Auf.
Where is this fellow?

2. S.

Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.

Auf.
Whence com'st thou? and what wouldest thou? Thy name?
Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name?

Cor.
If, Tullus,14Q1000 [unmuffling.
Not yet thou know'st me, and, seeing me, dost not take me
To be the ^note man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.

Auf.
What is thy name? [Servants retire.

Cor.
A name unmusical to the Volcians' ears, ^note
And harsh in sound to thine.

Auf.
Say, what's thy name?
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't: though thy tackle's torn,
Thou shew'st a noble vessel: What's thy name?

Cor.
Prepare thy brow to frown: Know'st thou me yet?

Auf.
I know thee not; Thy name?

Cor.
My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volcians,
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service,
The extream dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are requited
But with that surname; a good memory
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou should'st ^note bear me, only that name remains:
The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope
(Mistake me not) to save my life; for if
I had fear'd death, of all the men i'the world
I'd have avoided ^note thee: but in meer spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,
Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight,
And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits to thee; for I will fight
Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends. But if so be
Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am
Longer to live most weary, and present
My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice:

Which not to cut, would shew thee but a fool;
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.

Auf.
O Marcius, Marcius,
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from yon' cloud speak divine things, and say,
'Tis true, I'd not believe them more than thee,
All noble Marcius. O, let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against ^note
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd ^note the moon14Q1001 with splinters! Here I clip
The anvil of my sword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I lov'd the maid I marry'd, never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride ^note my threshold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm for't: Thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel ^note else to Rome, but that

Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.

Cor.
You bless me, gods!

Auf.
Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
The leading of thine own revenges, take
The one half of my commission; and set down,—
As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
Thy country's strength and weakness,—thine own ways:
Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
To fright them, ere destroy. But come, come in;
Let me commend thee ^note first to those, that shall
Say, yea, to your desires. A thousand welcomes!
And more a friend than e'er an enemy;
Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: Most welcome. [Exeunt Coriolanus, and Aufidius.

3. S. [advancing]

Here's a strange alteration!

2. S.

By my hand, I had thought to have strooken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his cloaths made a false report of him.

3. S.

What an arm he has! He turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.

2. S.

Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought,— I cannot tell how to term it.

3. S.

He had so; looking, as it were,—'Would I were

hang'd, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.

2. S.

So did I, I'll be sworn: He is simply the rarest man i'the world.

3. S.

I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.

2. S.

Who? my master?

3. S.

Nay, it's no matter for that.

2. S.

Worth six of him.

3. S.

Nay, not so, neither: but I take him to be the greater soldier.

2. S.

'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.

3. S.

Ay, and for an assault too.

1. S.

O, slaves, I can tell you news; news, you rascals.

2. 3.

What, what, what? let's partake.

1. S.

I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lief be a condemn'd man.

2. 3.

Wherefore, wherefore?

1. S.

Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general, Caius Marcius.

3. S.

Why do you, say, thwack our general?

1. S.

I do not say, thwack our general; but he was always good enough for him.

2. S.

Come, we are fellows, and friends: he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.

3. S.

He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on't: before Corioli, he scotch'd him and notch'd him like a carbonado.

2. S.

An he had been canibally given, he might have broil'd ^note and eaten him too.

3. S.

But, more of thy news?

1. S.

Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son and heir to Mars: set at upper end o'the table: no question ask'd him by any of the senators, but they stand bald before him: Our general himself makes a mistress of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns up the white o'the eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is cut i'the middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday: for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of the whole table. He will go, he says, and sowle the porter of Rome gates by the ears: He will mow down all before him, and leave his passage poll'd.

2. S.

And he's as like to do't, as any man I can imagine.

1. S.

Do't? he will do't: For, look you, sir, he has as many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, (as it were) durst not (look you, sir) shew themselves (as we term it) his friends, whilst he's in directitude.

3. S.

Directitude! what's that?14Q1002

1. S.

But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.

3. S.

But when goes this forward?

1. S.

To-morrow, to-day, presently; you shall have the drum strook up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.

2. S.

Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is good for nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.

3. S.

Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it's sprightly, waking ^note, audible,

and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mull'd, deaf, asleep ^note, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than war's ^{note note} a destroyer of men.

2. S.

'Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to be a ravisher; so it cannot be deny'd, but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.

3. S.

Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

1. S.

Reason; because they then less need one another. The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap as Volcians.—They are rising, they are rising.

2. 3.

In, in, in, in.