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He bow'd his nature, never known before But to be rough, unswayable, and free. 3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
So he did, my lord:
The army marvell'd at it. And, in the last, When he had carried Rome; and that we look'd For no less spoil, than glory,
There was it; For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action; Therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! [Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the people.
1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise.
2 Con. And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear, With giving him glory.
Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Which we will second. When he lies along, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reasons with his body.
Say no more;
Auf. Here come the lords.
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
Read it not, noble lords;
Cor. Traitor! - How now?
I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously
Auf. No more.
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
Must give this cu, he lie and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must bear
My beating to his grave ;) shall join to thrust The lie unto him.
1 Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your voices in Corioli: Alone I did it.
Con. Let him die for't.
[Several speak at once. Cit. [Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son;-my daughter; He killed my cousin Marcus; He killed my
2 Lord. Peace, ho; - no outrage; The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o'the earth. His last offence to us Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace.
O, that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! Auf.
Insolent villain ! Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him. [AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands
JULIUS CESAR. OCTAVIUS CAESAR, MARCUS ANTONIUS, M. EMIL. LEPIDUS,
CICERO, PUBLIUS, POPILIUS LENA; senators.
FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, tribunes.
triumvirs after the death of Julius Cæsar.
conspirators against Julius Cæsar.
ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos. A Soothsayer.
SCENE I.. Rome. A Street.
Flav. Hence; home, you idle creatures, get you
Is this a holiday? What! know you not,
Mar. Where is thy leather apron, and thy rule?
2 Cit. Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobler.
Mar. But what trade art thou?
2 Cit. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soals.
Mar. What trade, thou knave, thou naughty knave, what trade?
2 Cit. Nay, I beseech you, sir, bo not out me yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you. Mar. What meanest thou by that? thou saucy fellow?
CINNA, a poet.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c. SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at ROME; afterwards at SARDIS; and near PHILIPPI.
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, young CATO, and Vo
CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar. PORTIA, wife to Brutus.
And when you saw his chariot but appear, Have you not made an universal shout, That Tiber trembled underneath her banks, To hear the replication of your sounds, Made in her concave shores?
And do you now put on your best attire?
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Assemble all the poor men of your sort;
[Exeunt Citizens. See, whe'r their basest metal be not mov'd; They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness. Go you down that way towards the Capitol; This way will I Disrobe the images, If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies. Mar. May we do so?
You know, it is the feast of Lupercal.
Flav. It is no matter; let no images Be hung with Cæsar's trophies. I'll about, And drive away the vulgar from the streets : So do you too, where you perceive them thick. These growing feathers pluck'd from Cæsar's wing, Will make him fly an ordinary pitch; Who else would soar above the view of men, And keep us all in servite fearfulness.
SCENE II.. The same. A puplic Plaec, Enter, in procession, with musick, CÆSAR; ANTONY, for the course; CALPHURNIA, PORTIA, DECIUS, CICERO, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, and CASCA, a great croud following; among them a Soothsayer.
Cas. Fellow, come from the throng: Look upon Cæsar.
Ces. Ha! Who calls? Casca. Bid every noise be still : — Peace yet again. [Musick ceases. Ces. Who is it in the press, that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the musick, Cry, Cæsar Speak; Cæsar is turn'd to hear. Sooth. Beware the ides of March. Cæs.
What man is that? Bru. A soothsayer, bids you beware the ides of March.
Cas. Set him before me, let me see his face.
Caes. What say'st thou to me now? Speak once again.
Sooth. Beware the ides of March.
Cas. He is a dreamer; let us leave him ;-)
Cas. I pray you, do.
Bru. I am not gamesome: I do lack some part Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires;
Cas. Brutus, I do observe you now of late:
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviours:
Cas. Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof, this breast of mine hath buried
Cas. 'Tis just:
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
Bru. Into what dangers would you lead me,
That you would have me seek into myself
Cas. Therefore, good Brutus, be prepar'd to hear: And, since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass, Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which you yet know not of. And be not jealous of me, gentle Brutus : Were I a common laugher, or did use To stale with ordinary oaths my love To every new protester; if you know That I do fawn on men, and hug them hard, And after scandal them; or if you know That I profess myself in banqueting To all the rout, then hold me dangerous. [Flourish, and shrut. Bru. What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Cæsar for their king.
Ay, do you fear it? Then must I think you would not have it so.
Bru. I would not, Cassius; yet I love him well :But wherefore do you hold me here so long? What is it that you would impart to me? If it be aught toward the general good, Set honour in one eye, and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently: For, let the gods so speed me, as I love The name of honour more than I fear death. Cas. I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus, As well as I do know your outward favour. Well, honour is the subject of my story. — I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Cæsar; so were you :
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
Is now become a god; and Cassius is
A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
Bru. Another general shout!
For some new honours that are heap'd on Cæsar. Cas. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world,
Like a Colossus; and we petty men
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
O! you and I have heard our fathers say,
Bru. That you do love me, I am nothing jealous;
I will with patience hear: and find a time
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Cas. I am glad, that my weak words
Re-enter CESAR, and his Train.
Bru. The games are done, and Cæsar is returning. Cas. As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve; And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you What hath proceeded, worthy note, to-day.
Bru. I will do so: - But, look you, Cassius, The angry spot doth glow on Cæsar's brow, And all the rest look like a chidden train : Calphurnia's check is pale; and Cicero Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes, As we have seen him in the Capitol, Being cross'd in conference by some senators. Cas. Casca will tell us what the matter is. Cas. Antonius.
Cæs. Let me have men about me that are fat;
Ant. Fear him not, Cæsar, he's not dangerous; He is a noble Roman, and well given.
Caes. 'Would he were fatter:-But I fear him
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much;