Mar. May these same instruments, which you profane, Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk, Let him be made an overture for the wars ! No more, I say ! For that I have not wash'd In acclamations hyperbolical; As if I loved my little should be dieted In praises sauced with lies. Com. As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius With all the applause and clamour of the host, The addition nobly ever! [Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums. All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Cor. I will go wash ; 44. soothing, flattery. 46. Let him be made an overture for the wars, let silk (in 50 60 stead of steel) be made a sign of war. 'Him' is emphatic. L. And when my face is fair, you shall perceive To the fairness of my power. Com. For their own good and ours. Lart. I shall, my lord. Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg Of my lord general. Com. Take 't; 'tis yours. Cor. I sometime lay here in Corioli What is 't? At a poor man's house; he used me kindly: But then Aufidius was within my view, And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you Com. O, well begg'd! Were he the butcher of my son, he should Cor. 70 80 By Jupiter! forgot. 90 I am weary; yea, my memory is tired. Have we no wine here? Com. Go we to our tent: The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time 72. undercrest, to wear the ability.' [Exeunt. 77. articulate, negociate for peace. SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces. A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, bloody, with two or three Soldiers. Auf. The town is ta'en! First Sol. Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. Auf. Condition! I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, He's mine, or I am his mine emulation : Hath not that honour in 't it had; for where I thought to crush him in an equal force, True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way First Sol. He's the devil. Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd With only suffering stain by him; for him 2. good condition, good terms. 22. Embarguements ('embargos'), impediments. The 10 20 word seems to be suggested by the Sp. embargamientos in the same sense. The vulgate 'embarquements' is an easy corruption. L. Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst Wash my fierce hand in 's heart. city; Go you to the Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must First Sol. Will not you go? Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you "Tis south the city mills-bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey. First Sol. I shall, sir. [Exeunt. 30 ACT II. SCENE I. Rome. A public place. Enter MENENIUS with the two Tribunes of the Men. The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night. Bru. Good or bad? Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius. Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. 31. In 1588 four corn mills were built on the south side of the Thames by the Corporation of London, close to the Globe Theatre. Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love? Sic. The lamb. Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius. Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Men. lamb. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a You two are old men tell me one thing that I shall ask you. Both. Well, sir. Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you two have not in abundance ? Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all. Sic. Especially in pride. Bru. And topping all others in boasting. Men. This is strange now: do you two know how you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the right-hand file? do you? Both. Why, how are we censured? Men. Because you talk of pride now,-will you not be angry? Both. Well, well, sir, well. Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at your pleasures; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud? Bru. We do it not alone, sir. Men. I know you can do very little alone; for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you could turn your eyes toward 40. single, paltry, insignificant. 10 20 30 40 |