Array ( [TITLE] => The Tragedy of Coriolanus [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => CAIUS MARCIUS, Afterwards CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS. [1] => MENENIUS AGRIPPA, friend to Coriolanus. [2] => Young MARCUS, son to Coriolanus. [3] => A Roman Herald. [4] => TULLUS AUFIDIUS, general of the Volscians. [5] => Lieutenant to Aufidius. [6] => Conspirators with Aufidius. [7] => A Citizen of Antium. [8] => Two Volscian Guards. [9] => VOLUMNIA, mother to Coriolanus. [10] => VIRGILIA, wife to Coriolanus. [11] => VALERIA, friend to Virgilia. [12] => Gentlewoman, attending on Virgilia. [13] => Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, Aediles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => TITUS LARTIUS [1] => COMINIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => generals against the Volscians. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => SICINIUS VELUTUS [1] => JUNIUS BRUTUS ) [GRPDESCR] => tribunes of the people. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Rome and the neighbourhood; Corioli and the neighbourhood; Antium. [PLAYSUBT] => CORIOLANUS [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons [1] => Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA [2] => Enter a Messenger, hastily [3] => Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators; JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS [4] => Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS and BRUTUS [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Before we proceed any further, hear me speak. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Speak, speak. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => You are all resolved rather to die than to famish? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Resolved. resolved. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => We know't, we know't. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. [1] => Is't a verdict? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => One word, good citizens. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good. [1] => What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they [2] => would yield us but the superfluity, while it were [3] => wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely; [4] => but they think we are too dear: the leanness that [5] => afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an [6] => inventory to particularise their abundance; our [7] => sufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this with [8] => our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I [9] => speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Consider you what services he has done for his country? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Very well; and could be content to give him good [1] => report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Nay, but speak not maliciously. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did [1] => it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be [2] => content to say it was for his country he did it to [3] => please his mother and to be partly proud; which he [4] => is, even till the altitude of his virtue. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What he cannot help in his nature, you account a [1] => vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; [1] => he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [2] => What shouts are these? The other side o' the city [3] => is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol! ) [STAGEDIR] => Shouts within ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Come, come. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Soft! who comes here? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved [1] => the people. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so! ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you [1] => With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have [1] => had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, [2] => which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor [3] => suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we [4] => have strong arms too. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, [1] => Will you undo yourselves? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => We cannot, sir, we are undone already. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I tell you, friends, most charitable care [1] => Have the patricians of you. For your wants, [2] => Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well [3] => Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them [4] => Against the Roman state, whose course will on [5] => The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs [6] => Of more strong link asunder than can ever [7] => Appear in your impediment. For the dearth, [8] => The gods, not the patricians, make it, and [9] => Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, [10] => You are transported by calamity [11] => Thither where more attends you, and you slander [12] => The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers, [13] => When you curse them as enemies. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us [1] => yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses [2] => crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to [3] => support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act [4] => established against the rich, and provide more [5] => piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain [6] => the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and [7] => there's all the love they bear us. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Either you must [1] => Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, [2] => Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you [3] => A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it; [4] => But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture [5] => To stale 't a little more. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to [1] => fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please [2] => you, deliver. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There was a time when all the body's members [1] => Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it: [2] => That only like a gulf it did remain [3] => I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive, [4] => Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing [5] => Like labour with the rest, where the other instruments [6] => Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, [7] => And, mutually participate, did minister [8] => Unto the appetite and affection common [9] => Of the whole body. The belly answer'd-- ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Well, sir, what answer made the belly? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile, [1] => Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus-- [2] => For, look you, I may make the belly smile [3] => As well as speak--it tauntingly replied [4] => To the discontented members, the mutinous parts [5] => That envied his receipt; even so most fitly [6] => As you malign our senators for that [7] => They are not such as you. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your belly's answer? What! [1] => The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye, [2] => The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier, [3] => Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter. [4] => With other muniments and petty helps [5] => In this our fabric, if that they-- ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What then? [1] => 'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, [1] => Who is the sink o' the body,-- ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Well, what then? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The former agents, if they did complain, [1] => What could the belly answer? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will tell you [1] => If you'll bestow a small--of what you have little-- [2] => Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Ye're long about it. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Note me this, good friend; [1] => Your most grave belly was deliberate, [2] => Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: [3] => 'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, [4] => 'That I receive the general food at first, [5] => Which you do live upon; and fit it is, [6] => Because I am the store-house and the shop [7] => Of the whole body: but, if you do remember, [8] => I send it through the rivers of your blood, [9] => Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain; [10] => And, through the cranks and offices of man, [11] => The strongest nerves and small inferior veins [12] => From me receive that natural competency [13] => Whereby they live: and though that all at once, [14] => You, my good friends,'--this says the belly, mark me,-- ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Ay, sir; well, well. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Though all at once cannot [1] => See what I do deliver out to each, [2] => Yet I can make my audit up, that all [3] => From me do back receive the flour of all, [4] => And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't? ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => It was an answer: how apply you this? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The senators of Rome are this good belly, [1] => And you the mutinous members; for examine [2] => Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly [3] => Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find [4] => No public benefit which you receive [5] => But it proceeds or comes from them to you [6] => And no way from yourselves. What do you think, [7] => You, the great toe of this assembly? ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => I the great toe! why the great toe? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest, [1] => Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost: [2] => Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, [3] => Lead'st first to win some vantage. [4] => But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs: [5] => Rome and her rats are at the point of battle; [6] => The one side must have bale. [7] => Hail, noble Marcius! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CAIUS MARCIUS ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, [1] => That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, [2] => Make yourselves scabs? ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => We have ever your good word. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He that will give good words to thee will flatter [1] => Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, [2] => That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you, [3] => The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, [4] => Where he should find you lions, finds you hares; [5] => Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, [6] => Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, [7] => Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is [8] => To make him worthy whose offence subdues him [9] => And curse that justice did it. [10] => Who deserves greatness [11] => Deserves your hate; and your affections are [12] => A sick man's appetite, who desires most that [13] => Which would increase his evil. He that depends [14] => Upon your favours swims with fins of lead [15] => And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye? [16] => With every minute you do change a mind, [17] => And call him noble that was now your hate, [18] => Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter, [19] => That in these several places of the city [20] => You cry against the noble senate, who, [21] => Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else [22] => Would feed on one another? What's their seeking? ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say, [1] => The city is well stored. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang 'em! They say! [1] => They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know [2] => What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise, [3] => Who thrives and who declines; side factions [4] => and give out [5] => Conjectural marriages; making parties strong [6] => And feebling such as stand not in their liking [7] => Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's [8] => grain enough! [9] => Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, [10] => And let me use my sword, I'll make a quarry [11] => With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high [12] => As I could pick my lance. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded; [1] => For though abundantly they lack discretion, [2] => Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you, [3] => What says the other troop? ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are dissolved: hang 'em! [1] => They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs, [2] => That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, [3] => That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not [4] => Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds [5] => They vented their complainings; which being answer'd, [6] => And a petition granted them, a strange one-- [7] => To break the heart of generosity, [8] => And make bold power look pale--they threw their caps [9] => As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon, [10] => Shouting their emulation. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => What is granted them? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, [1] => Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus, [2] => Sicinius Velutus, and I know not--'Sdeath! [3] => The rabble should have first unroof'd the city, [4] => Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time [5] => Win upon power and throw forth greater themes [6] => For insurrection's arguing. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => This is strange. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Go, get you home, you fragments! ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Where's Caius Marcius? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Here: what's the matter? ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent [1] => Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us; [1] => The Volsces are in arms. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They have a leader, [1] => Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't. [2] => I sin in envying his nobility, [3] => And were I any thing but what I am, [4] => I would wish me only he. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => You have fought together. ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Were half to half the world by the ears and he. [1] => Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make [2] => Only my wars with him: he is a lion [3] => That I am proud to hunt. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, worthy Marcius, [1] => Attend upon Cominius to these wars. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => It is your former promise. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, it is; [1] => And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thou [2] => Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face. [3] => What, art thou stiff? stand'st out? ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Caius Marcius; [1] => I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other, [2] => Ere stay behind this business. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => O, true-bred! ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your company to the Capitol; where, I know, [1] => Our greatest friends attend us. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To COMINIUS ) [1] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To MARCIUS ) [2] => Right worthy you priority. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Noble Marcius! ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To the Citizens ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, let them follow: [1] => The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither [2] => To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners, [3] => Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius? ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => He has no equal. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => When we were chosen tribunes for the people,-- ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Mark'd you his lip and eyes? ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Nay. but his taunts. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Be-mock the modest moon. ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The present wars devour him: he is grown [1] => Too proud to be so valiant. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such a nature, [1] => Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow [2] => Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder [3] => His insolence can brook to be commanded [4] => Under Cominius. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fame, at the which he aims, [1] => In whom already he's well graced, can not [2] => Better be held nor more attain'd than by [3] => A place below the first: for what miscarries [4] => Shall be the general's fault, though he perform [5] => To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure [6] => Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he [7] => Had borne the business!' ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Besides, if things go well, [1] => Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall [2] => Of his demerits rob Cominius. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come: [1] => Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius. [2] => Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults [3] => To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed [4] => In aught he merit not. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's hence, and hear [1] => How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, [2] => More than his singularity, he goes [3] => Upon this present action. ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Lets along. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and certain Senators [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, your opinion is, Aufidius, [1] => That they of Rome are entered in our counsels [2] => And know how we proceed. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is it not yours? [1] => What ever have been thought on in this state, [2] => That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome [3] => Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone [4] => Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think [5] => I have the letter here; yes, here it is. [6] => 'They have press'd a power, but it is not known [7] => Whether for east or west: the dearth is great; [8] => The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd, [9] => Cominius, Marcius your old enemy, [10] => Who is of Rome worse hated than of you, [11] => And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, [12] => These three lead on this preparation [13] => Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you: [14] => Consider of it.' ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our army's in the field [1] => We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready [2] => To answer us. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nor did you think it folly [1] => To keep your great pretences veil'd till when [2] => They needs must show themselves; which [3] => in the hatching, [4] => It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery. [5] => We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was [6] => To take in many towns ere almost Rome [7] => Should know we were afoot. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble Aufidius, [1] => Take your commission; hie you to your bands: [2] => Let us alone to guard Corioli: [3] => If they set down before 's, for the remove [4] => Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find [5] => They've not prepared for us. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, doubt not that; [1] => I speak from certainties. Nay, more, [2] => Some parcels of their power are forth already, [3] => And only hitherward. I leave your honours. [4] => If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet, [5] => 'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike [6] => Till one can do no more. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => The gods assist you! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => And keep your honours safe! ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Farewell. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Farewell. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Farewell. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Rome. A room in Marcius' house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA they set them down on two low stools, and sew [1] => Enter a Gentlewoman [2] => Exit Gentlewoman [3] => Enter VALERIA, with an Usher and Gentlewoman [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a [1] => more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I [2] => should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he [3] => won honour than in the embracements of his bed where [4] => he would show most love. When yet he was but [5] => tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when [6] => youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when [7] => for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not [8] => sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering [9] => how honour would become such a person. that it was [10] => no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if [11] => renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek [12] => danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel [13] => war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows [14] => bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not [15] => more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child [16] => than now in first seeing he had proved himself a [17] => man. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => But had he died in the business, madam; how then? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then his good report should have been my son; I [1] => therein would have found issue. Hear me profess [2] => sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love [3] => alike and none less dear than thine and my good [4] => Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their [5] => country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Gentlewoman [LINE] => Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, you shall not. [1] => Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum, [2] => See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair, [3] => As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him: [4] => Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus: [5] => 'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear, [6] => Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow [7] => With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes, [8] => Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow [9] => Or all or lose his hire. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, you fool! it more becomes a man [1] => Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba, [2] => When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier [3] => Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood [4] => At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria, [5] => We are fit to bid her welcome. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee [1] => And tread upon his neck. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => My ladies both, good day to you. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Sweet madam. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => I am glad to see your ladyship. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers. [1] => What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good [2] => faith. How does your little son? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => I thank your ladyship; well, good madam. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than [1] => look upon his school-master. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a [1] => very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o' [2] => Wednesday half an hour together: has such a [3] => confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded [4] => butterfly: and when he caught it, he let it go [5] => again; and after it again; and over and over he [6] => comes, and again; catched it again; or whether his [7] => fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his [8] => teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked [9] => it! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => One on 's father's moods. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => A crack, madam. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play [1] => the idle husewife with me this afternoon. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => No, good madam; I will not out of doors. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Not out of doors! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => She shall, she shall. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the [1] => threshold till my lord return from the wars. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come, [1] => you must go visit the good lady that lies in. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with [1] => my prayers; but I cannot go thither. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Why, I pray you? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => 'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all [1] => the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill [2] => Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric [3] => were sensible as your finger, that you might leave [4] => pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you [1] => excellent news of your husband. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => O, good madam, there can be none yet. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from [1] => him last night. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Indeed, madam? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it. [1] => Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against [2] => whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of [3] => our Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are set [4] => down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt [5] => prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true, [6] => on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every [1] => thing hereafter. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but [1] => disease our better mirth. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then. [1] => Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy [2] => solemness out o' door. and go along with us. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish [1] => you much mirth. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => Well, then, farewell. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Before Corioli. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Captains and Soldiers. To them a Messenger [1] => Enter the army of the Volsces [2] => Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS cursing [3] => Enters the gates [4] => MARCIUS is shut in [5] => Alarum continues [6] => Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS [7] => Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy [8] => They fight, and all enter the city ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => My horse to yours, no. