my wedded mistress saw

I had as lieve be a condemned man.

1. 2. Serv. Wherefore? wherefore ? Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose

3 Serv. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,

our general,-Caius Marcius. Or lose mine arm for't. Thou hast beat me out

1 Sero. Why do you say thwack our general ? Twelve several times, and I have nightly since

3 Serv. I do not say, thwack our general; but he Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me:

was always good enough for him. We have been down together in my sleep,

2 Serv. Come, we are fellows, and friends: he Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,

was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so

himself. And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,

1 Serv. He was too hard for him directly, to say Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all

the truth on't: before Corioli, he scotched him and

notched him like a icarbonado. From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,

2 Serv. An he had been cannibally given, he might Like a bold flood 1 0'er-bear. O! come; go in,

have broiled and eaten him too. And take our friendly senators by the hands,

1 Serv. But, more of thy news ? Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,

3 Sero. Why, he is so made on here within, as if Who am prepar'd against your territories,

he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o' Though not for Rome itself.

the table; no question asked him by any of the senYou bless me, gods! himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself

ators, but they stand bala before him. Our general Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have with's khand, and turns up the white o' the eye to The leading of thine own revenges, take Th' one half of my commission; and set down,

his discourse. Bat yhe bottom of the news is, our As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st

general is cut i' the middle, and but one half of what Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own treaty and the whole table. He'il go, he

he was yestery for the other has half, by the enways; Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,

says, and 'sowle the porter of Rome gates by the Or rudely visit them in parts remote,

ears. He will mow down all before him, and leave

his passage polled. To fright them, ere destroy. But come in:

2 Serv. And he's as like to do't, as any man I can Let me commend thee first to those, that shall

imagine. *Wreak, an old term for revenge.-"Maims of shame,"i. e.,

3 Sero. Do't! he will do't; for, (look you, sir,) disgraceful diminutions of territory.--" The under fiends," he has as many friends as enemies ; which friends, 1.e., the infernal fiends." Clip," i. e., embrace.-- Aufidius calls Coriolanus the ancil of his sword, because he had for. merly laid as heavy blows on him as a smith strikes on his Know. A carbonado is meat scored for cooking. That anvil. -- " Thy brawn," i. e., thy arm.-3" Beat me out," is considers the touch of his hand as holy. Pull." Polli. e., beat me fally, completely.

ed," i. e., bared; cleared.



? That is, 'Aiming at absolute power, without the partid

sir, (as it were,) durst not (look you, sir) show them. | Than when these fellows ran about the streets, selves (as we term it) his friends, whilst he's in Crying confusion. dejectitude.


Caius Marcius was 1 Serv. "Dejectitude! what's that?

A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, 3 Sero. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, again, and the man in a blood, they will out of their Self-loving, burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with


And affecting one sole throne, him.

Without fassistance. 1 Serv. But when goes this forward ?


I think not so. 3 Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently. You Sic. We should by this, to all our 6 lamentation, shall have the drum struck up this afternoon : 'tis, If he bad gone forth consul, found it so. as it were, a bparcel of their feast, and to be execu Bru. The gods have well prevented it; and Rome ted ere they wipe their lips.

Sits safe and still without him. 2 Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring world

Enter an Ædile. again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, in


Worthy tribunes, crease tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, 1 Serv. Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace, Reports, the Volsces with two several powers as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audi- Are enter'd in the Roman territories; ble, and full of vaunt. Peace is a very apoplexy, And with the deepest malice of the war lethargy; d mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a get- Destroy what lies before them. ter of more bastard children, than wars a destroyer


'Tis Aufidius, of men.

Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, 2 Serv. 'Tis so: and as wars in some sort may be Thrusts forth his horns again into the world; said to be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied, but which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome, peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

And durst not once peep out. 1 Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.


Come, what talk you 3 Serv. Reason ; because they then less need one of Marcius? another. The wars, for my money. I hope to see

Bru. Go see this rumorer whipp'd. - It cannot be, Romans as cheap as Volscians. They are rising, The Volsces dare break with us. they are rising


Cannot be! All. In, in, in.

We have record that very well it can;

And three examples of the like have been
SCENE VI.-Rome, A Public Place.

Within my age. But reason with the fellow,

Before you punish him, where he heard this,

Sic. We hear not of hims neither need we fear him; | And beat the messenger who bids beware

you shall chance to whip your information, His remedies are tamed by the present peace Of what is to be dreaded. And quietness o' the people, which before


Tell not me: Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends

I know, this cannot be. Blush that the world goes well; who rather had,


Not possible.
Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
Dissentious numbers pestering streets, than see

Enter a Messenger.
Our tradesmen singing in their shops, and going Mess. The nobles in great earnestness are going
About their functions friendly.

All to the senate house : some news is come in,

That turns their countenances.

'Tis this slave. Bru. We stood to't in good time. Is this Menenius? Go whip bim 'fore the people's eyes :-his raising;

Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he. O! he is grown most kind Nothing but his report. Of late.-Hail, sir !


Yes, worthy sir,
Hail to you both!

The slave's report is seconded; and more, Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much miss'd,

More fearful, is deliver'd. But with his friends: the common-wealth doth stand,


What more fearful! And so would do, were he more angry at it. Men. All's well; and might have been much How probable I do not know, that Marcius,

Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths, He could have temporiz'd.

[better, if Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, Sic.

Where is he, hear you? And vows revenge as spacious, as between
Men. Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife The young'st and oldest thing.
Hear nothing from him.


This is most likely! Enter three or four Citizens.

Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort may wish Cit. The gods preserve you both h

6 God Marcius home again. Sic.

3 Good-den, neighbors. Sic. Bru. Good-den to you all, ood-den to you all.

Men. This is unlikely: 1 Cit. Ourselves, our wivolpadu Laidren, on our He and Aufidius can no more 'atone, Are bound to pray for you both.

[knees, Than violent contrariety. Sic. Live, and thrive.

Enter another Messenger. Bru. Farewell, kind neighbors. We wish'd Cor

Mess. You are sent for to the senate. Had lov'd you as we did.

Now the gods keep you! Associated with Aufidius, rages

A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius,
Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt Citizens.
Sic. This is a happier and more comely time,

pation of the tribunes.' - To. " In blood," 1. e., in good condition. Part.- " Noth. to our sorrow. Stood for Rome," 1. e., stood up in bet ing," " i. e., good for nothing. - Softened. -- "Good-den," defence. To reason with is to talk with. Changes i.e., good day.

1 * Atone," i. e., agree; accord.

The very trick on't

our lamentation," 1.

Upon our territories; and have already

Enter a Troop of Citizens. O'erborne their way, consum'd with fire, and took Men,

Here come the clusters. What lay before them.

And is Aufidius with him ?-You are they

That made the air unwholesome, when you cast Com. O! you have made good work.

Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at Men.

What news ? what news ? Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming ; Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, And not a hair upon a soldier's head, To melt the city leads upon your pates ; [and Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs, To see your wives dishonor'd to your noses ;

As you threw caps up, will he tumble down, Men. What's the news ? what's the news? And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter :

Com. Your temples burned in their cement; and If he could burn us all into one coal, Your franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd

We have deserv'd it.
Into an auger's bore.

Cit. 'Faith, we hear fearful news.
Pray now, your news? -

1 Cit.

For mine own part, You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. news?

2 Cit. And so did I. If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,

3 Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did Com.

If! very many of us. That we did, we did for the best; He is their god : he leads them like a thing and though we willingly consented to his banishMade by some other deity than nature,

ment, yet it was against our will. That shapes man better; and they follow him

Com. Y'are goodly things, you voices! Against us brats, with no less confidence


You have made Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,

Good work, you and your d cry!-- Shall's to the Or butchers killing flies.

Capitol ? Men.

You have made good work, Com. O! ay, what else ? [Exeunt Com. and Men. You, and your apron-men; you that stood so much Sic. Go, masters, get you home; he not dismay'd: Upon the voice of occupation, and

These are a side that would be glad to have The breath of garlic-eaters !

This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home, Com.

He will shake And show no sign of fear. Your Rome about your ears.

1 Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, Men.

As Hercules

let's home. I ever said, we were i' the wrong, when Did shake down mellow fruit. You have made fair we banished him, work.

2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. Bru. But is this true, sir?

[Exeunt Citizens. Com. Ay; and you'll look pale

Bru. I do not like this news. Before you find it other. All the legions

Sic. Nor I. Do smilingly revolt, and who resist

Bru. Let's to the Capitol.-Would half my wealth Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,

Would buy this for a lie! And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?


Pray, let us go. (Exeunt. Your enemies, and his, find something in him. Men. We are all undone, unless

SCENE VII.-A Camp; at a small distance The noble man have mercy.

from Rome.
Who shall ask it?

Enter Aufidius, and his Lieutenant.
The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
Deserve such pity of him, as the wolf

Auf. Do they still fly to the Roman ?
Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,

Lieu. I do not know what witchcraft's in him, but Should say, “Be good to Rome,” they charg’d him, Their talk at table, and

their thanks at end; even As those should do that had desery'd his hate,

And you are darken'd in this action, sir, And therein show'd like enemies.

Even by your own. Men.

'Tis true :


I cannot help it now, If he were putting to my house the brand

Unless, by using means, I lame the foot That should consume it, I have not the face

Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier, To say, " Beseech you, cease." - You have made Even to my person, than I thought he would fair hands,

When first I did embrace him; yet his nature You, and your handy crafts have crafted fair.

In that's no changeling, and I must excuse Com.

You have brought

What cannot be amended.

Yet I wish, sir,
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
So incapable of help.

(I mean, for your particular) you had not
Say not, we brought it.

Join'd in commission with him; but either Men. How! Was it we? 'We lov'd him; but, Had borne the

action of yourself, or else like beasts

To him had left it solely. And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,

Auf. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, Who did hoot him out o' the city.

When he shall come to his account, he knows not Com.

But I fear

What I can urge against him. * Though it seems, They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,

And so he thinks, and is no less apparent The second name of men, obeys his points

To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly, As if he were his officer. Desperation

And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state, Is all the policy, strength, and defence,

Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon That Rome can make against them.

As draw his sword; yet he hath left undone

d** Your cry," i e., pack, alluding to a pack of * Mechanics." Smilingly revolt," i. e., revolt with pleas. hounds.-"For your particular," i e., for your private inure, "Roar bim in again," i. e., roar at his return.


That, which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, For his private friends: his answer to me was, Whene'er we come to our account. [Rome? He could not stay to pick them in a pile

Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry of noisome, musty chaff. He said, 'twas folly,

Auf. All places yield to him ere he sits down; For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt, And the nobility of Rome are his :

And still to nose th' offence. The senators and patricians love him too.


For one poor grain or two? The tribunes are no soldiers ; and their people I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child, Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty

And this brave fellow too; we are the grains: To expel him thence. I think, he'll be to Rome, You are the musty chaff, and you are smelt As is the * osprey to the fish, who takes it

Above the moon.' We must be burnt for you. By sovereignty of nature. First he was

Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aid A noble servant to them, but he could not

In this so never-needed help, yet do not Carry his honors even : .whether 'twas pride, Upbraid's with our distress. But, sure, if you Which out of daily fortune ever taints

Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, The happy man ; whether defect of judgment, More than the instant army we can make, To fail in the disposing of those chances

Might stop our countryman. Which he was lord of; or whether nature,


No; I'll not meddle. Not to be other than one thing, not moving

Sic. Pray you, go to him. From the casque to the bcushion, but commanding Men. What should I do? Even with the same austerity and garb (peace, Bru. Only make trial what your love can do As he controll'd the war; but one of these For Rome towards Marcius. (As he hath spices of them all, not all,


Well; and say that Marcius For I dare so far free him) made him fear'd, Return me, as Cominius is return'd, So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit, Unheard, what then 1To choke it in the d utterance. So our virtues But as a discontented friend, grief-shot Live in the interpretation of the time,

With his unkindness ? say't be so ? And power, in itself most commendable,


Yet your good will Hath not a tomb so evident as a 3 cheer

Must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure To extol what it hath done.

As you intended well. One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Men.

I'll undertake it: Rights by rights * suffer, strengths by strengths do fail. I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, Come, let's away.-When, Caius, Rome is thine,

And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. Thou art poor'st of all; then, shortly art thou mine. He was not taken well; he had not din'd:

(Exeunt. The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then

We pout upon the morning, are unapt

To give or to forgive; but when we have stuffd

These pipes and these conveyances of blood
With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls

Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore, I'll watch him
SCENE I.-Rome. A Public Place. Till he be dieted to my request,
Enter Menesius, Comenius, Sicinius, Brutus, and And then I'll set upon him.

Bru. You know the very road into his kindness,

And cannot lose your way. Men. No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said Men.

Good faith, I'll prove him, 6 To one sometime his general ; who lov'd him Speed how it will. You shall ere long have know In a most dear particular. He call'd me father,

edge But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him, Of my success.

(Exit A mile before his tent fall down, and knee

Com. He'll never hear him. The way into his mercy. Nay, if he coy'd


Not! To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.

Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye Com. He would not seem to know me.

Red as 'twould burn Rome, and his injury Men.

Do you hear? The jailer to his pity. I kneeld before him ; Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name. 'Twas very faintly he said, " Rise;" dismiss'd me I urg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops Thus, with his speechless hand. What he would do, That we have bled together. Coriolanus

He sent in writing after me; what he would not, He would not answer to; forbad all names: Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions: He was a kind of nothing, Litleless,

So that all hope is vain.
Till he had forg'd himself a name o' the fire Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
Of burning Rome.

Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him
Men. Why, so; you have made good work: For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,
A pair of tribunes, that have wreck'd for Rome, And with our fair entreaties haste them on. (Exeunt.
To make coals cheap, a noble memory!

Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon When it was 6 least expected: he replied,

SCENE II.-— The Volscian Camp before Rome.

The Guards at their Stations.
It was a bare petition of a state
To one whom they had punish'd.

Enter to them, MENENIUS.
Men. Very well: could he say less ?
Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard

1 G. Stay! Whence are you?
2 G.

Stand, and go back.

Men. You guard like men: 'tis well; but, by your casque to the cushion," i.e., from the duties of a soldier to the To speak with Coriolanus. . The osprey is an eagle that preys on fish.-b" From the I am an officer of state, and come

(leave, chair of civil authority.- "Not all," i.e., not all in their full extent. - That is, " such merit as should choke the utterance

1 G.

From whence ? of his faults."-_**Coy'd," i, e., condescended unwillingly.


From Rome.

1 G. You may not pass ; you must return : our thy old father Menenius does! O, my son! my Will no more hear from thence.

[general son! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's 2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire, water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come You'll speak with Coriolanus.

[before to thee; but being assured, nono bul myself could Men,

Good my friends, move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with If you have heard your general talk of Rome, sighs, and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy And of his friends there, it is a lots to blanks, petitionary countrymen. Th good gods assuage My name hath touch'd your ears: it is Menenius. thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet

1 G. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name here; this, who, like a block, hath denied my access Is not here passable.

to thee. Men. I tell thee, fellow,

Cor. Away! Thy general is my blover: I have been

Men. How? away ? The book of his good acts, whence men have read Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplified ;

Are & servanted to others : though I owe For I have ever 'magnified my friends,

My revenge properly, my remission lies (of whom he's chief) with all the size that verity In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar, Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,

Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be gone: I have tumbled past the throw, and in his praise Mine ears against your suits are stronger than Have almost stamp'd the d leasing. Therefore, fellow, Your gates against my force. Yet, i for I lov'd thee, I must have leave to pass.

Take this along; I writ it for thy sake, 1 G. 'Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in

[Gives a 3 Paper. his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius, you should not pass here: no, though it were as vir- I will not hear thee speak.—This man, Aufidius, tuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back. Was my belov'd in Rome; yet thou behold'st

Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Auf. You keep a constant temper. Menenius, always e factionary on the party of your

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. general.

1 G. Now, sir, is your name Menenius ? 2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar, as you 2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power. You say you have, I am one that, telling true under him, know the way home again. must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back. 1 G. Do you hear how we are kshent for keeping

Men. Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would your greatness back? not speak with him till after dinner.

2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to gwoon? 1 G. You are a Roman, are you?

Men. I neither care for the world, nor your gen. Men. I am, as thy general is.

eral: for such things as you, I can scarce think 1 G. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. there's any, you are so slight. He that hath a will Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the to die by Thimself, fears it not from another. Let very defender of them, and, in a violent popular your general do his worst. For you, be that you are, ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to long; and your misery increase with your age. Í front his revenges with the queasy groans of old say to you, as I was said to, away!

(Exit. women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or 1 G. A noble fellow, I warrant him. with the palsied intercession of such a decayed 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: he is the dotard as you seem to be? Can you think to blow rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. [Exeunt. out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in with such weak breath as this ? No, you are de SCENE III.-The Tent of CORIOLANUS. ceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for

Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others. your execution. You are condemned, our general bas sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.

Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he Set down our hosl.-My partner in this action, would use me with estimation.

You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly 2 G. Come, my captain knows you not.

I have borne this business. Men. I mean, thy general.


Only their ends 1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say: You have respected; stopp'd your ears against go, lest I let forth your half pint of blood, -back,- The general suit of Rome; never admitted that's the utmost of your having :-back.

A private whisper, no, not with such friends
Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow, -

That thought them sure of you.


This last old man,

Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, Cor. What's the matter? Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for Loved me above the measure of a father ; you: you shall know now that I am in estimation : Way to send him; for whose old love, I have

Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge you shall perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus: guess, but by (Though I show'd sourly to him) once more offer'd my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st not 1 The first conditions, which they did refuse, the state of hanging, or of some death more long in That thought he could do more.

And cannot pow accept, to grace him only

A very little spectatorship, and crueller in suffering : behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee: Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter

I have yielded, too: fresh embassies, and suits, --The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy Will I lend ear to.-Ha! what shout is this ? particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than

[Shout within De Lots to blanks,” i. e., chances to nothing - Friend. Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow * Deceitful. -- "Almost stamp'd the leasing," i. e., almost given the lie such a sanction as to render it current.--" Fac & Subjected. That is, the power of forgiveness rests with tionary on the party of," i. e., a partisan in the cause of. the Volscians. “For," i. e., because. Reprimanded. e., Jack in office.

1" By himself," i e., by his own hands.- Openly.

po Jack guardant,"

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