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Vol. Let her alone, lady; as she is now, she will Plaster you o'er; that you may be abhorr'd but disease our better mirth.

Further than seen, and one infect another Val. In troth, I think, she would :-Fare you Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, well then.-Come, good sweet lady.--Prythee, Vir- That bear the shapes of men, how have you ruo gilia, turn thy solemness out o'door, and go along From slaves that apes would beat? Pluto and hell! with us.

All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale Vir. No: at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. With flight and agued fear! Mend, and charge home, I wish you much mirth.

Or, by the fires of heaven, l'll leave the foe, Val. Well, then farewell.

(Exeunt. And make my wars on you: look to't: Come on;

If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, 8CENE IV.–Before Corioli.

As they us to our trenches followed. Enter, with drums and colours, MARCIUS, Tutus LAR- Another alarum. The Volces and Romans re-enter, tius, Officers, and Soldiers. To them a Messenger.

and the fight is renewed. The Volces retire into

Corioli, and Marcius follows them to the gates. Mar. Yonder comes news:- -A wager, they have

So, now the gates are ope :-Now prove, good se

conds : Lart. My horse to yours, no.

'Tis for the followers fortune widens them, Mar.

'Tis done.

Not for the fliers : mark me, and do the like. Lart.

Agreed. Mar. Say, has our general met the enemy?

(He enters the gates, and is shut in

1 Sol. Fool-hardiness; not I. Mess. They lie in view; but have not spoke as

2 Sol.

Nor I. yet.

3 Sol.

See, they Lart. So, the good horse is mine.

Have shut him in.
Mar.
I'll buy him of you.

| Alarum continues.

AU. Lart. No, I'll nor sell, nor give him : lend you

To the pot, I warrant him. him, I will,

Enter Titus LARTIUS. For half a hundred years.-Summon the town.

Lart. What is become of Marcius ? Mar. How far off lie these armies ?

AN.

Slain, sir, doubtlesi, Mess. Within this mile and half.

1 Sol. Following the fliers at the very heels, Mar. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they with them he enters: who, upon the sudden,

Clapp'd-to their gates; he is himself alone. Now, Mars, I prythee, make us quick in work;

To answer all the city. That we with smoking swords may march from

Lart.

O noble fellow ! hence,

Who, sensible, outdares his senseless sword, To help our fielded friends !-Come, blow thy blast. And, when it bows, stands up! Thou art left, MarThey sound a parley. Enter, on the walls, some

cius : Senators, and others.

A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Tullus Aufidius, is he within your walls ?

Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible 1 Sen. No, nor a man that fears you less than he, Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks, and That's lesser than a little. Hark, our drums

The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,

(Alarums afar off Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world Are bringing forth our youth : We'll break our Were feverous, and did tremble.

walls, Rather than they shall pound us up: Our gates,

Re-enter Marcios, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn'd with 1 Sol.

Look, sir. rushes;

Lart.

'Tis Marcius : They'll open of themselves. Hark you, afar off; Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike. [Other alarums.

(They fight, and all enter the city. There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes Amongst your cloven army.

SCENE V.-Within the Town. A Street. Mar.

O, they are at it! Lart. Their noise be our instruction.- Ladders, Enter certain Romans, with spoils. ho!

i Rom. This will I carry to Rome. The Volces enter, and pass over the stage.

2 Rom. And I this.

3 Rom. A murrain on't! I took this for silver. Mar. They fear us not, but issue forth their city.

(Alarum continues still afar off Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight With hearts more proof than shields.-Advance, Enter Marcius and Titus LaRTIUS, with a trumpet. brave Titus:

Mar. See here these movers, that do prize their They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,

hours, Which makes me sweat with wrath.-Come on, my At a crack'd drachma! Cushions, leaden spoons, fellows;

Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would He that retires, I'll take him for a Volce,

Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves, And he shall feel mine edge.

Ere yet the fight be done, pack up:-Down with

them. Alarums, and ereunt Romans and Volces, fighting and hark, what noise the general makes!—To

[him: The Romans are beaten back to their trenches. There is the man of my soul's

hate, Aufidius, Re-enter MARCIUS.

Piercing our Romans: Then, valiant Titus, take Mar. All the contagion of the south light on you, Convenient numbers to make good the city; You shames of Rome !--you herd of Boils and Whilst I, with thore that have the spirit, will kaste plagues

To help Cominius.

very hour.

Lart.

Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Holding Corioli in the name of Rome, Thy exercise hath been too violent for

Even like a fawning greyhuund in the leash,
A second course of fight.

To let him slip at will.
Mar.
Sir, praise me not:

Com.

Where is that slave, My work hath yet not warm'd me: Fare you well. Which told me they had beat you to your trenches ? The blood I drop is rather physical

Where is he? Call him hither. Than dangerous to me : To Aufidius thus

Mar.

Let him alone, I will appear, and fight.

He did inform the truth: But for our gentlemen, Lart.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune, The common file, (A plague !—Tribunes for them !) Fall deep in love with thee ; and her great charms The mouse ne'er shuon'd the cat, as they did budge Misguide thy opposers' swords ! Bold gentleman, From rascals worse than they. Prosperity be thy page!

Com.

But how prevail'd you ? Mar. Thy friend no less

Mar. Will the time serve to tell ? I do not Than those she placeth highest !-So, farewell.

thinkLart. Thou worthiest Marcius !

Where is the enemy? Are you lords o’the field ?

{Erit Marcius. If not, why cease you till you are so ? Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;

Com.

Marcius, Call !hither all the officers of the town,

We have at disadvantage fought, and did Where they shall know our mind : Away. (E.ceunt. Retire, to win our purpose.

(side

Mar. How lies their battle ? Know you on which SCENE VI.- Near the Camp of Cominius. They have plac'd their men of trust ?

Com. Enter COMINIUS and Forces, retreating.

As I guess, Marcius,

Their bands in the vaward are the Antiates, Com. Breathe you, my friends; well fought : we of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius, are come off

Their very heart of hope. Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,

Mar.

I do beseech you, Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,

By all the battles wherein we have fought, We shall be charg'd again. Whiles we have struck, By the blood we've shed together, by the vows By interims, and conveying gusts, we have heard We've made to endure friends, that you directly The charges of our friends :- The Roman gods,

Set me against Aufidius, and his Antiates : Lead their successes as we wish our own;

And that you not delay the present; but, That both our powers, with smiling fronts encoun- Filling the air with swords advanc'd, and darts, tering,

We
prove

this
Enter a Messenger.

Com.

Though I could wish May give you thankful sacrifice !-Thy news ? You were conducted to a gentle bath,

Mess. The citizens of Corioli have issued, And balms applied to you, yet dare I never And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle :

Deny your asking; take your choice of those I saw our party to their trenches driven,

That best can aid your action. And then I came away.

Mar.

Those are they Com.

Though thou speak'st truth, That most are willing :-If any such be here, Methinks, thou speak’st not well. How long is't|(As it were sin to doubt,) that love this painting since ?

Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear Mess. Above an hour, my lord. [drums : Lesser his person than an ill report;,

Com. 'Tis not a mile ; briefly we heard their If any think, brave death outweighs bad lise, How could'st thou in a mile confound an hour, And that his country's dearer than himself ; And bring thy news so late ?

Let him, alone, or so many, so minded, (sition, Mess.

Spies of the Volces Wave thus, (waving his hand.] to express his dispoHeld me in chase, that I was forc'd to wheel And follow Marcius. Three or four miles about; else had I, sir,

[They all shout, and wave their swords ; take Half an hour since brought my report.

him up in their arms, and cast up their caps Enter MARCIUS.

O me, alone! Make you a sword of me?
Com.

Who's yonder, If these shows be not outward, which of you
That does appear as he were flay'd ? O gods ! But is four Volces ? None of you, but is
He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have

Able to bear against the great Aufidius
Before-time seen him thus.

A shield as hard as his. A certain number, Mar.

Come I too late ? Though thanks to all, must I select: the rest Com. The shepherd knows not thunder from a Shall bear the business in some other fight, tabor,

As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march; More than I know the sound of Marcius tongue And four shall quickly draw out iny command, From every meaner man's.

Which men are best inclin'd.
Mar.
Come I too late ?
Com.

on, my fellows: Com. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, Make good this ostentation, and you shall But mantled in your own.

Divide in all with us.

[Exeunt. Mar.

0! let me clip you In arms as sound, as when I woo'd; in heart

SCENE VII.-The Gales of Corioli. As merry, as when our nuptial day was done,

Titus LARTIUS having set a guard upon Corioli, And tapers burn'd to bedward. Com.

Flower of warriors,

going with a drum and trumpet toward COMINIUS How is't with Titus Lartius ?

and Caius MARCILS, enters with a Lieutenant, a Mar. As with a man busied about decrees:

party of Soldiers, and a Scout. Condemning some to death, and some to exile ; Lart. So, let the ports be guarded ; keep you Ransoming him, or pitying, threat'ning t’other;

duties

March

As I have set them down. If I do send, despatch To hide your doings; and to silence that,
Those centuries to our aid; the rest will serve Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd,
For a short holding: If we lose the field,

Would seem but modest: Therefore, I beseech you, We cannot keep the town.

(In sign of what you are, not to reward Lieu.

Fear not our care, sir. What you have done,) before our army hear me. Lart. Hence, and shut your gates upon us.- Mar. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart Our guider, come : to the Roman camp conduct us. To hear themselves remember'd. (Exeunt. Com.

Should they not,

Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude, SCENE VIII.-A Field of Battle between the And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses, Roman and the Volscian Camps.

(Whereof we have ta’en good, and good store,) of all Alarum. Enter MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.

The treasure, in this field achiev'd, and city,

We render you the tenth ; to be ta'en forth, Mar. I'll fight with none but thee: for I do hate Before the common distribution, at thee

Your only choice. Worse than a promise-breaker.

Mar.

I thank you, general; Auf

We hate alike; But cannot make my heart consent to take Not Africk owns a serpent, I abhor

A bribe to pay my sword : I do refuse it, More than thy fame and envy: Fix thy foot. And stand upon my common part with those

Mar. Let the first budger die the other's slave, Tha: have bebeld the doing. And the gods doom him after!

(4 long flourish. They all cry, Marcius ! Auf If I fly, Marcius,

Marcius! cast up their caps and lances ; Halloo me like a hare.

COMINIUS and LARTius sland bare. Mar.

Within these three hours, Tullus, Mar. May these same instruments, which you Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,

profane, And made what work I pleas’d: 'Tis not my blood, Never sourd more! When drums and trumpets shall Wherein thou seest me mask'd: for thy revenge, l' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Wrench up thy power to the highest.

Made all of false-fac'd soothing! When steel grows Auf.

Wert thou the Hector, Soft as the parasite's silk, let him be made That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny, An overture for the wars! No more, I say; Thou should'st not scape me here,

For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled, [They fight, and certain Volces come to the Or foil'd some debile wretch, which, without note, aid of Aufli .

Here's many else have done,-you shout me forth Officious, and not valiant-you have sham'd me In acclamations hyperbolical; In your condemned seconds.

As if I loved my little should be dieted (E.reunt fighting, driven in by Marcius. In praises sauc'd with lies,

Com.

Too modest are you; SCENE IX.— The Roman Camp. More cruel to your good report, than grateful Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter, To us that give you truly : by your patience,

at one side, Comenius and Romans; at the other If gainst yourself you be incens'd, we'll put you side, Marcius, with his arm in a scarf, and other (Like one that means his proper harm,) in manacles, Romans.

Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it

known, Com. If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work, As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius Thou’lt not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Wears this war's garland : in token of the which Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles; My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, Where great patricians shall attend, and shrug, With all his trim belonging ; and, from this time, l'the end, admire; where ladies shall be frighted, For what he did before Corioli, call him, And, gladly quak'd, hear more ; where the dull With all the applause and claniour of the host, Tribunes,

Caius MARCIUS CORIOLANUS. That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours, Bear the addition nobly ever! Shall say, against their hearts -We thank the gods,

(Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums Our Rome hath such a su'dier!

All. Caius Marcius Coriolanus ! Yet cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast,

Cor. I will go wash; Having fully dined before.

And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Enter Titus LARTIUS, with his power, from the

Whether I blush, or no: Howbeit, I thank you :

I mean to stride your steed; and, at all times,
pursuit.

To undercrest your good addition,
Lart.
O general,

To the fairness of my power.
Here is the steed, we the caparison :

Com.

So, to our tent: Hadst thou beheld

Where, ere we do reposo us, we will write Mar.

Pray now, no more : my mother, To Rome of our success. You, Titus Lartius,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,

Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done, The best, with whom we may articulate,
As you have done; that's what I can ; induc'd For their own good, and ours.
As you have been; that's for my country:

Lart.

I shall, my lord. He, that has but effected his good will

Cor. The gods begin to mock me. I that now Hath overta'en mine act.

Refus'd most princely gifts, am bound to beg Com.

You shall not be Of my lord general. The grave of your deserving : Rome must know Com.

Take it: 'tis yours. What is't i The value of her own: 'twere a concealment

Cor. I sometime lay, here in Corioli, Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, At a poor man's house · he us'd me kin

ask you.

He cried to me, I saw himn prisoner;

Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love ? But then Aufidius was within my view,

Sic. The lamb. And wrath o’erwhelm'd my pity: I request you Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians To give my poor host freedom.

would the noble Marcius. Com.

O, well begg'd! Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Were he the butcher of my son, he should

Men. He's a bear, indeed, that lives like a lamb. Be free, as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall

Lart. Marcius, his name?
Cor.

By Jupiter, forgot :- Both Trib. Well, sir.
I am weary; yea, my memory is tird.

Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you Have we no wine here?

two have not in abundance ? Com. Go we to our tent:

Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all. The blood upon your visage dries: 'tis time

Sic. Especially, in pride. It should be look'd too: come.

Exeunt. Bru. And topping all others in boasting.

Men. This is strange now: Do you two know how SCENE X.-— The Camp of the Volces. you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the

right hand file? Do you ? A flourish. Cornets. Enter Tulli's AUFIDICS,

Both Trib. Why, how are we censured ? bloody, with Two or Three Soldiers.

Men. Because you talk of pride now.-Will you Auf. The town is ta'en !

not be angry? I Sol. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.

Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well. Auf Condition ?

Men. Why, 'tis no great matter: for a very little I would, I were a Roman; for I cannot,

thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of paBeing a Volce, be that I am.-Condition !

tience: give your disposition the reins, and be angry What good condition can a treaty find

at your pleasures; at the least, it you take it as a l' the part that is at mercy ? Five times, Mareius, pleasure to you, in being so. You blaine Marciu: I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me; for being proud ? And would'st do so, I think, should we encounter

Bru. We do it not alone, sir. As often as we eat.-By the elements,

Men. I know you can do very little alone; for If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,

your helps are many; or else your actions would He is mine, or I am his: Mine emulation

grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infantHath not that honour in't, it had: for where like, for doing much alone. You talk of pride: 0, I thought to crush hiın in an equal force,

that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of (True sword to sword,) I'll potch at him some way; your necks, and make but an interior survey of your Or wrath, or craft, may get him.

good selves! O, that you could ! 1 Sol.

He's the devil. Bru. What then, sir? Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle : My valour's Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of poison'd,

unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias With only suffering stain by him; for him

fools,) as any in Rome. Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary,

Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. Being naked, sick: nor fane, nor Capitol,

Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up

drop of allaying Tyber in't; said to be something Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst

imperfect, in favouring the first complaint: hasty, My hate to Marcius : where I find him, were it and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion : one that At home, upon my brother's guard, even there converses more with the buttock of the night than Against the hospitable canon, would I [city; with the forehead of the morning. What I think, Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the ! utter; and spend my malice in my breath : MeetLearn, how 'tis held; and what they are, that must ing two such weals-men as you are," (I cannot call Be hostages for Rome.

you Lycurguses) if the drink you give me, touch 1 Sol. Will not you go?

my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. Auf. I am attended at the cypress grove :

I cannot say, your worships have delivered the mat. I pray you,

ter well, when I find the ass in compound with the ("T'is south the city mills,) bring me word thither major part of your syllables: and though I must How the world goes; that to the pace of it

be content to bear with those that say you are reveI may spur on my journey.

.rend grave men; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you I Sol.

I shall, sir. [Exeunt. I have good faces. If you see this in the map of my

microcosm, follows it, that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bisson conspectuities

glean out of this character, if I be known well АСТ II.

enough too ?

Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough.

Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any SCENE I.-Rome. A publick Place.

thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps

and legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, Enter MENENIUS, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS.

in hearing a cause between an orange-wife and a Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have news fossct-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of to-night.

three-pence to a second day of audience.-When Bru. Good, or bad ?

you are hearing a matter between party and party. Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, if you chance to be pinched with the cholick, you for they love not Marcius.

make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. / against all patience ; and, in roaring for a chamlir

pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more en- cius is coming home: ke has more cause to be proua. tangled by your hearing: all the peace you make in -Where is he wounded ? their cause, is, calling both the parties knaves : You Vol. I' the shovlder, and i' the left arm: There are a pair of strange ones.

will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be shall stand for his place. He received, in the rea perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary pulse of Tarquin, sewen hurts i' the body. bencher in the Capitol.

Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, — Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if there's nine that I knew. they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twentyare. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is tive wounds upon him. not worth the wagging of your beards; and your Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an beards deserve not so honourable a grave, as to stuff enemy's grave : [a shoul and flourish ] Hark! the a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's trumpets. pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; your predecessors, since Deucalion; though, perad- Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; venture, some of the best of them were hereditary Which being advanc'd, declines; and then men die. hangmen. Good e'en to your worships; more of

A senet. your conversation would infect my brain, being the

Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS and herdsmen of the beastly plebeians : I will be bold

Titus Lartius; between them, CORIOLANUS, to take my leave of you.

crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains, (Brutus and SICINIUS retire to the back of the scene.

Soldiers, and a Herald. Enler VOLUMNIA, Virgilia, and VALERIA, &c.

Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight

Within Corioli' gates : where he hath won, How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these were she earthly. no pobler,) whither do you follow In honour follows, Coriolanus :your eyes so fast?

Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus: ( Flourish. Vol.'Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius ap- AU. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus ! proaches; for the love of Juno, let's go.

Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; Men. Ha! Marcius coming home ?

Pray now, no more. Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most pros- Com. Look, sir, your mother,perous approbation.

Cor.

0! Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee :- You have, I know, petition'd all the gods Hoo! Marcius coming home?

For my prosperity.

(Kneels. Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.

Vol.

Nay, my good soldier, up; Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and hath another, his wife another; and, I think, there's By deed-achieving honour newly nam'd, ope at home for you.

What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee ?
Men. I will make my very house reel to-night:- But, О thy wife-
A letter for me?

Cor.

My gracious silence, hail : Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw it. Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come coffin'd Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate of

home, seven years' health ; in which time I will make a That weep'st to see me triumph ? Ah, my dear, lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescription Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear, in Galen is but empiricutick, and, to this preserva- And mothers that lack sons. tive, of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he Men,

Now the gods crown thee! not wounded ? he was wont to come home wounded. Cor. And live you yet ?-O my sweet lady, parVir. O, no, no, no.

don.

[To VALERIA. Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. Vol. I know not where to turn; welcome Men. So do I too, if it be not too much :-Brings

home; 'a victory in his pocket 7-The wounds become him. And welcome, general ;-And you are welcome ali.

Vol. On's brows, Menenius : he comes the third Men. A hundred thousand welcomes : I could time home with the oaken garland.

weep,

(conje : Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? And I could laugh; I am light and heavy : Wel.

Vol. Titus Lartius writes,-they fought together, A curse begin at very root of his heart, but Aufidius got off.

That is not glad to see thee !-You are three Men. And twas time for him too, I'll warrant That Rome should dote on : yet, by the faith of men, him that: an he had staid by him, I would not have we have some old crab-trees here at home, that will been so Fidiusid for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them.

the senate possessed of this ? Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors. Vol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the We call a nettle, but a pettle; and senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives The faults of fools, but folly. my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this Com,

Ever right. action outdone his former deeds doubly.

Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.
Vol. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him. Her. Give way there, and go on.
Men. Wondrous ? ay, I warrant you, and not Cor

Pour hand, and yours without his true purchasing.

[ To his wife and mother Vir. The gods grant them true!

Ere in our own house I do shade my head, Vol. True ? pow, wow.

The good patricians must be visited; Men. True I'll be sworn they are true:- From whom I have receir'd not only greetings, Where is he wounded ?-God save your good wor- But with them change of honours. ships! (To the Tribunes, who come forward.) Ma.. Vul,

I have lived

not

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