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => 'Tis done. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Agreed. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Say, has our general met the enemy? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => So, the good horse is mine. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => I'll buy him of you. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will [1] => For half a hundred years. Summon the town. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => How far off lie these armies? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Within this mile and half. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours. [1] => Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, [2] => That we with smoking swords may march from hence, [3] => To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast. [4] => Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls? ) [STAGEDIR] => They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others on the walls ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, nor a man that fears you less than he, [1] => That's lesser than a little. [2] => Hark! our drums [3] => Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls, [4] => Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates, [5] => Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes; [6] => They'll open of themselves. [7] => Hark you. far off! [8] => There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes [9] => Amongst your cloven army. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drums afar off [1] => Alarum afar off ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => O, they are at it! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They fear us not, but issue forth their city. [1] => Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight [2] => With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, [3] => brave Titus: [4] => They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts, [5] => Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows: [6] => He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce, [7] => And he shall feel mine edge. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All the contagion of the south light on you, [1] => You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues [2] => Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd [3] => Further than seen and one infect another [4] => Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, [5] => That bear the shapes of men, how have you run [6] => From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! [7] => All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale [8] => With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home, [9] => Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe [10] => And make my wars on you: look to't: come on; [11] => If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, [12] => As they us to our trenches followed. [13] => So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds: [14] => 'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, [15] => Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like. ) [STAGEDIR] => Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and MARCIUS follows them to the gates ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Fool-hardiness; not I. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Soldier [LINE] => Nor I. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => See, they have shut him in. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => To the pot, I warrant him. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => What is become of Marcius? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Slain, sir, doubtless. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Following the fliers at the very heels, [1] => With them he enters; who, upon the sudden, [2] => Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone, [3] => To answer all the city. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O noble fellow! [1] => Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, [2] => And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius: [3] => A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, [4] => Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier [5] => Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible [6] => Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and [7] => The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds, [8] => Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world [9] => Were feverous and did tremble. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Look, sir. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O,'tis Marcius! [1] => Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. Corioli. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter certain Romans, with spoils [1] => Alarum continues still afar off [2] => Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Roman [LINE] => This will I carry to Rome. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Roman [LINE] => And I this. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Roman [LINE] => A murrain on't! I took this for silver. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See here these movers that do prize their hours [1] => At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons, [2] => Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would [3] => Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, [4] => Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them! [5] => And hark, what noise the general makes! To him! [6] => There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, [7] => Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take [8] => Convenient numbers to make good the city; [9] => Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste [10] => To help Cominius. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; [1] => Thy exercise hath been too violent for [2] => A second course of fight. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, praise me not; [1] => My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well: [2] => The blood I drop is rather physical [3] => Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus [4] => I will appear, and fight. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now the fair goddess, Fortune, [1] => Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms [2] => Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman, [3] => Prosperity be thy page! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy friend no less [1] => Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou worthiest Marcius! [1] => Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place; [2] => Call thither all the officers o' the town, [3] => Where they shall know our mind: away! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit MARCIUS ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Near the camp of Cominius. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire, with soldiers [1] => Enter MARCIUS [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Breathe you, my friends: well fought; [1] => we are come off [2] => Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands, [3] => Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs, [4] => We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck, [5] => By interims and conveying gusts we have heard [6] => The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods! [7] => Lead their successes as we wish our own, [8] => That both our powers, with smiling [9] => fronts encountering, [10] => May give you thankful sacrifice. [11] => Thy news? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Messenger ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The citizens of Corioli have issued, [1] => And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle: [2] => I saw our party to their trenches driven, [3] => And then I came away. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though thou speak'st truth, [1] => Methinks thou speak'st not well. [2] => How long is't since? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Above an hour, my lord. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums: [1] => How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour, [2] => And bring thy news so late? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Spies of the Volsces [1] => Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel [2] => Three or four miles about, else had I, sir, [3] => Half an hour since brought my report. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who's yonder, [1] => That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods [2] => He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have [3] => Before-time seen him thus. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour [1] => More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue [2] => From every meaner man. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Come I too late? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, [1] => But mantled in your own. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, let me clip ye [1] => In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart [2] => As merry as when our nuptial day was done, [3] => And tapers burn'd to bedward! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Flower of warriors, [1] => How is it with Titus Lartius? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As with a man busied about decrees: [1] => Condemning some to death, and some to exile; [2] => Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other; [3] => Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, [4] => Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash, [5] => To let him slip at will. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is that slave [1] => Which told me they had beat you to your trenches? [2] => Where is he? call him hither. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let him alone; [1] => He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen, [2] => The common file--a plague! tribunes for them!-- [3] => The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge [4] => From rascals worse than they. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => But how prevail'd you? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will the time serve to tell? I do not think. [1] => Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field? [2] => If not, why cease you till you are so? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marcius, [1] => We have at disadvantage fought and did [2] => Retire to win our purpose. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How lies their battle? know you on which side [1] => They have placed their men of trust? ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As I guess, Marcius, [1] => Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates, [2] => Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, [3] => Their very heart of hope. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do beseech you, [1] => By all the battles wherein we have fought, [2] => By the blood we have shed together, by the vows [3] => We have made to endure friends, that you directly [4] => Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates; [5] => And that you not delay the present, but, [6] => Filling the air with swords advanced and darts, [7] => We prove this very hour. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though I could wish [1] => You were conducted to a gentle bath [2] => And balms applied to, you, yet dare I never [3] => Deny your asking: take your choice of those [4] => That best can aid your action. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Those are they [1] => That most are willing. If any such be here-- [2] => As it were sin to doubt--that love this painting [3] => Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear [4] => Lesser his person than an ill report; [5] => If any think brave death outweighs bad life [6] => And that his country's dearer than himself; [7] => Let him alone, or so many so minded, [8] => Wave thus, to express his disposition, [9] => And follow Marcius. [10] => O, me alone! make you a sword of me? [11] => If these shows be not outward, which of you [12] => But is four Volsces? none of you but is [13] => Able to bear against the great Aufidius [14] => A shield as hard as his. A certain number, [15] => Though thanks to all, must I select [16] => from all: the rest [17] => Shall bear the business in some other fight, [18] => As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; [19] => And four shall quickly draw out my command, [20] => Which men are best inclined. ) [STAGEDIR] => They all shout and wave their swords, take him up in their arms, and cast up their caps ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => March on, my fellows: [1] => Make good this ostentation, and you shall [2] => Divide in all with us. ) ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. The gates of Corioli. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with drum and trumpet toward COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties, [1] => As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch [2] => Those centuries to our aid: the rest will serve [3] => For a short holding: if we lose the field, [4] => We cannot keep the town. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lieutenant [LINE] => Fear not our care, sir. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence, and shut your gates upon's. [1] => Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us. ) ) ) ) [7] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VIII. A field of battle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee [1] => Worse than a promise-breaker. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We hate alike: [1] => Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor [2] => More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let the first budger die the other's slave, [1] => And the gods doom him after! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I fly, Marcius, [1] => Holloa me like a hare. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Within these three hours, Tullus, [1] => Alone I fought in your Corioli walls, [2] => And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood [3] => Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge [4] => Wrench up thy power to the highest. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wert thou the Hector [1] => That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, [2] => Thou shouldst not scape me here. [3] => Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me [4] => In your condemned seconds. ) [STAGEDIR] => They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of AUFIDIUS. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in breathless ) ) ) [8] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IX. The Roman camp. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter, from one side, COMINIUS with the Romans; from the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in a scarf [1] => Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power, from the pursuit [2] => A long flourish. They all cry 'Marcius! Marcius!' cast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare [3] => Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, [1] => Thou'ldst not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it [2] => Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles, [3] => Where great patricians shall attend and shrug, [4] => I' the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted, [5] => And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the [6] => dull tribunes, [7] => That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, [8] => Shall say against their hearts 'We thank the gods [9] => Our Rome hath such a soldier.' [10] => Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast, [11] => Having fully dined before. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O general, [1] => Here is the steed, we the caparison: [2] => Hadst thou beheld-- ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray now, no more: my mother, [1] => Who has a charter to extol her blood, [2] => When she does praise me grieves me. I have done [3] => As you have done; that's what I can; induced [4] => As you have been; that's for my country: [5] => He that has but effected his good will [6] => Hath overta'en mine act. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You shall not be [1] => The grave of your deserving; Rome must know [2] => The value of her own: 'twere a concealment [3] => Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, [4] => To hide your doings; and to silence that, [5] => Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, [6] => Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you [7] => In sign of what you are, not to reward [8] => What you have done--before our army hear me. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have some wounds upon me, and they smart [1] => To hear themselves remember'd. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Should they not, [1] => Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, [2] => And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, [3] => Whereof we have ta'en good and good store, of all [4] => The treasure in this field achieved and city, [5] => We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth, [6] => Before the common distribution, at [7] => Your only choice. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I thank you, general; [1] => But cannot make my heart consent to take [2] => A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it; [3] => And stand upon my common part with those [4] => That have beheld the doing. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May these same instruments, which you profane, [1] => Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall [2] => I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be [3] => Made all of false-faced soothing! [4] => When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk, [5] => Let him be made a coverture for the wars! [6] => No more, I say! For that I have not wash'd [7] => My nose that bled, or foil'd some debile wretch.-- [8] => Which, without note, here's many else have done,-- [9] => You shout me forth [10] => In acclamations hyperbolical; [11] => As if I loved my little should be dieted [12] => In praises sauced with lies. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too modest are you; [1] => More cruel to your good report than grateful [2] => To us that give you truly: by your patience, [3] => If 'gainst yourself you be incensed, we'll put you, [4] => Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles, [5] => Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known, [6] => As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius [7] => Wears this war's garland: in token of the which, [8] => My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, [9] => With all his trim belonging; and from this time, [10] => For what he did before Corioli, call him, [11] => With all the applause and clamour of the host, [12] => CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS! Bear [13] => The addition nobly ever! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Caius Marcius Coriolanus! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will go wash; [1] => And when my face is fair, you shall perceive [2] => Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you. [3] => I mean to stride your steed, and at all times [4] => To undercrest your good addition [5] => To the fairness of my power. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So, to our tent; [1] => Where, ere we do repose us, we will write [2] => To Rome of our success. You, Titus Lartius, [3] => Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome [4] => The best, with whom we may articulate, [5] => For their own good and ours. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => I shall, my lord. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods begin to mock me. I, that now [1] => Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg [2] => Of my lord general. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Take't; 'tis yours. What is't? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I sometime lay here in Corioli [1] => At a poor man's house; he used me kindly: [2] => He cried to me; I saw him prisoner; [3] => But then Aufidius was within my view, [4] => And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you [5] => To give my poor host freedom. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, well begg'd! [1] => Were he the butcher of my son, he should [2] => Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Marcius, his name? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By Jupiter! forgot. [1] => I am weary; yea, my memory is tired. [2] => Have we no wine here? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go we to our tent: [1] => The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time [2] => It should be look'd to: come. ) ) ) ) [9] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, bloody, with two or three Soldiers [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => The town is ta'en! ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Condition! [1] => I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, [2] => Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition! [3] => What good condition can a treaty find [4] => I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, [5] => I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me, [6] => And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter [7] => As often as we eat. By the elements, [8] => If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, [9] => He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation [10] => Hath not that honour in't it had; for where [11] => I thought to crush him in an equal force, [12] => True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way [13] => Or wrath or craft may get him. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => He's the devil. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd [1] => With only suffering stain by him; for him [2] => Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary, [3] => Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol, [4] => The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice, [5] => Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up [6] => Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst [7] => My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it [8] => At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, [9] => Against the hospitable canon, would I [10] => Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city; [11] => Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must [12] => Be hostages for Rome. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Will not you go? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you-- [1] => 'Tis south the city mills--bring me word thither [2] => How the world goes, that to the pace of it [3] => I may spur on my journey. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => I shall, sir. ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MENENIUS with the two Tribunes of the people, SICINIUS and BRUTUS. [1] => A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the general, and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and Soldiers, and a Herald [2] => Flourish [3] => Kneels [4] => Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward [5] => Enter a Messenger [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Good or bad? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not according to the prayer of the people, for they [1] => love not Marcius. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Pray you, who does the wolf love? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => The lamb. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the [1] => noble Marcius. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two [1] => are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Well, sir. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you two [1] => have not in abundance? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Especially in pride. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => And topping all others in boasting. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is strange now: do you two know how you are [1] => censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the [2] => right-hand file? do you? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Why, how are we censured? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Because you talk of pride now,--will you not be angry? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both [LINE] => Well, well, sir, well. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of [1] => occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience: [2] => give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at [3] => your pleasures; at the least if you take it as a [4] => pleasure to you in being so. You blame Marcius for [5] => being proud? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => We do it not alone, sir. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know you can do very little alone; for your helps [1] => are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous [2] => single: your abilities are too infant-like for [3] => doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you [4] => could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks, [5] => and make but an interior survey of your good selves! [6] => O that you could! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => What then, sir? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, [1] => proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as [2] => any in Rome. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Menenius, you are known well enough too. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that [1] => loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying [2] => Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in [3] => favouring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-like [4] => upon too trivial motion; one that converses more [5] => with the buttock of the night than with the forehead [6] => of the morning: what I think I utter, and spend my [7] => malice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen as [8] => you are--I cannot call you Lycurguses--if the drink [9] => you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a [10] => crooked face at it. I can't say your worships have [11] => delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in [12] => compound with the major part of your syllables: and [13] => though I must be content to bear with those that say [14] => you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that [15] => tell you you have good faces. If you see this in [16] => the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known [17] => well enough too? what barm can your bisson [18] => conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be [19] => known well enough too? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You [1] => are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs: you [2] => wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a [3] => cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller; [4] => and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to a [5] => second day of audience. When you are hearing a [6] => matter between party and party, if you chance to be [7] => pinched with the colic, you make faces like [8] => mummers; set up the bloody flag against all [9] => patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, [10] => dismiss the controversy bleeding the more entangled [11] => by your hearing: all the peace you make in their [12] => cause is, calling both the parties knaves. You are [13] => a pair of strange ones. