Corio. You blesse me G.o.ds
Auf. Therefore most absolute Sir, if thou wilt haue The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take Th" one halfe of my Commission, and set downe As best thou art experienc"d, since thou know"st Thy Countries strength and weaknesse, thine own waies Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in, Let me commend thee first, to those that shall Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes, And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie, Yet Martius that was much. Your hand: most welcome.
Exeunt.
Enter two of the Seruingmen.
1 Heere"s a strange alteration?
2 By my hand, I had thoght to haue stroken him with a Cudgell, and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made a false report of him
1 What an Arme he has, he turn"d me about with his finger and his thumbe, as one would set vp a Top
2 Nay, I knew by his face that there was some-thing in him. He had sir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot tell how to tearme it
1 He had so, looking as it were, would I were hang"d but I thought there was more in him, then I could think
2 So did I, Ile be sworne: He is simply the rarest man i"th" world
1 I thinke he is: but a greater soldier then he, You wot one
2 Who my Master?
1 Nay, it"s no matter for that
2 Worth six on him
1 Nay not so neither: but I take him to be the greater Souldiour
2 Faith looke you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the Defence of a Towne, our Generall is excellent
1 I, and for an a.s.sault too.
Enter the third Seruingman.
3 Oh Slaues, I can tell you Newes, News you Rascals Both. What, what, what? Let"s partake
3 I would not be a Roman of all Nations; I had as liue be a condemn"d man
Both. Wherefore? Wherefore?
3 Why here"s he that was wont to thwacke our Generall, Caius Martius
1 Why do you say, thwacke our Generall?
3 I do not say thwacke our Generall, but he was alwayes good enough for him 2 Come we are fellowes and friends: he was euer too hard for him, I haue heard him say so himselfe
1 He was too hard for him directly, to say the Troth on"t before Corioles, he scotcht him, and notcht him like a Carbinado
2 And hee had bin Cannibally giuen, hee might haue boyld and eaten him too
1 But more of thy Newes
3 Why he is so made on heere within, as if hee were Son and Heire to Mars, set at vpper end o"th" Table: No question askt him by any of the Senators, but they stand bald before him. Our Generall himselfe makes a Mistris of him, Sanctifies himselfe with"s hand, and turnes vp the white o"th" eye to his Discourse. But the bottome of the Newes is, our Generall is cut i"th" middle, & but one halfe of what he was yesterday. For the other ha"s halfe, by the intreaty and graunt of the whole Table. Hee"l go he sayes, and sole the Porter of Rome Gates by th" eares. He will mowe all downe before him, and leaue his pa.s.sage poul"d
2 And he"s as like to do"t, as any man I can imagine
3 Doo"t? he will doo"t: for look you sir, he has as many Friends as Enemies: which Friends sir as it were, durst not (looke you sir) shew themselues (as we terme it) his Friends, whilest he"s in Direct.i.tude
1 Direct.i.tude? What"s that?
3 But when they shall see sir, his Crest vp againe, and the man in blood, they will out of their Burroughes (like Conies after Raine) and reuell all with him
1 But when goes this forward: 3 To morrow, to day, presently, you shall haue the Drum strooke vp this afternoone: "Tis as it were a parcel of their Feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips
2 Why then wee shall haue a stirring World againe: This peace is nothing, but to rust Iron, encrease Taylors, and breed Ballad-makers
1 Let me haue Warre say I, it exceeds peace as farre as day do"s night: It"s sprightly walking, audible, and full of Vent. Peace, is a very Apoplexy, Lethargie, mull"d, deafe, sleepe, insensible, a getter of more b.a.s.t.a.r.d Children, then warres a destroyer of men
2 "Tis so, and as warres in some sort may be saide to be a Rauisher, so it cannot be denied, but peace is a great maker of Cuckolds
1 I, and it makes men hate one another
3 Reason, because they then lesse neede one another: The Warres for my money. I hope to see Romanes as cheape as Volcians. They are rising, they are rising
Both. In, in, in, in.
Exeunt.
Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus.
Sicin. We heare not of him, neither need we fear him, His remedies are tame, the present peace, And quietnesse of the people, which before Were in wilde hurry. Heere do we make his Friends Blush, that the world goes well: who rather had, Though they themselues did suffer by"t, behold Dissentious numbers pestring streets, then see Our Tradesmen singing in their shops, and going About their Functions friendly.
Enter Menenius.
Bru. We stood too"t in good time. Is this Menenius?
Sicin. "Tis he, "tis he: O he is grown most kind of late: Haile Sir
Mene. Haile to you both
Sicin. Your Coriola.n.u.s is not much mist, but with his Friends: the Commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, were he more angry at it
Mene. All"s well, and might haue bene much better, if he could haue temporiz"d
Sicin. Where is he, heare you?
Mene. Nay I heare nothing: His Mother and his wife, heare nothing from him.
Enter three or foure Citizens.
All. The G.o.ds preserue you both
Sicin. Gooden our Neighbours
Bru. Gooden to you all, gooden to you all
1 Our selues, our wiues, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both