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With bloody passage led your wars, even to
The gates of Rome: Our spoils, we have brought home,
Do more than counterpoise, a full third part,
The charges of the action. We've made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates,
Than shame to th’ Romans : and we here deliver,
Subscribed by the Consuls and Patricians,
Together with the seal o'th' Senate, what
We have compounded on.

Auf. Read it not, noble lords.
Buç 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 stoln 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 salt, your city Rome;
I say, your city, to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist 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 blush'd at him ; and men of heart ,
Look'd wondring each at other.

Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars! --
Auf. Name not the God, chou boy of tears!
Cor. Ha!
Auf. No more,

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. Boy? O slave!
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I'm forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
Must give this Cur the Lie; and his own Notion,
(Who wears my stripes impreft upon him; that
Must bear my bearing to his Grave;) shall join
To thrust the lie unto him.

. Į 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! false hound!
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-coat, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli.
Alone I did it. Boy!

Auf. Why, noble lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
Which was your shame, 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 son, my daughter, kill'd my cousin,
He kill'd my father. [The Groud speak promiscuously.

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

Cor. () that I had him,
With six Aufidius's, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword -

Auf. Insolent villain!
All Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

[The conspirators all draw, and kill Marcius,

who falls, and Aufidius stands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold. Auf. My noble Masters, hear me spea I Lord. O Tullus

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed, whereat Valour will weep.

3 Lord. Tread not upon him --- masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords. Auf My lords, when you shall know (as in this

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 self your loyal servant, or endure .
Your heaviest censure.

i Lord. Bear from hence his body,
And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
As the most noble Coarse, 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 sorrow: take him up: Help, three o'th' chiefest soldiers ; 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 assist them: he would make the fourth Man. So, in the Conclusion of Hamlet;

- Let four Captains Bear Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage;

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Octavius Cæsar. 2
M. Antony. Triumvirs, after the Death of Julius Cæfar.'
M. Æmil. Lepidus. S

Conspirators against Julius Caesar.
Decius Brutus,
Metellus Cimber,
Popilius Læna,


Tribunes and Enemies to Cæsar.

Friends to Brutus and Cassius,
Artemidorus, a Sophift of Cnidos,

A Soothsayer.
Young Cato.
Cinna, a Poet.
Another Poet.

{ Servants of Brutus.
Pindarus, Servant of Caffius.
Ghost of Julius Cæsar.


Other Plebeians,

Calphurnia, Wife to Cæfar.
Porcia, Wife to Brutus.

Guards and Attendants.
SCENE, for the three firf Acts, at Rome : after-

wards, at an Ille near Mutina; at Sardis ; and Philippi.

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