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That prosperously I have attempted, and
The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
The charges of the action. We have made peace
Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
Together with the seal o' the senate, what
Read it not, noble lords
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
Cor. Traitor!-How now!
Ay, traitor, Marcius.
Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius. Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus in Corioli?
You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously
Hear'st thou, Mars?
Auf. No more.
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!— Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion,
Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that must bear My beating to his grave,-shall join to thrust
The lie unto him.
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it.-Boy!
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?
Let him die for't.
Citizens. Tear him to pieces, do it presently: he killed my son;-my daughter;-he killed my cousin Marcus;-he killed my father,
2 Lord. Peace, ho!-no outrage;-peace!
The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o' the earth.
His last offences to us
Shall have judicious hearing.—Stand, Aufidius,
O that I had him,
Conspirators. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
[AUF. and the Conspirators draw, and kill COR., who falls: AUF. stands on him. Hold, hold, hold, hold!
Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
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 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
Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure.
Bear from hence his body,
And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
Did follow to his urn.
His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
My rage is gone;
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
[Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead march sounded.
LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, Messala, YOUNG CATO, and VOLUMNIUS,-Friends to BRUTUS and CASSIUS.
VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, DARDANIUS, -Servants to BRUTUS.
PINDARUS, Servant to CASSIUS.
CALPHURNIA, Wife to CESAR.
PORTIA, Wife to BRUTUS.
Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.
SCENE,-During a great part of the Play at ROME; afterwards at SARDIS, and near PHILIPPI.