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, you are well understood to be a [1] => perfecter giber for the table than a necessary [2] => bencher in the Capitol. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall [1] => encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When [2] => you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the [3] => wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not [4] => so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's [5] => cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack- [6] => saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud; [7] => who in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessors [8] => since Deucalion, though peradventure some of the [9] => best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to [10] => your worships: more of your conversation would [11] => infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly [12] => plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you. [13] => How now, my as fair as noble ladies,--and the moon, [14] => were she earthly, no nobler,--whither do you follow [15] => your eyes so fast? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => BRUTUS and SICINIUS go aside [1] => Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for [1] => the love of Juno, let's go. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Ha! Marcius coming home! ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous [1] => approbation. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo! [1] => Marcius coming home! ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => VOLUMNIA [1] => VIRGILIA ) [LINE] => Nay,'tis true. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath [1] => another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one [2] => at home for you. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for [1] => me! ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw't. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven [1] => years' health; in which time I will make a lip at [2] => the physician: the most sovereign prescription in [3] => Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative, [4] => of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he [5] => not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => O, no, no, no. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a' [1] => victory in his pocket? the wounds become him. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home [1] => with the oaken garland. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but [1] => Aufidius got off. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: [1] => an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so [2] => fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold [3] => that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this? ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate [1] => has letters from the general, wherein he gives my [2] => son the whole name of the war: he hath in this [3] => action outdone his former deeds doubly ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VALERIA [LINE] => In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his [1] => true purchasing. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => The gods grant them true! ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => True! pow, wow. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True! I'll be sworn they are true. [1] => Where is he wounded? [2] => God save your good worships! Marcius is coming [3] => home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded? ) [STAGEDIR] => To the Tribunes ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be [1] => large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall [2] => stand for his place. He received in the repulse of [3] => Tarquin seven hurts i' the body. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,--there's [1] => nine that I know. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five [1] => wounds upon him. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave. [1] => Hark! the trumpets. ) [STAGEDIR] => A shout and flourish ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These are the ushers of Marcius: before him he [1] => carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears: [2] => Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie; [3] => Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Herald [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight [1] => Within Corioli gates: where he hath won, [2] => With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these [3] => In honour follows Coriolanus. [4] => Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more of this; it does offend my heart: [1] => Pray now, no more. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Look, sir, your mother! ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, [1] => You have, I know, petition'd all the gods [2] => For my prosperity! ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, my good soldier, up; [1] => My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and [2] => By deed-achieving honour newly named,-- [3] => What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?-- [4] => But O, thy wife! ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious silence, hail! [1] => Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, [2] => That weep'st to see me triumph? Ay, my dear, [3] => Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, [4] => And mothers that lack sons. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Now, the gods crown thee! ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And live you yet? [1] => O my sweet lady, pardon. ) [STAGEDIR] => To VALERIA ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know not where to turn: O, welcome home: [1] => And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep [1] => And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome. [2] => A curse begin at very root on's heart, [3] => That is not glad to see thee! You are three [4] => That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men, [5] => We have some old crab-trees here [6] => at home that will not [7] => Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors: [8] => We call a nettle but a nettle and [9] => The faults of fools but folly. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Ever right. ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Menenius ever, ever. ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Herald [LINE] => Give way there, and go on! ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA ) [1] => Ere in our own house I do shade my head, [2] => The good patricians must be visited; [3] => From whom I have received not only greetings, [4] => But with them change of honours. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have lived [1] => To see inherited my very wishes [2] => And the buildings of my fancy: only [3] => There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but [4] => Our Rome will cast upon thee. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Know, good mother, [1] => I had rather be their servant in my way, [2] => Than sway with them in theirs. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => On, to the Capitol! ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights [1] => Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse [2] => Into a rapture lets her baby cry [3] => While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins [4] => Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, [5] => Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows, [6] => Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed [7] => With variable complexions, all agreeing [8] => In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens [9] => Do press among the popular throngs and puff [10] => To win a vulgar station: or veil'd dames [11] => Commit the war of white and damask in [12] => Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil [13] => Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother [14] => As if that whatsoever god who leads him [15] => Were slily crept into his human powers [16] => And gave him graceful posture. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On the sudden, [1] => I warrant him consul. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then our office may, [1] => During his power, go sleep. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He cannot temperately transport his honours [1] => From where he should begin and end, but will [2] => Lose those he hath won. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => In that there's comfort. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doubt not [1] => The commoners, for whom we stand, but they [2] => Upon their ancient malice will forget [3] => With the least cause these his new honours, which [4] => That he will give them make I as little question [5] => As he is proud to do't. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I heard him swear, [1] => Were he to stand for consul, never would he [2] => Appear i' the market-place nor on him put [3] => The napless vesture of humility; [4] => Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds [5] => To the people, beg their stinking breaths. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => 'Tis right. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It was his word: O, he would miss it rather [1] => Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him, [2] => And the desire of the nobles. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I wish no better [1] => Than have him hold that purpose and to put it [2] => In execution. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => 'Tis most like he will. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It shall be to him then as our good wills, [1] => A sure destruction. ) ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So it must fall out [1] => To him or our authorities. For an end, [2] => We must suggest the people in what hatred [3] => He still hath held them; that to's power he would [4] => Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and [5] => Dispropertied their freedoms, holding them, [6] => In human action and capacity, [7] => Of no more soul nor fitness for the world [8] => Than camels in the war, who have their provand [9] => Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows [10] => For sinking under them. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This, as you say, suggested [1] => At some time when his soaring insolence [2] => Shall touch the people--which time shall not want, [3] => If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy [4] => As to set dogs on sheep--will be his fire [5] => To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze [6] => Shall darken him for ever. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => What's the matter? ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought [1] => That Marcius shall be consul: [2] => I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and [3] => The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves, [4] => Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers, [5] => Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended, [6] => As to Jove's statue, and the commons made [7] => A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts: [8] => I never saw the like. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's to the Capitol; [1] => And carry with us ears and eyes for the time, [2] => But hearts for the event. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Have with you. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. The Capitol. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Officers, to lay cushions [1] => A sennet. Enter, with actors before them, COMINIUS the consul, MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, Senators, SICINIUS and BRUTUS. The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take their Places by themselves. CORIOLANUS stands [2] => Exit [3] => Re-enter CORIOLANUS [4] => Flourish of cornets. Exeunt all but SICINIUS and BRUTUS [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, they are almost here. How many stand [1] => for consulships? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one [1] => Coriolanus will carry it. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and [1] => loves not the common people. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, there had been many great men that have [1] => flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there [2] => be many that they have loved, they know not [3] => wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why, [4] => they hate upon no better a ground: therefore, for [5] => Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate [6] => him manifests the true knowledge he has in their [7] => disposition; and out of his noble carelessness lets [8] => them plainly see't. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he did not care whether he had their love or no, [1] => he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither [2] => good nor harm: but he seeks their hate with greater [3] => devotion than can render it him; and leaves [4] => nothing undone that may fully discover him their [5] => opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and [6] => displeasure of the people is as bad as that which he [7] => dislikes, to flatter them for their love. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He hath deserved worthily of his country: and his [1] => ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who, [2] => having been supple and courteous to the people, [3] => bonneted, without any further deed to have them at [4] => an into their estimation and report: but he hath so [5] => planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions [6] => in their hearts, that for their tongues to be [7] => silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of [8] => ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a [9] => malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck [10] => reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No more of him; he is a worthy man: make way, they [1] => are coming. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Having determined of the Volsces and [1] => To send for Titus Lartius, it remains, [2] => As the main point of this our after-meeting, [3] => To gratify his noble service that [4] => Hath thus stood for his country: therefore, [5] => please you, [6] => Most reverend and grave elders, to desire [7] => The present consul, and last general [8] => In our well-found successes, to report [9] => A little of that worthy work perform'd [10] => By Caius Marcius Coriolanus, whom [11] => We met here both to thank and to remember [12] => With honours like himself. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak, good Cominius: [1] => Leave nothing out for length, and make us think [2] => Rather our state's defective for requital [3] => Than we to stretch it out. [4] => Masters o' the people, [5] => We do request your kindest ears, and after, [6] => Your loving motion toward the common body, [7] => To yield what passes here. ) [STAGEDIR] => To the Tribunes ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are convented [1] => Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts [2] => Inclinable to honour and advance [3] => The theme of our assembly. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Which the rather [1] => We shall be blest to do, if he remember [2] => A kinder value of the people than [3] => He hath hereto prized them at. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's off, that's off; [1] => I would you rather had been silent. Please you [2] => To hear Cominius speak? ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most willingly; [1] => But yet my caution was more pertinent [2] => Than the rebuke you give it. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He loves your people [1] => But tie him not to be their bedfellow. [2] => Worthy Cominius, speak. [3] => Nay, keep your place. ) [STAGEDIR] => CORIOLANUS offers to go away ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear [1] => What you have nobly done. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your horror's pardon: [1] => I had rather have my wounds to heal again [2] => Than hear say how I got them. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I hope [1] => My words disbench'd you not. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sir: yet oft, [1] => When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. [2] => You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but [3] => your people, [4] => I love them as they weigh. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Pray now, sit down. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun [1] => When the alarum were struck than idly sit [2] => To hear my nothings monster'd. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Masters of the people, [1] => Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter-- [2] => That's thousand to one good one--when you now see [3] => He had rather venture all his limbs for honour [4] => Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus [1] => Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held [2] => That valour is the chiefest virtue, and [3] => Most dignifies the haver: if it be, [4] => The man I speak of cannot in the world [5] => Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years, [6] => When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought [7] => Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator, [8] => Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight, [9] => When with his Amazonian chin he drove [10] => The bristled lips before him: be bestrid [11] => An o'er-press'd Roman and i' the consul's view [12] => Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met, [13] => And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats, [14] => When he might act the woman in the scene, [15] => He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed [16] => Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age [17] => Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea, [18] => And in the brunt of seventeen battles since [19] => He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last, [20] => Before and in Corioli, let me say, [21] => I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers; [22] => And by his rare example made the coward [23] => Turn terror into sport: as weeds before [24] => A vessel under sail, so men obey'd [25] => And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp, [26] => Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot [27] => He was a thing of blood, whose every motion [28] => Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd [29] => The mortal gate of the city, which he painted [30] => With shunless destiny; aidless came off, [31] => And with a sudden reinforcement struck [32] => Corioli like a planet: now all's his: [33] => When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce [34] => His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit [35] => Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate, [36] => And to the battle came he; where he did [37] => Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if [38] => 'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd [39] => Both field and city ours, he never stood [40] => To ease his breast with panting. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Worthy man! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He cannot but with measure fit the honours [1] => Which we devise him. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our spoils he kick'd at, [1] => And look'd upon things precious as they were [2] => The common muck of the world: he covets less [3] => Than misery itself would give; rewards [4] => His deeds with doing them, and is content [5] => To spend the time to end it. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He's right noble: [1] => Let him be call'd for. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Call Coriolanus. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Officer [LINE] => He doth appear. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased [1] => To make thee consul. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do owe them still [1] => My life and services. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It then remains [1] => That you do speak to the people. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do beseech you, [1] => Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot [2] => Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them, [3] => For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you [4] => That I may pass this doing. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, the people [1] => Must have their voices; neither will they bate [2] => One jot of ceremony. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Put them not to't: [1] => Pray you, go fit you to the custom and [2] => Take to you, as your predecessors have, [3] => Your honour with your form. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is apart [1] => That I shall blush in acting, and might well [2] => Be taken from the people. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Mark you that? ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus; [1] => Show them the unaching scars which I should hide, [2] => As if I had received them for the hire [3] => Of their breath only! ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not stand upon't. [1] => We recommend to you, tribunes of the people, [2] => Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul [3] => Wish we all joy and honour. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Senators [LINE] => To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => You see how he intends to use the people. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => May they perceive's intent! He will require them, [1] => As if he did contemn what he requested [2] => Should be in them to give. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, we'll inform them [1] => Of our proceedings here: on the marketplace, [2] => I know, they do attend us. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. The Forum. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter seven or eight Citizens [1] => Exeunt Citizens [2] => Exit [3] => Exeunt the three Citizens [4] => Re-enter two other Citizens [5] => Exit Act [6] => Exit Act [7] => Re-enter MENENIUS, with BRUTUS and SICINIUS [8] => Re-enter Citizens [9] => Exeunt Citizens [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => We may, sir, if we will. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a [1] => power that we have no power to do; for if he show us [2] => his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our [3] => tongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, if [4] => he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him [5] => our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is [6] => monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful, [7] => were to make a monster of the multitude: of the [8] => which we being members, should bring ourselves to be [9] => monstrous members. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And to make us no better thought of, a little help [1] => will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he [2] => himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have been called so of many; not that our heads [1] => are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald, [2] => but that our wits are so diversely coloured: and [3] => truly I think if all our wits were to issue out of [4] => one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south, [5] => and their consent of one direct way should be at [6] => once to all the points o' the compass. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would [1] => fly? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's [1] => will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but [2] => if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Why that way? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts [1] => melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return [2] => for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => You are never without your tricks: you may, you may. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are you all resolved to give your voices? But [1] => that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I [2] => say, if he would incline to the people, there was [3] => never a worthier man. [4] => Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his [5] => behavior. We are not to stay all together, but to [6] => come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and [7] => by threes. He's to make his requests by [8] => particulars; wherein every one of us has a single [9] => honour, in giving him our own voices with our own [10] => tongues: therefore follow me, and I direct you how [11] => you shall go by him. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter CORIOLANUS in a gown of humility, with MENENIUS ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Content, content. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O sir, you are not right: have you not known [1] => The worthiest men have done't? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What must I say? [1] => 'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring [2] => My tongue to such a pace:--'Look, sir, my wounds! [3] => I got them in my country's service, when [4] => Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran [5] => From the noise of our own drums.' ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O me, the gods! [1] => You must not speak of that: you must desire them [2] => To think upon you. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Think upon me! hang 'em! [1] => I would they would forget me, like the virtues [2] => Which our divines lose by 'em. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You'll mar all: [1] => I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you, [2] => In wholesome manner. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bid them wash their faces [1] => And keep their teeth clean. [2] => So, here comes a brace. [3] => You know the cause, air, of my standing here. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Re-enter two of the Citizens [1] => Re-enter a third Citizen ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Mine own desert. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Your own desert! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Ay, but not mine own desire. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => How not your own desire? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the [1] => poor with begging. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to [1] => gain by you. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => The price is to ask it kindly. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to [1] => show you, which shall be yours in private. Your [2] => good voice, sir; what say you? ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => You shall ha' it, worthy sir. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices [1] => begged. I have your alms: adieu. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => But this is something odd. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => An 'twere to give again,--but 'tis no matter. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your [1] => voices that I may be consul, I have here the [2] => customary gown. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have deserved nobly of your country, and you [1] => have not deserved nobly. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Your enigma? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have [1] => been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved [2] => the common people. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You should account me the more virtuous that I have [1] => not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my [2] => sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer [3] => estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account [4] => gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is [5] => rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise [6] => the insinuating nod and be off to them most [7] => counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the [8] => bewitchment of some popular man and give it [9] => bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, [10] => I may be consul. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fifth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give [1] => you our voices heartily. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fourth Citizen [LINE] => You have received many wounds for your country. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I [1] => will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Citizens [LINE] => The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most sweet voices! [1] => Better it is to die, better to starve, [2] => Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. [3] => Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here, [4] => To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear, [5] => Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't: [6] => What custom wills, in all things should we do't, [7] => The dust on antique time would lie unswept, [8] => And mountainous error be too highly heapt [9] => For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so, [10] => Let the high office and the honour go [11] => To one that would do thus. I am half through; [12] => The one part suffer'd, the other will I do. [13] => Here come more voices. [14] => Your voices: for your voices I have fought; [15] => Watch'd for your voices; for Your voices bear [16] => Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six [17] => I have seen and heard of; for your voices have [18] => Done many things, some less, some more your voices: [19] => Indeed I would be consul. ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter three Citizens more ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sixth Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest [1] => man's voice. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Seventh Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy, [1] => and make him good friend to the people! ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Citizens [LINE] => Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Worthy voices! ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes [1] => Endue you with the people's voice: remains [2] => That, in the official marks invested, you [3] => Anon do meet the senate. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Is this done? ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The custom of request you have discharged: [1] => The people do admit you, and are summon'd [2] => To meet anon, upon your approbation. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Where? at the senate-house? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => There, Coriolanus. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => May I change these garments? ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => You may, sir. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again, [1] => Repair to the senate-house. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => I'll keep you company. Will you along? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => We stay here for the people. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare you well. [1] => He has it now, and by his looks methink [2] => 'Tis warm at 's heart. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt CORIOLANUS and MENENIUS ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds. [1] => will you dismiss the people? ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => How now, my masters! have you chose this man? ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => He has our voices, sir. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => We pray the gods he may deserve your loves. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice, [1] => He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Certainly [1] => He flouted us downright. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => No,'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says [1] => He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us [2] => His marks of merit, wounds received for's country. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Why, so he did, I am sure. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => No, no; no man saw 'em. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He said he had wounds, which he could show [1] => in private; [2] => And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn, [3] => 'I would be consul,' says he: 'aged custom, [4] => But by your voices, will not so permit me; [5] => Your voices therefore.' When we granted that, [6] => Here was 'I thank you for your voices: thank you: [7] => Your most sweet voices: now you have left [8] => your voices, [9] => I have no further with you.' Was not this mockery? ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why either were you ignorant to see't, [1] => Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness [2] => To yield your voices? ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Could you not have told him [1] => As you were lesson'd, when he had no power, [2] => But was a petty servant to the state, [3] => He was your enemy, ever spake against [4] => Your liberties and the charters that you bear [5] => I' the body of the weal; and now, arriving [6] => A place of potency and sway o' the state, [7] => If he should still malignantly remain [8] => Fast foe to the plebeii, your voices might [9] => Be curses to yourselves? You should have said [10] => That as his worthy deeds did claim no less [11] => Than what he stood for, so his gracious nature [12] => Would think upon you for your voices and [13] => Translate his malice towards you into love, [14] => Standing your friendly lord. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus to have said, [1] => As you were fore-advised, had touch'd his spirit [2] => And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd [3] => Either his gracious promise, which you might, [4] => As cause had call'd you up, have held him to [5] => Or else it would have gall'd his surly nature, [6] => Which easily endures not article [7] => Tying him to aught; so putting him to rage, [8] => You should have ta'en the advantage of his choler [9] => And pass'd him unelected. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Did you perceive [1] => He did solicit you in free contempt [2] => When he did need your loves, and do you think [3] => That his contempt shall not be bruising to you, [4] => When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies [5] => No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry [6] => Against the rectorship of judgment? ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you [1] => Ere now denied the asker? and now again [2] => Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow [3] => Your sued-for tongues? ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet. ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And will deny him: [1] => I'll have five hundred voices of that sound. ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends, [1] => They have chose a consul that will from them take [2] => Their liberties; make them of no more voice [3] => Than dogs that are as often beat for barking [4] => As therefore kept to do so. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them assemble, [1] => And on a safer judgment all revoke [2] => Your ignorant election; enforce his pride, [3] => And his old hate unto you; besides, forget not [4] => With what contempt he wore the humble weed, [5] => How in his suit he scorn'd you; but your loves, [6] => Thinking upon his services, took from you [7] => The apprehension of his present portance, [8] => Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion [9] => After the inveterate hate he bears you. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lay [1] => A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured, [2] => No impediment between, but that you must [3] => Cast your election on him. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, you chose him [1] => More after our commandment than as guided [2] => By your own true affections, and that your minds, [3] => Preoccupied with what you rather must do [4] => Than what you should, made you against the grain [5] => To voice him consul: lay the fault on us. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you. [1] => How youngly he began to serve his country, [2] => How long continued, and what stock he springs of, [3] => The noble house o' the Marcians, from whence came [4] => That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's son, [5] => Who, after great Hostilius, here was king; [6] => Of the same house Publius and Quintus were, [7] => That our beat water brought by conduits hither; [8] => And nobly named so, [9] => Twice being censor, [10] => Was his great ancestor. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One thus descended, [1] => That hath beside well in his person wrought [2] => To be set high in place, we did commend [3] => To your remembrances: but you have found, [4] => Scaling his present bearing with his past, [5] => That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke [6] => Your sudden approbation. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, you ne'er had done't-- [1] => Harp on that still--but by our putting on; [2] => And presently, when you have drawn your number, [3] => Repair to the Capitol. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will so: almost all [1] => Repent in their election. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them go on; [1] => This mutiny were better put in hazard, [2] => Than stay, past doubt, for greater: [3] => If, as his nature is, he fall in rage [4] => With their refusal, both observe and answer [5] => The vantage of his anger. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To the Capitol, come: [1] => We will be there before the stream o' the people; [2] => And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own, [3] => Which we have goaded onward. ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. A street. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the Gentry, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators [1] => Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with the AEdiles [2] => In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the AEdiles, and the People, are beat in [3] => Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and others [4] => Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Tullus Aufidius then had made new head? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He had, my lord; and that it was which caused [1] => Our swifter composition. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So then the Volsces stand but as at first, [1] => Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. [2] => Upon's again. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are worn, lord consul, so, [1] => That we shall hardly in our ages see [2] => Their banners wave again. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Saw you Aufidius? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse [1] => Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely [2] => Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Spoke he of me? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => He did, my lord. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => How? what? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How often he had met you, sword to sword; [1] => That of all things upon the earth he hated [2] => Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes [3] => To hopeless restitution, so he might [4] => Be call'd your vanquisher. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => At Antium lives he? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LARTIUS [LINE] => At Antium. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I wish I had a cause to seek him there, [1] => To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. [2] => Behold, these are the tribunes of the people, [3] => The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them; [4] => For they do prank them in authority, [5] => Against all noble sufferance. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Pass no further. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Ha! what is that? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => It will be dangerous to go on: no further. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => What makes this change? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => The matter? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Cominius, no. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Have I had children's voices? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => The people are incensed against him. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stop, [1] => Or all will fall in broil. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are these your herd? [1] => Must these have voices, that can yield them now [2] => And straight disclaim their tongues? What are [3] => your offices? [4] => You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth? [5] => Have you not set them on? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Be calm, be calm. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot, [1] => To curb the will of the nobility: [2] => Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule [3] => Nor ever will be ruled. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Call't not a plot: [1] => The people cry you mock'd them, and of late, [2] => When corn was given them gratis, you repined; [3] => Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them [4] => Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Why, this was known before. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Not to them all. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Have you inform'd them sithence? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => How! I inform them! ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => You are like to do such business. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not unlike, [1] => Each way, to better yours. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, [1] => Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me [2] => Your fellow tribune. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You show too much of that [1] => For which the people stir: if you will pass [2] => To where you are bound, you must inquire your way, [3] => Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit, [4] => Or never be so noble as a consul, [5] => Nor yoke with him for tribune. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Let's be calm. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The people are abused; set on. This paltering [1] => Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus [2] => Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely [3] => I' the plain way of his merit. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tell me of corn! [1] => This was my speech, and I will speak't again-- ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Not now, not now. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Not in this heat, sir, now. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends, [1] => I crave their pardons: [2] => For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them [3] => Regard me as I do not flatter, and [4] => Therein behold themselves: I say again, [5] => In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate [6] => The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition, [7] => Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd, [8] => and scatter'd, [9] => By mingling them with us, the honour'd number, [10] => Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that [11] => Which they have given to beggars. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Well, no more. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => No more words, we beseech you. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How! no more! [1] => As for my country I have shed my blood, [2] => Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs [3] => Coin words till their decay against those measles, [4] => Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought [5] => The very way to catch them. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You speak o' the people, [1] => As if you were a god to punish, not [2] => A man of their infirmity. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Twere well [1] => We let the people know't. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => What, what? his choler? ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Choler! [1] => Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, [2] => By Jove, 'twould be my mind! ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is a mind [1] => That shall remain a poison where it is, [2] => Not poison any further. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall remain! [1] => Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you [2] => His absolute 'shall'? ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => 'Twas from the canon. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Shall'! [1] => O good but most unwise patricians! why, [2] => You grave but reckless senators, have you thus [3] => Given Hydra here to choose an officer, [4] => That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but [5] => The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit [6] => To say he'll turn your current in a ditch, [7] => And make your channel his? If he have power [8] => Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake [9] => Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd, [10] => Be not as common fools; if you are not, [11] => Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians, [12] => If they be senators: and they are no less, [13] => When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste [14] => Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate, [15] => And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,' [16] => His popular 'shall' against a graver bench [17] => Than ever frown in Greece. By Jove himself! [18] => It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches [19] => To know, when two authorities are up, [20] => Neither supreme, how soon confusion [21] => May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take [22] => The one by the other. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Well, on to the market-place. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth [1] => The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used [2] => Sometime in Greece,-- ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Well, well, no more of that. ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Though there the people had more absolute power, [1] => I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed [2] => The ruin of the state. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, shall the people give [1] => One that speaks thus their voice? ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll give my reasons, [1] => More worthier than their voices. They know the corn [2] => Was not our recompense, resting well assured [3] => That ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war, [4] => Even when the navel of the state was touch'd, [5] => They would not thread the gates. This kind of service [6] => Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' the war [7] => Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd [8] => Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation [9] => Which they have often made against the senate, [10] => All cause unborn, could never be the motive [11] => Of our so frank donation. Well, what then? [12] => How shall this bisson multitude digest [13] => The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express [14] => What's like to be their words: 'we did request it; [15] => We are the greater poll, and in true fear [16] => They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase [17] => The nature of our seats and make the rabble [18] => Call our cares fears; which will in time [19] => Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in [20] => The crows to peck the eagles. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Come, enough. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Enough, with over-measure. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, take more: [1] => What may be sworn by, both divine and human, [2] => Seal what I end withal! This double worship, [3] => Where one part does disdain with cause, the other [4] => Insult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom, [5] => Cannot conclude but by the yea and no [6] => Of general ignorance,--it must omit [7] => Real necessities, and give way the while [8] => To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd, [9] => it follows, [10] => Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,-- [11] => You that will be less fearful than discreet, [12] => That love the fundamental part of state [13] => More than you doubt the change on't, that prefer [14] => A noble life before a long, and wish [15] => To jump a body with a dangerous physic [16] => That's sure of death without it, at once pluck out [17] => The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick [18] => The sweet which is their poison: your dishonour [19] => Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state [20] => Of that integrity which should become't, [21] => Not having the power to do the good it would, [22] => For the in which doth control't. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Has said enough. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer [1] => As traitors do. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee! [1] => What should the people do with these bald tribunes? [2] => On whom depending, their obedience fails [3] => To the greater bench: in a rebellion, [4] => When what's not meet, but what must be, was law, [5] => Then were they chosen: in a better hour, [6] => Let what is meet be said it must be meet, [7] => And throw their power i' the dust. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Manifest treason! ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => This a consul? no. ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The aediles, ho! [1] => Let him be apprehended. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter an AEdile ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, call the people: [1] => in whose name myself [2] => Attach thee as a traitorous innovator, [3] => A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee, [4] => And follow to thine answer. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit AEdile ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Hence, old goat! ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Senators, &C [LINE] => We'll surety him. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Aged sir, hands off. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones [1] => Out of thy garments. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Help, ye citizens! ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => On both sides more respect. ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Here's he that would take from you all your power. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Seize him, AEdiles! ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Down with him! down with him! ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Senators, &C [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Weapons, weapons, weapons! [1] => 'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!' [2] => 'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!' [3] => 'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!' ) [STAGEDIR] => They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is about to be? I am out of breath; [1] => Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes [2] => To the people! Coriolanus, patience! [3] => Speak, good Sicinius. ) ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Hear me, people; peace! ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak. ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are at point to lose your liberties: [1] => Marcius would have all from you; Marcius, [2] => Whom late you have named for consul. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, fie, fie! [1] => This is the way to kindle, not to quench. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => To unbuild the city and to lay all flat. ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => What is the city but the people? ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True, [1] => The people are the city. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By the consent of all, we were establish'd [1] => The people's magistrates. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => You so remain. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => And so are like to do. ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That is the way to lay the city flat; [1] => To bring the roof to the foundation, [2] => And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges, [3] => In heaps and piles of ruin. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => This deserves death. ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or let us stand to our authority, [1] => Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce, [2] => Upon the part o' the people, in whose power [3] => We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy [4] => Of present death. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore lay hold of him; [1] => Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence [2] => Into destruction cast him. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => AEdiles, seize him! ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Yield, Marcius, yield! ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear me one word; [1] => Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. ) ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => Peace, peace! ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To BRUTUS ) [1] => country's friend, [2] => And temperately proceed to what you would [3] => Thus violently redress. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, those cold ways, [1] => That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous [2] => Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him, [3] => And bear him to the rock. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I'll die here. [1] => There's some among you have beheld me fighting: [2] => Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. ) [STAGEDIR] => Drawing his sword ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile. ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Lay hands upon him. ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Help Marcius, help, [1] => You that be noble; help him, young and old! ) ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Down with him, down with him! ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, get you to your house; be gone, away! [1] => All will be naught else. ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Get you gone. