Auf. First Con. So he did, my lord : Auf. There was it: [Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the people. First Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. Sec. Con. And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear Third Con. Therefore, at your vantage, Auf. Here come the lords. Say no more: Enter the Lords of the city. All the Lords. You are most welcome home. Auf. I have not deserved it. But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused Lords. We have. And grieve to hear 't. What faults he made before the last, I think Enter Coriolanus, marching with drum and colours; the Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier ; The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home The charges of the action. We have made peace, With no less honour to the Antiates Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver, Together with the seal o' the senate, what` We have compounded on. Auf. Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree Cor. Traitor ! how now! Auf. Cor. Ay, traitor, Marcius! Marcius! You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars? Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears! Ha! Auf. No more. heart Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my I was forced to scold. Your judgements, my grave lords, First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. If Alone I did it. Auf. Boy!' Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears ? All Consp. 'He Let him die for 't. 'He killed my cousin All the People. Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently.' Sec. Lord. Peace, ho! no outrage: peace! The man is noble, and his fame folds-in This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Cor. O that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, Auf. Insolent villain ! All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! Lords. [The Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus: Aufidius stands on his body. Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. Sec. Lord. Thou hast done a deed Hold, hold, hold, hold! O'Tullus, whereat valour will weep. Masters all, be quiet; Auf. My lords, when you shall know-as in this rage That he is thus cut off.. Please it your First Lord. honours Bear from hence his body; And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Did follow to his urn. Sec. Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Auf. Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. A dead march sounded ANDRONICUS DRAMATIS PERSONE SATURNINUS, Son to the late Emperor of LUCIUS, QUINTUS, sons to Titus Andronicus. MARTIUS, MUTIUS, YOUNG LUCIUS, a boy, son to Lucius. PUBLIUS, son to Marcus Andronicus. ALARBUS, DEMETRIUS, CHIRON, sons to Tamora. AARON, a Moor, beloved by Tamora. A Captain, Tribune, Messenger, and TAMORA, Queen of the Goths. LAVINIA, daughter to Titus Andronicus. Kinsmen of Titus, Senators, Tribunes, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendan Rome. ACT I-SCENE I Before the Capitol. The Tomb of the Flourish. Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft. And then enter below, Saturninus and his Followers from one side, and Bassianus and his Followers from the other side, with drum and colours. Sat. Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Bas. Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right, Were gracious in the eyes of royal Rome, And, Romans, fight for freedom in your choice. Enter Marcus Andronicus, aloft, with the crown. Know that the people of Rome, for whom we stand In election for the Roman empery, |