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With bloody paffage led your wars, even to
The gates of Rome: Our fpoils, we have brought home,
Do more than counterpoife, a full third part,
The charges of the action. We've made peace
With no lefs honour to the Antiates,

Than fhame to th' Romans: and we here deliver,
Subscribed by the Confuls and Patricians,
Together with the feal o'th' Senate, what
We have compounded on.

Auf. Read it not, noble lords.

But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
He hath abus'd your powers.
Cor. Traitor!- how now!
Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Cor. Marcius!

Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius; doft thou think, I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy ftoln name Coriolanus, in Corioli?

You Lords and Heads o'th' State, perfidiously
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of falt, your city Rome;
I fay, your city, to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and refolution, like
A twift of rotten filk, never admitting
Counsel o'th' war; but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory,
That Pages blufh'd at him; and men of heart
Look'd wondring each at other.

Cor. Hear'ft thou, Mars!

Auf. Name not the God, thou boy of tears!
Cor. Ha!

Auf. No more,

Cor. Measureless liar, thou haft made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy? O flave!
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever

I'm forc'd to fcold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
Muft give this Cur the Lie; and his own Notion,
(Who wears my ftripes impreft upon him; that
Must bear my beating to his Grave;) fhall join
To thrust the lie unto him.

I Lord.

I Lord. Peace both, and hear me speak.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volfcians, men and lads,
Stain all your edges in me. Boy! falfe hound!-
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-coat, I
Flutter'd your Volfcians in Corioli.
Alone I did it. Boy!

Auf. Why, noble lords,

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your fhame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears?

All Con. Let him die for't.

All People. Tear him to pieces, do it presently: He kill'd my fon, my daughter,-kill'd my coufin, He kill'd my father. The Croud Speak promiscuously.

2 Lord. Peace, no outrage- -peace
The man is noble, and his Fame folds in
This Orb o'th' earth; his laft offences to us
Shall have judicious Hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

Cor. O that I had him,

With fix Aufidius's, or more, his tribe,
To ufe my lawful fword -

Auf. Infolent villain!

All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

[The confpirators all draw, and kill Marcius, who falls, and Aufidius ftands on him.

Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold.

Auf. My noble Masters, hear me speak.
I Lord. O Tullus

z Lord. Thou haft done a deed, whereat Valour will weep.

3 Lord. Tread not upon him- mafters all, be quiet; Put up your fwords.

Auf. My lords, when you fhall know (as in this

rage

Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your Honours
To call me to your Senate, I'll deliver

My

My felf your loyal fervant, or endure
Your heaviest cenfure.

1 Lord. Bear from hence his body,

And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
As the most noble Coarfe, that ever Herald
Did follow to his urn.

2 Lord. His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame :
Let's make the best of it.

Auf. My Rage is gone,

And I am ftruck with forrow: take him

up:

Help, three o'th' chiefeft foldiers; I'll be one. (42)
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble memory.

[Exeunt, bearing the body of Marcius. A dead March founded.

(42) Help, three o'th' chiefeft Soldiers; I'll be One.]

Not One of the three, but One to affift them: he would make the fourth Man. So, in the Conclufion of Hamlet;

Let four Captains

Bear Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage:

JULIUS

CÆSA R.

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SCENE, for the three firft Acts, at Rome: afterwards, at an Ifle near Mutina; at Sardis; and Phi

lippi.

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