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand fast; [1] => We have as many friends as enemies. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Sham it be put to that? ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods forbid! [1] => I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house; [2] => Leave us to cure this cause. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For 'tis a sore upon us, [1] => You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you. ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Come, sir, along with us. ) [112] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would they were barbarians--as they are, [1] => Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not, [2] => Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol-- ) ) [113] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be gone; [1] => Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; [2] => One time will owe another. ) ) [114] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On fair ground [1] => I could beat forty of them. ) ) [115] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I could myself [1] => Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the [2] => two tribunes: [3] => But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; [4] => And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands [5] => Against a falling fabric. Will you hence, [6] => Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend [7] => Like interrupted waters and o'erbear [8] => What they are used to bear. ) ) [116] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray you, be gone: [1] => I'll try whether my old wit be in request [2] => With those that have but little: this must be patch'd [3] => With cloth of any colour. ) ) [117] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Nay, come away. ) [118] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => A Patrician [LINE] => This man has marr'd his fortune. ) [119] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His nature is too noble for the world: [1] => He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, [2] => Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: [3] => What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; [4] => And, being angry, does forget that ever [5] => He heard the name of death. [6] => Here's goodly work! ) [STAGEDIR] => A noise within ) [120] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Patrician [LINE] => I would they were abed! ) [121] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance! [1] => Could he not speak 'em fair? ) ) [122] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is this viper [1] => That would depopulate the city and [2] => Be every man himself? ) ) [123] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => You worthy tribunes,-- ) [124] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock [1] => With rigorous hands: he hath resisted law, [2] => And therefore law shall scorn him further trial [3] => Than the severity of the public power [4] => Which he so sets at nought. ) ) [125] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He shall well know [1] => The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, [2] => And we their hands. ) ) [126] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => He shall, sure on't. ) [127] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Sir, sir,-- ) [128] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Peace! ) [129] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt [1] => With modest warrant. ) ) [130] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, how comes't that you [1] => Have holp to make this rescue? ) ) [131] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear me speak: [1] => As I do know the consul's worthiness, [2] => So can I name his faults,-- ) ) [132] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Consul! what consul? ) [133] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => The consul Coriolanus. ) [134] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => He consul! ) [135] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => No, no, no, no, no. ) [136] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, [1] => I may be heard, I would crave a word or two; [2] => The which shall turn you to no further harm [3] => Than so much loss of time. ) ) [137] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak briefly then; [1] => For we are peremptory to dispatch [2] => This viperous traitor: to eject him hence [3] => Were but one danger, and to keep him here [4] => Our certain death: therefore it is decreed [5] => He dies to-night. ) ) [138] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now the good gods forbid [1] => That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude [2] => Towards her deserved children is enroll'd [3] => In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam [4] => Should now eat up her own! ) ) [139] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => He's a disease that must be cut away. ) [140] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, he's a limb that has but a disease; [1] => Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy. [2] => What has he done to Rome that's worthy death? [3] => Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost-- [4] => Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath, [5] => By many an ounce--he dropp'd it for his country; [6] => And what is left, to lose it by his country, [7] => Were to us all, that do't and suffer it, [8] => A brand to the end o' the world. ) ) [141] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => This is clean kam. ) [142] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Merely awry: when he did love his country, [1] => It honour'd him. ) ) [143] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The service of the foot [1] => Being once gangrened, is not then respected [2] => For what before it was. ) ) [144] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We'll hear no more. [1] => Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: [2] => Lest his infection, being of catching nature, [3] => Spread further. ) ) [145] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One word more, one word. [1] => This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find [2] => The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late [3] => Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process; [4] => Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out, [5] => And sack great Rome with Romans. ) ) [146] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => If it were so,-- ) [147] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What do ye talk? [1] => Have we not had a taste of his obedience? [2] => Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come. ) ) [148] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars [1] => Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd [2] => In bolted language; meal and bran together [3] => He throws without distinction. Give me leave, [4] => I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him [5] => Where he shall answer, by a lawful form, [6] => In peace, to his utmost peril. ) ) [149] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble tribunes, [1] => It is the humane way: the other course [2] => Will prove too bloody, and the end of it [3] => Unknown to the beginning. ) ) [150] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble Menenius, [1] => Be you then as the people's officer. [2] => Masters, lay down your weapons. ) ) [151] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Go not home. ) [152] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there: [1] => Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed [2] => In our first way. ) ) [153] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll bring him to you. [1] => Let me desire your company: he must come, [2] => Or what is worst will follow. ) [STAGEDIR] => To the Senators ) [154] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Pray you, let's to him. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. A room in CORIOLANUS'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians [1] => Enter MENENIUS and Senators [2] => Enter COMINIUS [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let them puff all about mine ears, present me [1] => Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels, [2] => Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, [3] => That the precipitation might down stretch [4] => Below the beam of sight, yet will I still [5] => Be thus to them. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => A Patrician [LINE] => You do the nobler. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I muse my mother [1] => Does not approve me further, who was wont [2] => To call them woollen vassals, things created [3] => To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads [4] => In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder, [5] => When one but of my ordinance stood up [6] => To speak of peace or war. [7] => I talk of you: [8] => Why did you wish me milder? would you have me [9] => False to my nature? Rather say I play [10] => The man I am. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter VOLUMNIA ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, sir, sir, sir, [1] => I would have had you put your power well on, [2] => Before you had worn it out. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Let go. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You might have been enough the man you are, [1] => With striving less to be so; lesser had been [2] => The thwartings of your dispositions, if [3] => You had not show'd them how ye were disposed [4] => Ere they lack'd power to cross you. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Let them hang. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => A Patrician [LINE] => Ay, and burn too. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come, you have been too rough, something [1] => too rough; [2] => You must return and mend it. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's no remedy; [1] => Unless, by not so doing, our good city [2] => Cleave in the midst, and perish. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray, be counsell'd: [1] => I have a heart as little apt as yours, [2] => But yet a brain that leads my use of anger [3] => To better vantage. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well said, noble woman? [1] => Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that [2] => The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic [3] => For the whole state, I would put mine armour on, [4] => Which I can scarcely bear. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => What must I do? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Return to the tribunes. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Well, what then? what then? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Repent what you have spoke. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For them! I cannot do it to the gods; [1] => Must I then do't to them? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are too absolute; [1] => Though therein you can never be too noble, [2] => But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, [3] => Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, [4] => I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me, [5] => In peace what each of them by the other lose, [6] => That they combine not there. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Tush, tush! ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => A good demand. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it be honour in your wars to seem [1] => The same you are not, which, for your best ends, [2] => You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse, [3] => That it shall hold companionship in peace [4] => With honour, as in war, since that to both [5] => It stands in like request? ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Why force you this? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Because that now it lies you on to speak [1] => To the people; not by your own instruction, [2] => Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you, [3] => But with such words that are but rooted in [4] => Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables [5] => Of no allowance to your bosom's truth. [6] => Now, this no more dishonours you at all [7] => Than to take in a town with gentle words, [8] => Which else would put you to your fortune and [9] => The hazard of much blood. [10] => I would dissemble with my nature where [11] => My fortunes and my friends at stake required [12] => I should do so in honour: I am in this, [13] => Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles; [14] => And you will rather show our general louts [15] => How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em, [16] => For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard [17] => Of what that want might ruin. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Noble lady! [1] => Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so, [2] => Not what is dangerous present, but the loss [3] => Of what is past. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee now, my son, [1] => Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; [2] => And thus far having stretch'd it--here be with them-- [3] => Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business [4] => Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant [5] => More learned than the ears--waving thy head, [6] => Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, [7] => Now humble as the ripest mulberry [8] => That will not hold the handling: or say to them, [9] => Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils [10] => Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess, [11] => Were fit for thee to use as they to claim, [12] => In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame [13] => Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far [14] => As thou hast power and person. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This but done, [1] => Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; [2] => For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free [3] => As words to little purpose. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee now, [1] => Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather [2] => Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf [3] => Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit [1] => You make strong party, or defend yourself [2] => By calmness or by absence: all's in anger. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Only fair speech. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think 'twill serve, if he [1] => Can thereto frame his spirit. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He must, and will [1] => Prithee now, say you will, and go about it. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce? [1] => Must I with base tongue give my noble heart [2] => A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't: [3] => Yet, were there but this single plot to lose, [4] => This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it [5] => And throw't against the wind. To the market-place! [6] => You have put me now to such a part which never [7] => I shall discharge to the life. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Come, come, we'll prompt you. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said [1] => My praises made thee first a soldier, so, [2] => To have my praise for this, perform a part [3] => Thou hast not done before. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I must do't: [1] => Away, my disposition, and possess me [2] => Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd, [3] => Which quired with my drum, into a pipe [4] => Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice [5] => That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves [6] => Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up [7] => The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue [8] => Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees, [9] => Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his [10] => That hath received an alms! I will not do't, [11] => Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth [12] => And by my body's action teach my mind [13] => A most inherent baseness. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => At thy choice, then: [1] => To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour [2] => Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let [3] => Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear [4] => Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death [5] => With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list [6] => Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me, [7] => But owe thy pride thyself. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray, be content: [1] => Mother, I am going to the market-place; [2] => Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, [3] => Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved [4] => Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going: [5] => Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; [6] => Or never trust to what my tongue can do [7] => I' the way of flattery further. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Do your will. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself [1] => To answer mildly; for they are prepared [2] => With accusations, as I hear, more strong [3] => Than are upon you yet. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go: [1] => Let them accuse me by invention, I [2] => Will answer in mine honour. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Ay, but mildly. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Well, mildly be it then. Mildly! ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The same. The Forum. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS [1] => Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, and COMINIUS, with Senators and Patricians [2] => Re-enter AEdile, with Citizens [3] => Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians [4] => Shouting, and throwing up their caps [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In this point charge him home, that he affects [1] => Tyrannical power: if he evade us there, [2] => Enforce him with his envy to the people, [3] => And that the spoil got on the Antiates [4] => Was ne'er distributed. [5] => What, will he come? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter an AEdile ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => He's coming. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => How accompanied? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With old Menenius, and those senators [1] => That always favour'd him. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you a catalogue [1] => Of all the voices that we have procured [2] => Set down by the poll? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => I have; 'tis ready. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Have you collected them by tribes? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => I have. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Assemble presently the people hither; [1] => And when they bear me say 'It shall be so [2] => I' the right and strength o' the commons,' be it either [3] => For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them [4] => If I say fine, cry 'Fine;' if death, cry 'Death.' [5] => Insisting on the old prerogative [6] => And power i' the truth o' the cause. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => I shall inform them. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And when such time they have begun to cry, [1] => Let them not cease, but with a din confused [2] => Enforce the present execution [3] => Of what we chance to sentence. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => Very well. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Make them be strong and ready for this hint, [1] => When we shall hap to give 't them. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go about it. [1] => Put him to choler straight: he hath been used [2] => Ever to conquer, and to have his worth [3] => Of contradiction: being once chafed, he cannot [4] => Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks [5] => What's in his heart; and that is there which looks [6] => With us to break his neck. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit AEdile ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Well, here he comes. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Calmly, I do beseech you. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece [1] => Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods [2] => Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice [3] => Supplied with worthy men! plant love among 's! [4] => Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, [5] => And not our streets with war! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Amen, amen. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => A noble wish. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Draw near, ye people. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say! ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => First, hear me speak. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Tribunes [LINE] => Well, say. Peace, ho! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shall I be charged no further than this present? [1] => Must all determine here? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do demand, [1] => If you submit you to the people's voices, [2] => Allow their officers and are content [3] => To suffer lawful censure for such faults [4] => As shall be proved upon you? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => I am content. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lo, citizens, he says he is content: [1] => The warlike service he has done, consider; think [2] => Upon the wounds his body bears, which show [3] => Like graves i' the holy churchyard. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Scratches with briers, [1] => Scars to move laughter only. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Consider further, [1] => That when he speaks not like a citizen, [2] => You find him like a soldier: do not take [3] => His rougher accents for malicious sounds, [4] => But, as I say, such as become a soldier, [5] => Rather than envy you. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Well, well, no more. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is the matter [1] => That being pass'd for consul with full voice, [2] => I am so dishonour'd that the very hour [3] => You take it off again? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Answer to us. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We charge you, that you have contrived to take [1] => From Rome all season'd office and to wind [2] => Yourself into a power tyrannical; [3] => For which you are a traitor to the people. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => How! traitor! ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Nay, temperately; your promise. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people! [1] => Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune! [2] => Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, [3] => In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in [4] => Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say [5] => 'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free [6] => As I do pray the gods. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Mark you this, people? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => To the rock, to the rock with him! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace! [1] => We need not put new matter to his charge: [2] => What you have seen him do and heard him speak, [3] => Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, [4] => Opposing laws with strokes and here defying [5] => Those whose great power must try him; even this, [6] => So criminal and in such capital kind, [7] => Deserves the extremest death. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But since he hath [1] => Served well for Rome,-- ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => What do you prate of service? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I talk of that, that know it. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => You? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Is this the promise that you made your mother? ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Know, I pray you,-- ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know no further: [1] => Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, [2] => Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger [3] => But with a grain a day, I would not buy [4] => Their mercy at the price of one fair word; [5] => Nor cheque my courage for what they can give, [6] => To have't with saying 'Good morrow.' ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For that he has, [1] => As much as in him lies, from time to time [2] => Envied against the people, seeking means [3] => To pluck away their power, as now at last [4] => Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence [5] => Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers [6] => That do distribute it; in the name o' the people [7] => And in the power of us the tribunes, we, [8] => Even from this instant, banish him our city, [9] => In peril of precipitation [10] => From off the rock Tarpeian never more [11] => To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name, [12] => I say it shall be so. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away: [1] => He's banish'd, and it shall be so. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,-- ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => He's sentenced; no more hearing. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me speak: [1] => I have been consul, and can show for Rome [2] => Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love [3] => My country's good with a respect more tender, [4] => More holy and profound, than mine own life, [5] => My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase, [6] => And treasure of my loins; then if I would [7] => Speak that,-- ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => We know your drift: speak what? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, [1] => As enemy to the people and his country: [2] => It shall be so. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => It shall be so, it shall be so. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate [1] => As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize [2] => As the dead carcasses of unburied men [3] => That do corrupt my air, I banish you; [4] => And here remain with your uncertainty! [5] => Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! [6] => Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, [7] => Fan you into despair! Have the power still [8] => To banish your defenders; till at length [9] => Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, [10] => Making not reservation of yourselves, [11] => Still your own foes, deliver you as most [12] => Abated captives to some nation [13] => That won you without blows! Despising, [14] => For you, the city, thus I turn my back: [15] => There is a world elsewhere. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => The people's enemy is gone, is gone! ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo! ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, [1] => As he hath followed you, with all despite; [2] => Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard [3] => Attend us through the city. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come. [1] => The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. Before a gate of the city. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, with the young Nobility of Rome [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast [1] => With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother, [2] => Where is your ancient courage? you were used [3] => To say extremity was the trier of spirits; [4] => That common chances common men could bear; [5] => That when the sea was calm all boats alike [6] => Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows, [7] => When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves [8] => A noble cunning: you were used to load me [9] => With precepts that would make invincible [10] => The heart that conn'd them. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => O heavens! O heavens! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Nay! prithee, woman,-- ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, [1] => And occupations perish! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, what, what! [1] => I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother. [2] => Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, [3] => If you had been the wife of Hercules, [4] => Six of his labours you'ld have done, and saved [5] => Your husband so much sweat. Cominius, [6] => Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother: [7] => I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius, [8] => Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, [9] => And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general, [10] => I have seen thee stem, and thou hast oft beheld [11] => Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women [12] => 'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, [13] => As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well [14] => My hazards still have been your solace: and [15] => Believe't not lightly--though I go alone, [16] => Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen [17] => Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen--your son [18] => Will or exceed the common or be caught [19] => With cautelous baits and practise. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My first son. [1] => Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius [2] => With thee awhile: determine on some course, [3] => More than a wild exposture to each chance [4] => That starts i' the way before thee. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => O the gods! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee [1] => Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us [2] => And we of thee: so if the time thrust forth [3] => A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send [4] => O'er the vast world to seek a single man, [5] => And lose advantage, which doth ever cool [6] => I' the absence of the needer. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare ye well: [1] => Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full [2] => Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one [3] => That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate. [4] => Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and [5] => My friends of noble touch, when I am forth, [6] => Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. [7] => While I remain above the ground, you shall [8] => Hear from me still, and never of me aught [9] => But what is like me formerly. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's worthily [1] => As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep. [2] => If I could shake off but one seven years [3] => From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, [4] => I'ld with thee every foot. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Give me thy hand: Come. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. The same. A street near the gate. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an AEdile [1] => Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further. [1] => The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided [2] => In his behalf. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now we have shown our power, [1] => Let us seem humbler after it is done [2] => Than when it was a-doing. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bid them home: [1] => Say their great enemy is gone, and they [2] => Stand in their ancient strength. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dismiss them home. [1] => Here comes his mother. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit AEdile ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Let's not meet her. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Why? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => They say she's mad. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods [1] => Requite your love! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Peace, peace; be not so loud. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If that I could for weeping, you should hear,-- [1] => Nay, and you shall hear some. [2] => Will you be gone? ) [STAGEDIR] => To BRUTUS ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => To SICINIUS ) [1] => To say so to my husband. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Are you mankind? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool. [1] => Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship [2] => To banish him that struck more blows for Rome [3] => Than thou hast spoken words? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => O blessed heavens! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More noble blows than ever thou wise words; [1] => And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go: [2] => Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son [3] => Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, [4] => His good sword in his hand. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => What then? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What then! [1] => He'ld make an end of thy posterity. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bastards and all. [1] => Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome! ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Come, come, peace. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would he had continued to his country [1] => As he began, and not unknit himself [2] => The noble knot he made. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I would he had. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble: [1] => Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth [2] => As I can of those mysteries which heaven [3] => Will not have earth to know. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Pray, let us go. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, pray, sir, get you gone: [1] => You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:-- [2] => As far as doth the Capitol exceed [3] => The meanest house in Rome, so far my son-- [4] => This lady's husband here, this, do you see-- [5] => Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Well, well, we'll leave you. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why stay we to be baited [1] => With one that wants her wits? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take my prayers with you. [1] => I would the gods had nothing else to do [2] => But to confirm my curses! Could I meet 'em [3] => But once a-day, it would unclog my heart [4] => Of what lies heavy to't. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Tribunes ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have told them home; [1] => And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, [1] => And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go: [2] => Leave this faint puling and lament as I do, [3] => In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Fie, fie, fie! ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. A highway between Rome and Antium. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know you well, sir, and you know [1] => me: your name, I think, is Adrian. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am a Roman; and my services are, [1] => as you are, against 'em: know you me yet? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => Nicanor? no. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => The same, sir. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You had more beard when I last saw you; but your [1] => favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the [2] => news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state, [3] => to find you out there: you have well saved me a [4] => day's journey. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There hath been in Rome strange insurrections; the [1] => people against the senators, patricians, and nobles. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hath been! is it ended, then? Our state thinks not [1] => so: they are in a most warlike preparation, and [2] => hope to come upon them in the heat of their division. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing [1] => would make it flame again: for the nobles receive [2] => so to heart the banishment of that worthy [3] => Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take [4] => all power from the people and to pluck from them [5] => their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can [6] => tell you, and is almost mature for the violent [7] => breaking out. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => Coriolanus banished! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Banished, sir. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The day serves well for them now. I have heard it [1] => said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is [2] => when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble [3] => Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his [4] => great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request [5] => of his country. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus [1] => accidentally to encounter you: you have ended my [2] => business, and I will merrily accompany you home. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall, between this and supper, tell you most [1] => strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of [2] => their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A most royal one; the centurions and their charges, [1] => distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment, [2] => and to be on foot at an hour's warning. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the [1] => man, I think, that shall set them in present action. [2] => So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Volsce [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause [1] => to be glad of yours. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Roman [LINE] => Well, let us go together. ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Antium. Before Aufidius's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguised and muffled [1] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A goodly city is this Antium. City, [1] => 'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir [2] => Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars [3] => Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not, [4] => Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones [5] => In puny battle slay me. [6] => Save you, sir. ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter a Citizen ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizen [LINE] => And you. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Direct me, if it be your will, [1] => Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is, and feasts the nobles of the state [1] => At his house this night. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Which is his house, beseech you? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizen [LINE] => This, here before you. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thank you, sir: farewell. [1] => O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, [2] => Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, [3] => Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, [4] => Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love [5] => Unseparable, shall within this hour, [6] => On a dissension of a doit, break out [7] => To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes, [8] => Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep, [9] => To take the one the other, by some chance, [10] => Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends [11] => And interjoin their issues. So with me: [12] => My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon [13] => This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me, [14] => He does fair justice; if he give me way, [15] => I'll do his country service. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Citizen ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The same. A hall in Aufidius's house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Music within. Enter a Servingman [1] => Exit [2] => Enter a second Servingman [3] => Exit [4] => Enter CORIOLANUS [5] => Re-enter the first Servingman [6] => Exit [7] => Re-enter second Servingman [8] => Enter a third Servingman. The first meets him [9] => Retires [10] => Pushes him away [11] => Exit [12] => Beats him away. Exit third Servingman [13] => Enter AUFIDIUS with the second Servingman [14] => Retires [15] => Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. The two Servingmen come forward [16] => Re-enter third Servingman [17] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wine, wine, wine! What service [1] => is here! I think our fellows are asleep. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where's Cotus? my master calls [1] => for him. Cotus! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I [1] => Appear not like a guest. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What would you have, friend? whence are you? [1] => Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have deserved no better entertainment, [1] => In being Coriolanus. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his [1] => head; that he gives entrance to such companions? [2] => Pray, get you out. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Away! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Away! get you away. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Now thou'rt troublesome. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => What fellow's this? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him [1] => out of the house: prithee, call my master to him. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid [1] => the house. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => What are you? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => A gentleman. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => A marvellous poor one. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => True, so I am. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other [1] => station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a [1] => strange guest he has here. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => And I shall. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Where dwellest thou? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Under the canopy. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Under the canopy! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Ay. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Where's that? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => I' the city of kites and crows. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is! [1] => Then thou dwellest with daws too? ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => No, I serve not thy master. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => How, sir! do you meddle with my master? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy [1] => mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy [2] => trencher, hence! ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Where is this fellow? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for [1] => disturbing the lords within. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name? [1] => Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If, Tullus, [1] => Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not [2] => Think me for the man I am, necessity [3] => Commands me name myself. ) [STAGEDIR] => Unmuffling ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => What is thy name? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, [1] => And harsh in sound to thine. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, what's thy name? [1] => Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face [2] => Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn. [3] => Thou show'st a noble vessel: what's thy name? ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st [1] => thou me yet? ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => I know thee not: thy name? ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done [1] => To thee particularly and to all the Volsces [2] => Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may [3] => My surname, Coriolanus: the painful service, [4] => The extreme dangers and the drops of blood [5] => Shed for my thankless country are requited [6] => But with that surname; a good memory, [7] => And witness of the malice and displeasure [8] => Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name remains; [9] => The cruelty and envy of the people, [10] => Permitted by our dastard nobles, who [11] => Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; [12] => And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be [13] => Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity [14] => Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope-- [15] => Mistake me not--to save my life, for if [16] => I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world [17] => I would have 'voided thee, but in mere spite, [18] => To be full quit of those my banishers, [19] => Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast [20] => A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge [21] => Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims [22] => Of shame seen through thy country, speed [23] => thee straight, [24] => And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it [25] => That my revengeful services may prove [26] => As benefits to thee, for I will fight [27] => Against my canker'd country with the spleen [28] => Of all the under fiends. But if so be [29] => Thou darest not this and that to prove more fortunes [30] => Thou'rt tired, then, in a word, I also am [31] => Longer to live most weary, and present [32] => My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice; [33] => Which not to cut would show thee but a fool, [34] => Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, [35] => Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, [36] => And cannot live but to thy shame, unless [37] => It be to do thee service. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O Marcius, Marcius! [1] => Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart [2] => A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter [3] => Should from yond cloud speak divine things, [4] => And say 'Tis true,' I'ld not believe them more [5] => Than thee, all noble Marcius. Let me twine [6] => Mine arms about that body, where against [7] => My grained ash an hundred times hath broke [8] => And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip [9] => The anvil of my sword, and do contest [10] => As hotly and as nobly with thy love [11] => As ever in ambitious strength I did [12] => Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, [13] => I loved the maid I married; never man [14] => Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, [15] => Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart [16] => Than when I first my wedded mistress saw [17] => Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, [18] => We have a power on foot; and I had purpose [19] => Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, [20] => Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out [21] => Twelve several times, and I have nightly since [22] => Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; [23] => We have been down together in my sleep, [24] => Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, [25] => And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius, [26] => Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that [27] => Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all [28] => From twelve to seventy, and pouring war [29] => Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, [30] => Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in, [31] => And take our friendly senators by the hands; [32] => Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, [33] => Who am prepared against your territories, [34] => Though not for Rome itself. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => You bless me, gods! ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have [1] => The leading of thine own revenges, take [2] => The one half of my commission; and set down-- [3] => As best thou art experienced, since thou know'st [4] => Thy country's strength and weakness,--thine own ways; [5] => Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, [6] => Or rudely visit them in parts remote, [7] => To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: [8] => Let me commend thee first to those that shall [9] => Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! [10] => And more a friend than e'er an enemy; [11] => Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome! ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Here's a strange alteration! ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with [1] => a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a [2] => false report of him. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What an arm he has! he turned me about with his [1] => finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in [1] => him: he had, sir, a kind of face, methought,--I [2] => cannot tell how to term it. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He had so; looking as it were--would I were hanged, [1] => but I thought there was more in him than I could think. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So did I, I'll be sworn: he is simply the rarest [1] => man i' the world. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Who, my master? ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Nay, it's no matter for that. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Worth six on him. ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the [1] => greater soldier. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: [1] => for the defence of a town, our general is excellent. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Ay, and for an assault too. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => O slaves, I can tell you news,-- news, you rascals! ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => First Servingman [1] => Second Servingman ) [LINE] => What, what, what? let's partake. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as [1] => lieve be a condemned man. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Array ( [0] => First Servingman [1] => Second Servingman ) [LINE] => Wherefore? wherefore? ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general, [1] => Caius Marcius. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Why do you say 'thwack our general '? ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not say 'thwack our general;' but he was always [1] => good enough for him. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too [1] => hard for him; I have heard him say so himself. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth [1] => on't: before Corioli he scotched him and notched [2] => him like a carbon ado. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An he had been cannibally given, he might have [1] => broiled and eaten him too. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => But, more of thy news? ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son [1] => and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no [2] => question asked him by any of the senators, but they [3] => stand bald before him: our general himself makes a [4] => mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and [5] => turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But [6] => the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i' [7] => the middle and but one half of what he was [8] => yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty [9] => and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, [10] => and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he [11] => will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do't! he will do't; for, look you, sir, he has as [1] => many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it [2] => were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as [3] => we term it, his friends whilst he's in directitude. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Directitude! what's that? ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, [1] => and the man in blood, they will out of their [2] => burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with [3] => him. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => But when goes this forward? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the [1] => drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a [2] => parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they [3] => wipe their lips. ) ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. [1] => This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase [2] => tailors, and breed ballad-makers. ) ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as [1] => day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and [2] => full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; [3] => mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more [4] => bastard children than war's a destroyer of men. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to [1] => be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a [2] => great maker of cuckolds. ) ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Servingman [LINE] => Ay, and it makes men hate one another. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Servingman [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Reason; because they then less need one another. [1] => The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap [2] => as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => In, in, in, in! ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Rome. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS [1] => Enter three or four Citizens [2] => Exeunt Citizens [3] => Enter an AEdile [4] => Enter a Messenger [5] => Enter a second Messenger [6] => Enter COMINIUS [7] => Enter a troop of Citizens [8] => Exeunt COMINIUS and MENENIUS [9] => Exeunt Citizens [10] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We hear not of him, neither need we fear him; [1] => His remedies are tame i' the present peace [2] => And quietness of the people, which before [3] => Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends [4] => Blush that the world goes well, who rather had, [5] => Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold [6] => Dissentious numbers pestering streets than see [7] => Our tradesmen with in their shops and going [8] => About their functions friendly. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We stood to't in good time. [1] => Is this Menenius? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter MENENIUS ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => 'Tis he,'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Tribunes [LINE] => Hail sir! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Hail to you both! ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your Coriolanus [1] => Is not much miss'd, but with his friends: [2] => The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, [3] => Were he more angry at it. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All's well; and might have been much better, if [1] => He could have temporized. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Where is he, hear you? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife [1] => Hear nothing from him. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => The gods preserve you both! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => God-den, our neighbours. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => God-den to you all, god-den to you all. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, [1] => Are bound to pray for you both. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Live, and thrive! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus [1] => Had loved you as we did. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Now the gods keep you! ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Tribunes [LINE] => Farewell, farewell. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is a happier and more comely time [1] => Than when these fellows ran about the streets, [2] => Crying confusion. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Caius Marcius was [1] => A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, [2] => O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, [3] => Self-loving,-- ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And affecting one sole throne, [1] => Without assistance. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => I think not so. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We should by this, to all our lamentation, [1] => If he had gone forth consul, found it so. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods have well prevented it, and Rome [1] => Sits safe and still without him. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AEdile [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Worthy tribunes, [1] => There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, [2] => Reports, the Volsces with two several powers [3] => Are enter'd in the Roman territories, [4] => And with the deepest malice of the war [5] => Destroy what lies before 'em. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis Aufidius, [1] => Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, [2] => Thrusts forth his horns again into the world; [3] => Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome, [4] => And durst not once peep out. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, what talk you [1] => Of Marcius? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be [1] => The Volsces dare break with us. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cannot be! [1] => We have record that very well it can, [2] => And three examples of the like have been [3] => Within my age. But reason with the fellow, [4] => Before you punish him, where he heard this, [5] => Lest you shall chance to whip your information [6] => And beat the messenger who bids beware [7] => Of what is to be dreaded. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tell not me: [1] => I know this cannot be. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Not possible. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The nobles in great earnestness are going [1] => All to the senate-house: some news is come [2] => That turns their countenances. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis this slave;-- [1] => Go whip him, 'fore the people's eyes:--his raising; [2] => Nothing but his report. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, worthy sir, [1] => The slave's report is seconded; and more, [2] => More fearful, is deliver'd. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => What more fearful? ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is spoke freely out of many mouths-- [1] => How probable I do not know--that Marcius, [2] => Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, [3] => And vows revenge as spacious as between [4] => The young'st and oldest thing. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => This is most likely! ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish [1] => Good Marcius home again. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => The very trick on't. ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is unlikely: [1] => He and Aufidius can no more atone [2] => Than violentest contrariety. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are sent for to the senate: [1] => A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius [2] => Associated with Aufidius, rages [3] => Upon our territories; and have already [4] => O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took [5] => What lay before them. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => O, you have made good work! ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => What news? what news? ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have holp to ravish your own daughters and [1] => To melt the city leads upon your pates, [2] => To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,-- ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => What's the news? what's the news? ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your temples burned in their cement, and [1] => Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined [2] => Into an auger's bore. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray now, your news? [1] => You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?-- [2] => If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,-- ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If! [1] => He is their god: he leads them like a thing [2] => Made by some other deity than nature, [3] => That shapes man better; and they follow him, [4] => Against us brats, with no less confidence [5] => Than boys pursuing summer butterflies, [6] => Or butchers killing flies. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have made good work, [1] => You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much [2] => on the voice of occupation and [3] => The breath of garlic-eaters! ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He will shake [1] => Your Rome about your ears. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As Hercules [1] => Did shake down mellow fruit. [2] => You have made fair work! ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => But is this true, sir? ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay; and you'll look pale [1] => Before you find it other. All the regions [2] => Do smilingly revolt; and who resist [3] => Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, [4] => And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him? [5] => Your enemies and his find something in him. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We are all undone, unless [1] => The noble man have mercy. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who shall ask it? [1] => The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people [2] => Deserve such pity of him as the wolf [3] => Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they [4] => Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even [5] => As those should do that had deserved his hate, [6] => And therein show'd like enemies. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis true: [1] => If he were putting to my house the brand [2] => That should consume it, I have not the face [3] => To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands, [4] => You and your crafts! you have crafted fair! ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have brought [1] => A trembling upon Rome, such as was never [2] => So incapable of help. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Both Tribunes [LINE] => Say not we brought it. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts [1] => And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, [2] => Who did hoot him out o' the city. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But I fear [1] => They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, [2] => The second name of men, obeys his points [3] => As if he were his officer: desperation [4] => Is all the policy, strength and defence, [5] => That Rome can make against them. ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here come the clusters. [1] => And is Aufidius with him? You are they [2] => That made the air unwholesome, when you cast [3] => Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at [4] => Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming; [5] => And not a hair upon a soldier's head [6] => Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs [7] => As you threw caps up will he tumble down, [8] => And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; [9] => if he could burn us all into one coal, [10] => We have deserved it. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Citizens [LINE] => Faith, we hear fearful news. ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For mine own part, [1] => When I said, banish him, I said 'twas pity. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => And so did I. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very [1] => many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and [2] => though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet [3] => it was against our will. ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Ye re goodly things, you voices! ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have made [1] => Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol? ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => O, ay, what else? ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, masters, get you home; be not dismay'd: [1] => These are a side that would be glad to have [2] => This true which they so seem to fear. Go home, [3] => And show no sign of fear. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Citizen [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. [1] => I ever said we were i' the wrong when we banished [2] => him. ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Citizen [LINE] => So did we all. But, come, let's home. ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => I do not like this news. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Nor I. ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth [1] => Would buy this for a lie! ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Pray, let us go. ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. A camp, at a small distance from Rome. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter AUFIDIUS and his Lieutenant [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Do they still fly to the Roman? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lieutenant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do not know what witchcraft's in him, but [1] => Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, [2] => Their talk at table, and their thanks at end; [3] => And you are darken'd in this action, sir, [4] => Even by your own. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cannot help it now, [1] => Unless, by using means, I lame the foot [2] => Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier, [3] => Even to my person, than I thought he would [4] => When first I did embrace him: yet his nature [5] => In that's no changeling; and I must excuse [6] => What cannot be amended. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lieutenant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet I wish, sir,-- [1] => I mean for your particular,--you had not [2] => Join'd in commission with him; but either [3] => Had borne the action of yourself, or else [4] => To him had left it solely. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I understand thee well; and be thou sure, [1] => when he shall come to his account, he knows not [2] => What I can urge against him. Although it seems, [3] => And so he thinks, and is no less apparent [4] => To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly. [5] => And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state, [6] => Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon [7] => As draw his sword; yet he hath left undone [8] => That which shall break his neck or hazard mine, [9] => Whene'er we come to our account. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lieutenant [LINE] => Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All places yield to him ere he sits down; [1] => And the nobility of Rome are his: [2] => The senators and patricians love him too: [3] => The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people [4] => Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty [5] => To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome [6] => As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it [7] => By sovereignty of nature. First he was [8] => A noble servant to them; but he could not [9] => Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride, [10] => Which out of daily fortune ever taints [11] => The happy man; whether defect of judgment, [12] => To fail in the disposing of those chances [13] => Which he was lord of; or whether nature, [14] => Not to be other than one thing, not moving [15] => From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace [16] => Even with the same austerity and garb [17] => As he controll'd the war; but one of these-- [18] => As he hath spices of them all, not all, [19] => For I dare so far free him--made him fear'd, [20] => So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit, [21] => To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues [22] => Lie in the interpretation of the time: [23] => And power, unto itself most commendable, [24] => Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair [25] => To extol what it hath done. [26] => One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; [27] => Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. [28] => Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, [29] => Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Rome. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and others [1] => Exit [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said [1] => Which was sometime his general; who loved him [2] => In a most dear particular. He call'd me father: [3] => But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him; [4] => A mile before his tent fall down, and knee [5] => The way into his mercy: nay, if he coy'd [6] => To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => He would not seem to know me. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Do you hear? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet one time he did call me by my name: [1] => I urged our old acquaintance, and the drops [2] => That we have bled together. Coriolanus [3] => He would not answer to: forbad all names; [4] => He was a kind of nothing, titleless, [5] => Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire [6] => Of burning Rome. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, so: you have made good work! [1] => A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome, [2] => To make coals cheap,--a noble memory! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon [1] => When it was less expected: he replied, [2] => It was a bare petition of a state [3] => To one whom they had punish'd. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Very well: [1] => Could he say less? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I offer'd to awaken his regard [1] => For's private friends: his answer to me was, [2] => He could not stay to pick them in a pile [3] => Of noisome musty chaff: he said 'twas folly, [4] => For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt, [5] => And still to nose the offence. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For one poor grain or two! [1] => I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child, [2] => And this brave fellow too, we are the grains: [3] => You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt [4] => Above the moon: we must be burnt for you. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aid [1] => In this so never-needed help, yet do not [2] => Upbraid's with our distress. But, sure, if you [3] => Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, [4] => More than the instant army we can make, [5] => Might stop our countryman. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => No, I'll not meddle. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Pray you, go to him. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => What should I do? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only make trial what your love can do [1] => For Rome, towards Marcius. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, and say that Marcius [1] => Return me, as Cominius is return'd, [2] => Unheard; what then? [3] => But as a discontented friend, grief-shot [4] => With his unkindness? say't be so? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet your good will [1] => must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure [2] => As you intended well. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll undertake 't: [1] => I think he'll hear me. Yet, to bite his lip [2] => And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. [3] => He was not taken well; he had not dined: [4] => The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then [5] => We pout upon the morning, are unapt [6] => To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd [7] => These and these conveyances of our blood [8] => With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls [9] => Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him [10] => Till he be dieted to my request, [11] => And then I'll set upon him. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BRUTUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You know the very road into his kindness, [1] => And cannot lose your way. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good faith, I'll prove him, [1] => Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge [2] => Of my success. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => He'll never hear him. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Not? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COMINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye [1] => Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury [2] => The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him; [3] => 'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise;' dismiss'd me [4] => Thus, with his speechless hand: what he would do, [5] => He sent in writing after me; what he would not, [6] => Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions: [7] => So that all hope is vain. [8] => Unless his noble mother, and his wife; [9] => Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him [10] => For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence, [11] => And with our fair entreaties haste them on. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Entrance of the Volscian camp before Rome. Two Sentinels on guard. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter to them, MENENIUS [1] => Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS [2] => Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS [3] => Exit [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Stay: whence are you? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Stand, and go back. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave, [1] => I am an officer of state, and come [2] => To speak with Coriolanus. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => From whence? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => From Rome. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You may not pass, you must return: our general [1] => Will no more hear from thence. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You'll see your Rome embraced with fire before [1] => You'll speak with Coriolanus. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good my friends, [1] => If you have heard your general talk of Rome, [2] => And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, [3] => My name hath touch'd your ears it is Menenius. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name [1] => Is not here passable. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I tell thee, fellow, [1] => The general is my lover: I have been [2] => The book of his good acts, whence men have read [3] => His name unparallel'd, haply amplified; [4] => For I have ever verified my friends, [5] => Of whom he's chief, with all the size that verity [6] => Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, [7] => Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, [8] => I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise [9] => Have almost stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow, [10] => I must have leave to pass. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his [1] => behalf as you have uttered words in your own, you [2] => should not pass here; no, though it were as virtuous [3] => to lie as to live chastely. Therefore, go back. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, [1] => always factionary on the party of your general. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say you [1] => have, I am one that, telling true under him, must [2] => say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not [1] => speak with him till after dinner. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => You are a Roman, are you? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => I am, as thy general is. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, [1] => when you have pushed out your gates the very [2] => defender of them, and, in a violent popular [3] => ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to [4] => front his revenges with the easy groans of old [5] => women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with [6] => the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as [7] => you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the [8] => intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with [9] => such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; [10] => therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your [11] => execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn [12] => you out of reprieve and pardon. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would [1] => use me with estimation. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Come, my captain knows you not. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => I mean, thy general. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; lest [1] => I let forth your half-pint of blood; back,--that's [2] => the utmost of your having: back. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Nay, but, fellow, fellow,-- ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => What's the matter? ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you: [1] => You shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall [2] => perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from [3] => my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainment [4] => with him, if thou standest not i' the state of [5] => hanging, or of some death more long in [6] => spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now [7] => presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. [8] => The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy [9] => particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than [10] => thy old father Menenius does! O my son, my son! [11] => thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's [12] => water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to [13] => thee; but being assured none but myself could move [14] => thee, I have been blown out of your gates with [15] => sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy [16] => petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy [17] => wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet [18] => here,--this, who, like a block, hath denied my [19] => access to thee. ) [STAGEDIR] => To CORIOLANUS ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Away! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => How! away! ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs [1] => Are servanted to others: though I owe [2] => My revenge properly, my remission lies [3] => In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar, [4] => Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather [5] => Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone. [6] => Mine ears against your suits are stronger than [7] => Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee, [8] => Take this along; I writ it for thy sake [9] => And would have rent it. Another word, Menenius, [10] => I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius, [11] => Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st! ) [STAGEDIR] => Gives a letter ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => You keep a constant temper. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Now, sir, is your name Menenius? ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the [1] => way home again. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your [1] => greatness back? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => What cause, do you think, I have to swoon? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I neither care for the world nor your general: for [1] => such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, [2] => ye're so slight. He that hath a will to die by [3] => himself fears it not from another: let your general [4] => do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and [5] => your misery increase with your age! I say to you, [6] => as I was said to, Away! ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => A noble fellow, I warrant him. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The worthy fellow is our general: he's the rock, the [1] => oak not to be wind-shaken. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The tent of Coriolanus. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others [1] => Kneels [2] => Rising [3] => He holds her by the hand, silent [4] => The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow [1] => Set down our host. My partner in this action, [2] => You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly [3] => I have borne this business. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Only their ends [1] => You have respected; stopp'd your ears against [2] => The general suit of Rome; never admitted [3] => A private whisper, no, not with such friends [4] => That thought them sure of you. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This last old man, [1] => Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, [2] => Loved me above the measure of a father; [3] => Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge [4] => Was to send him; for whose old love I have, [5] => Though I show'd sourly to him, once more offer'd [6] => The first conditions, which they did refuse [7] => And cannot now accept; to grace him only [8] => That thought he could do more, a very little [9] => I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits, [10] => Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter [11] => Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this? [12] => Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow [13] => In the same time 'tis made? I will not. [14] => My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould [15] => Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand [16] => The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection! [17] => All bond and privilege of nature, break! [18] => Let it be virtuous to be obstinate. [19] => What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes, [20] => Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not [21] => Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows; [22] => As if Olympus to a molehill should [23] => In supplication nod: and my young boy [24] => Hath an aspect of intercession, which [25] => Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces [26] => Plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never [27] => Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand, [28] => As if a man were author of himself [29] => And knew no other kin. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Shout within [1] => Enter in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => My lord and husband! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sorrow that delivers us thus changed [1] => Makes you think so. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Like a dull actor now, [1] => I have forgot my part, and I am out, [2] => Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, [3] => Forgive my tyranny; but do not say [4] => For that 'Forgive our Romans.' O, a kiss [5] => Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! [6] => Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss [7] => I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip [8] => Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate, [9] => And the most noble mother of the world [10] => Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i' the earth; [11] => Of thy deep duty more impression show [12] => Than that of common sons. ) [STAGEDIR] => Kneels ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, stand up blest! [1] => Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint, [2] => I kneel before thee; and unproperly [3] => Show duty, as mistaken all this while [4] => Between the child and parent. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is this? [1] => Your knees to me? to your corrected son? [2] => Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach [3] => Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds [4] => Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun; [5] => Murdering impossibility, to make [6] => What cannot be, slight work. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art my warrior; [1] => I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The noble sister of Publicola, [1] => The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle [2] => That's curdied by the frost from purest snow [3] => And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria! ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is a poor epitome of yours, [1] => Which by the interpretation of full time [2] => May show like all yourself. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The god of soldiers, [1] => With the consent of supreme Jove, inform [2] => Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove [3] => To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars [4] => Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, [5] => And saving those that eye thee! ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Your knee, sirrah. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => That's my brave boy! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, [1] => Are suitors to you. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I beseech you, peace: [1] => Or, if you'ld ask, remember this before: [2] => The thing I have forsworn to grant may never [3] => Be held by you denials. Do not bid me [4] => Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate [5] => Again with Rome's mechanics: tell me not [6] => Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not [7] => To ally my rages and revenges with [8] => Your colder reasons. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, no more, no more! [1] => You have said you will not grant us any thing; [2] => For we have nothing else to ask, but that [3] => Which you deny already: yet we will ask; [4] => That, if you fail in our request, the blame [5] => May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll [1] => Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment [1] => And state of bodies would bewray what life [2] => We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself [3] => How more unfortunate than all living women [4] => Are we come hither: since that thy sight, [5] => which should [6] => Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance [7] => with comforts, [8] => Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow; [9] => Making the mother, wife and child to see [10] => The son, the husband and the father tearing [11] => His country's bowels out. And to poor we [12] => Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us [13] => Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort [14] => That all but we enjoy; for how can we, [15] => Alas, how can we for our country pray. [16] => Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory, [17] => Whereto we are bound? alack, or we must lose [18] => The country, our dear nurse, or else thy person, [19] => Our comfort in the country. We must find [20] => An evident calamity, though we had [21] => Our wish, which side should win: for either thou [22] => Must, as a foreign recreant, be led [23] => With manacles thorough our streets, or else [24] => triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin, [25] => And bear the palm for having bravely shed [26] => Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son, [27] => I purpose not to wait on fortune till [28] => These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee [29] => Rather to show a noble grace to both parts [30] => Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner [31] => March to assault thy country than to tread-- [32] => Trust to't, thou shalt not--on thy mother's womb, [33] => That brought thee to this world. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VIRGILIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and mine, [1] => That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name [2] => Living to time. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Young MARCIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A' shall not tread on me; [1] => I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not of a woman's tenderness to be, [1] => Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. [2] => I have sat too long. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VOLUMNIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, go not from us thus. [1] => If it were so that our request did tend [2] => To save the Romans, thereby to destroy [3] => The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us, [4] => As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit [5] => Is that you reconcile them: while the Volsces [6] => May say 'This mercy we have show'd;' the Romans, [7] => 'This we received;' and each in either side [8] => Give the all-hail to thee and cry 'Be blest [9] => For making up this peace!' Thou know'st, great son, [10] => The end of war's uncertain, but this certain, [11] => That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit [12] => Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name, [13] => Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses; [14] => Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble, [15] => But with his last attempt he wiped it out; [16] => Destroy'd his country, and his name remains [17] => To the ensuing age abhorr'd.' Speak to me, son: [18] => Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour, [19] => To imitate the graces of the gods; [20] => To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, [21] => And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt [22] => That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak? [23] => Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man [24] => Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speak you: [25] => He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy: [26] => Perhaps thy childishness will move him more [27] => Than can our reasons. There's no man in the world [28] => More bound to 's mother; yet here he lets me prate [29] => Like one i' the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life [30] => Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy, [31] => When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood, [32] => Has cluck'd thee to the wars and safely home, [33] => Loaden with honour. Say my request's unjust, [34] => And spurn me back: but if it be not so, [35] => Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, [36] => That thou restrain'st from me the duty which [37] => To a mother's part belongs. He turns away: [38] => Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees. [39] => To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride [40] => Than pity to our prayers. Down: an end; [41] => This is the last: so we will home to Rome, [42] => And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold 's: [43] => This boy, that cannot tell what he would have [44] => But kneels and holds up bands for fellowship, [45] => Does reason our petition with more strength [46] => Than thou hast to deny 't. Come, let us go: [47] => This fellow had a Volscian to his mother; [48] => His wife is in Corioli and his child [49] => Like him by chance. Yet give us our dispatch: [50] => I am hush'd until our city be a-fire, [51] => And then I'll speak a little. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O mother, mother! [1] => What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, [2] => The gods look down, and this unnatural scene [3] => They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! [4] => You have won a happy victory to Rome; [5] => But, for your son,--believe it, O, believe it, [6] => Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, [7] => If not most mortal to him. But, let it come. [8] => Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, [9] => I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, [10] => Were you in my stead, would you have heard [11] => A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius? ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => I was moved withal. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I dare be sworn you were: [1] => And, sir, it is no little thing to make [2] => Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, [3] => What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part, [4] => I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you, [5] => Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife! ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => thy honour [2] => At difference in thee: out of that I'll work [3] => Myself a former fortune. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, by and by; [1] => But we will drink together; and you shall bear [2] => A better witness back than words, which we, [3] => On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. [4] => Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve [5] => To have a temple built you: all the swords [6] => In Italy, and her confederate arms, [7] => Could not have made this peace. ) [STAGEDIR] => To VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Rome. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS [1] => Enter a Messenger [2] => Enter a second Messenger [3] => A shout within [4] => Music still, with shouts [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond [1] => corner-stone? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Why, what of that? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If it be possible for you to displace it with your [1] => little finger, there is some hope the ladies of [2] => Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. [3] => But I say there is no hope in't: our throats are [4] => sentenced and stay upon execution. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is't possible that so short a time can alter the [1] => condition of a man! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is differency between a grub and a butterfly; [1] => yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown [2] => from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a [3] => creeping thing. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => He loved his mother dearly. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother [1] => now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness [2] => of his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, he [3] => moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before [4] => his treading: he is able to pierce a corslet with [5] => his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a [6] => battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for [7] => Alexander. What he bids be done is finished with [8] => his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity [9] => and a heaven to throne in. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his [1] => mother shall bring from him: there is no more mercy [2] => in him than there is milk in a male tiger; that [3] => shall our poor city find: and all this is long of [4] => you. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => The gods be good unto us! ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto [1] => us. When we banished him, we respected not them; [2] => and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, if you'ld save your life, fly to your house: [1] => The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune [2] => And hale him up and down, all swearing, if [3] => The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, [4] => They'll give him death by inches. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => What's the news? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good news, good news; the ladies have prevail'd, [1] => The Volscians are dislodged, and Marcius gone: [2] => A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, [3] => No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Friend, [1] => Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As certain as I know the sun is fire: [1] => Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? [2] => Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, [3] => As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you! [4] => The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and fifes, [5] => Tabours and cymbals and the shouting Romans, [6] => Make the sun dance. Hark you! ) [STAGEDIR] => Trumpets; hautboys; drums beat; all together ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MENENIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is good news: [1] => I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia [2] => Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, [3] => A city full; of tribunes, such as you, [4] => A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day: [5] => This morning for ten thousand of your throats [6] => I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next, [1] => Accept my thankfulness. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, we have all [1] => Great cause to give great thanks. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => They are near the city? ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Messenger [LINE] => Almost at point to enter. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SICINIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will meet them, [1] => And help the joy. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The same. A street near the gate. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter two Senators with VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, VALERIA, &c. passing over the stage, followed by Patricians and others [1] => A flourish with drums and trumpets. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Senator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Behold our patroness, the life of Rome! [1] => Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, [2] => And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: [3] => Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, [4] => Repeal him with the welcome of his mother; [5] => Cry 'Welcome, ladies, welcome!' ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All [LINE] => Welcome, ladies, Welcome! ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. Antium. A public place. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants [1] => Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People [2] => Enter the Lords of the city [3] => Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drum and colours; commoners being with him [4] => The Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS: AUFIDIUS stands on his body [5] => Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead march sounded ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go tell the lords o' the city I am here: [1] => Deliver them this paper: having read it, [2] => Bid them repair to the market place; where I, [3] => Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, [4] => Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse [5] => The city ports by this hath enter'd and [6] => Intends to appear before the people, hoping [7] => To purge herself with words: dispatch. [8] => Most welcome! ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Exeunt Attendants [1] => Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUS' faction ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Conspirator [LINE] => How is it with our general? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Even so [1] => As with a man by his own alms empoison'd, [2] => And with his charity slain. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Conspirator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most noble sir, [1] => If you do hold the same intent wherein [2] => You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you [3] => Of your great danger. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, I cannot tell: [1] => We must proceed as we do find the people. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Conspirator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The people will remain uncertain whilst [1] => 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either [2] => Makes the survivor heir of all. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I know it; [1] => And my pretext to strike at him admits [2] => A good construction. I raised him, and I pawn'd [3] => Mine honour for his truth: who being so heighten'd, [4] => He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery, [5] => Seducing so my friends; and, to this end, [6] => He bow'd his nature, never known before [7] => But to be rough, unswayable and free. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Conspirator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sir, his stoutness [1] => When he did stand for consul, which he lost [2] => By lack of stooping,-- ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That I would have spoke of: [1] => Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; [2] => Presented to my knife his throat: I took him; [3] => Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way [4] => In all his own desires; nay, let him choose [5] => Out of my files, his projects to accomplish, [6] => My best and freshest men; served his designments [7] => In mine own person; holp to reap the fame [8] => Which he did end all his; and took some pride [9] => To do myself this wrong: till, at the last, [10] => I seem'd his follower, not partner, and [11] => He waged me with his countenance, as if [12] => I had been mercenary. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Conspirator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So he did, my lord: [1] => The army marvell'd at it, and, in the last, [2] => When he had carried Rome and that we look'd [3] => For no less spoil than glory,-- ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There was it: [1] => For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him. [2] => At a few drops of women's rheum, which are [3] => As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour [4] => Of our great action: therefore shall he die, [5] => And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Conspirator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your native town you enter'd like a post, [1] => And had no welcomes home: but he returns, [2] => Splitting the air with noise. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Conspirator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And patient fools, [1] => Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear [2] => With giving him glory. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Conspirator [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Therefore, at your vantage, [1] => Ere he express himself, or move the people [2] => With what he would say, let him feel your sword, [3] => Which we will second. When he lies along, [4] => After your way his tale pronounced shall bury [5] => His reasons with his body. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say no more: [1] => Here come the lords. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All The Lords [LINE] => You are most welcome home. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have not deserved it. [1] => But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused [2] => What I have written to you? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lords [LINE] => We have. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And grieve to hear't. [1] => What faults he made before the last, I think [2] => Might have found easy fines: but there to end [3] => Where he was to begin and give away [4] => The benefit of our levies, answering us [5] => With our own charge, making a treaty where [6] => There was a yielding,--this admits no excuse. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => He approaches: you shall hear him. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier, [1] => No more infected with my country's love [2] => Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting [3] => Under your great command. You are to know [4] => That prosperously I have attempted and [5] => With bloody passage led your wars even to [6] => The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home [7] => Do more than counterpoise a full third part [8] => The charges of the action. We have made peace [9] => With no less honour to the Antiates [10] => Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver, [11] => Subscribed by the consuls and patricians, [12] => Together with the seal o' the senate, what [13] => We have compounded on. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Read it not, noble lords; [1] => But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree [2] => He hath abused your powers. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Traitor! how now! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Ay, traitor, Marcius! ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Marcius! ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think [1] => I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name [2] => Coriolanus in Corioli? [3] => You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously [4] => He has betray'd your business, and given up, [5] => For certain drops of salt, your city Rome, [6] => I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother; [7] => Breaking his oath and resolution like [8] => A twist of rotten silk, never admitting [9] => Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears [10] => He whined and roar'd away your victory, [11] => That pages blush'd at him and men of heart [12] => Look'd wondering each at other. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Hear'st thou, Mars? ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Name not the god, thou boy of tears! ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Ha! ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => No more. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart [1] => Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave! [2] => Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever [3] => I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, [4] => Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion-- [5] => Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that [6] => Must bear my beating to his grave--shall join [7] => To thrust the lie unto him. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Peace, both, and hear me speak. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads, [1] => Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound! [2] => If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, [3] => That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I [4] => Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: [5] => Alone I did it. Boy! ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, noble lords, [1] => Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, [2] => Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, [3] => 'Fore your own eyes and ears? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Conspirators [LINE] => Let him die for't. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All The People [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently.' 'He kill'd [1] => my son.' 'My daughter.' 'He killed my cousin [2] => Marcus.' 'He killed my father.' ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, ho! no outrage: peace! [1] => The man is noble and his fame folds-in [2] => This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us [3] => Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, [4] => And trouble not the peace. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CORIOLANUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O that I had him, [1] => With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, [2] => To use my lawful sword! ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Insolent villain! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => All Conspirators [LINE] => Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lords [LINE] => Hold, hold, hold, hold! ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => My noble masters, hear me speak. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => O Tullus,-- ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet; [1] => Put up your swords. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lords, when you shall know--as in this rage, [1] => Provoked by him, you cannot--the great danger [2] => Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice [3] => That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours [4] => To call me to your senate, I'll deliver [5] => Myself your loyal servant, or endure [6] => Your heaviest censure. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bear from hence his body; [1] => And mourn you for him: let him be regarded [2] => As the most noble corse that ever herald [3] => Did follow to his urn. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Lord [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His own impatience [1] => Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. [2] => Let's make the best of it. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => AUFIDIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My rage is gone; [1] => And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up. [2] => Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. [3] => Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: [4] => Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he [5] => Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, [6] => Which to this hour bewail the injury, [7] => Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )