Auf. Insolent villain! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. Lords. [Aufidius and the Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus, who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. Hold, hold, hold, hold. O Tullus, Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him.-Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords. Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger Myself your loyal servant, or endure 1 Lord. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him: let him be regarded Did follow to his urn. 2 Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it. Auf. My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him up:Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. |