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And three Examples of the like have been
Within my Age. But reason with the Fellow
Before you punish him, where he heard this,
Left you shall chance to whip your Informatior,
And beat the Messenger, who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.
Sic. Tell not me: I know this cannot be:
Bru. Not possible.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes. The Nobles in great Earnestness are going
All to the Senate-house ; some News is come
That turns their Countenances.
Sic. 'Tis this Slave:
Go whip him 'fore the Peoples Eyes: His raising;
Nothing but his Report.
Mes. Yes, worthy Sir.
The Slave's Report is seconded, and more,
More fearful is delivered.
Sic. What more fearful?
Mes. It is spoke freely out of many Mouths,
How probable I do not know, that Martins
Join'd with Aufidius, leads a Power 'gainst Rome,
And vows Revenge as spacious, as between
The youngest and oldest thing.
Sic. This is most likely.
Bru. Rais'd only, that the weaker sort
with Good Martius home again.
Sic. The very trick on't.
Men. This is unlikely,
Heland Aufidius can no more atone,
Than violent'st Contrariety.
Mes. You are sent for to the Senate :
A fearful Army, led by Caius Martins,
Associated with Aufidius, rages
Upon our Territories, and have already
o'er-born their way, confum'd with Fire, and took
What lay before them.
Com. Oh, you have made good work.
Men. What News? What News
Com. You have holp to ravish your own Daughters, and To melt the City Leads upon your Pates, To see your Wives dishonour'd to your Noses.
Men. What's the news? What's the news?
Com. Your Temples burn'd in their Cement, and
Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confind
Into an Auger's bore.
Men. Pray now the News?
You have made fair work, I fear me: pray, your news
If Martius should be joyned with the Volfcians.
Com. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
Made by some other Deity than Nature,
That shapes Man better; and they follow him
Against us Brat', with no less Confidence,
Than Boys pursuing Summer Butter-flies,
Or Butchers killing Flies.
Men. You have made good work,
You and your Apron men; you that stood so much
Upon the Voice of Occupation, and
The Breath of Garlick-eaters.
Com. He'll shake your Rome about your Ears.
Men. As Hercules did shake down mellow Fruit: You have made fair work.
Bru. But is this true, Sir ?
Com. Ay, and you'll look pale
Before you find it other. All the Regions
Do smilingly revolt, and who resists
Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
And perish constant Fools: Who is't can blame him?
Your Enemies and his find something in him.
Men. We are all undone, unless
The Noble Man have Mercy.
Com. Who shall ask it ?
The Tribunes cannot do’t for shame; the People
Deserve such pity of him, as the Wolf
Do's of the Shepherds: For his best Friends, if they
Shou'd say, be good to Rome, they charg'd him, even,
As those should do that had deserv'd his Hate,
And therein shew'd like Enemies.
Me. 'Tis ttue, if he were putting to my House, the Brand
That would consume it, I have not the Face
To say, beseech you cease. You have made fair Hands,
You and your Crafts! you have crafted fair!
Com. You have brought
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
So incapable of help.
Tri. Say not we brought it.
Men. How? Was't we? We lov'd him;
But, like Beasts and cowardly Nobles,
Gave Way unto your Clusters, who did hoot
Him out o'th' City.
Com. But I fear
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
The second Name of Men, obeys his points
As if he were his Officer : Desperation,
Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence
That Rome can make against them.
Enter a Troop of Citizens
Men. Here come the Clusters.
And is Aufidius with him? You are they
That made the Air unwholloine, when you
Your stinking, greafie Caps, in hooting
At Coriolanus's Exile. Now he's coming,
And not a Hair upon a Soldiers Head
Which will not prove a Whip: as many Coxcombs
As you threw Caps up, will he tumble down,
And pay you for your Voices. 'Tis no matter,
If he shou'd burn us all into one Coal,
We have deserv'd it.
Omnes, Faith, we hear fearful News.
I Cit. For mine own part,
When I said banish him, I said 'twas Pity.
2 Cit. And so did I.
3 Cit. And so did I; and to say the truth, so did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best. And tho' we willingly consented to his Banishment, yet it was against our Will.
Com. Y'are goodly things; you Voices !
Men. You have made you good work, You and your Cry. Shall's to the Capitol
Com. Oh, Ay, what else?
[Exeunt. Sic. Go, Masters, get you Home, be no dismaid. These are a Side, that wou'd be glad to have This true, which they so seem to fear, Go Home And thew no sign of Fear
i Cit. The Gods be good to us: Come, Masters, let's Home. I ever said we were i'th' wrong, when we banish'd him. 2 Cit. So did we alls but come, let's Home,
[Ex. Cit. Bru. I do. not like this News. Sic. Nor I.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol; would half my Wealth
Would buy this for a Lie
Sic. Pray let's go.
[Exeunt Tribunes. SCENE V. A A Camp. .
Enter Aufidius with bis Lieutenant.
Auf. Do they still flie to th’ Roman?
Lies. I do not know what Witchcraft's in him ; buc
Your Soldiers use him as the Grace 'fore Meat,
Their talk at Table, and their thanks at end;
And you are darken'd in this Action, Sir,
Even by your own.
Auf. I cannot help it now,
Unleis, by using means, I lame the Foot
Of our Design. He bears himself more proudly
Even to my Person, that I thought he would
When first I did embrace him. Yet his Nature
In that's no Changeling, and I must excuse
What cannot be amended.
Licu. Yet I wish, Sir,
(I mean for your particular) you had not
Join'd in Commission with him; but either have bora
The a&ion of your self, or else to him had left it solely.
Auf. I understand thee well, and be thou sure,
When he shall come to his account, he knows not
What I can urge against him, although it seems
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
To th' vulgar Eye, that he bears all things fairly,
And shews good Husbandry for the Volscian State,
Fights Dragon-like, and does atchieve as soon
As draw his Sword: Yet he hath left undone
That which shall break his Neck, or hazard mine,
When e'er we come to our Account.
Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think
Auf. All places yield to him e'er he fits down,
And the Nobility of Rome are his:
The Senators and Patricians love him too :
The Tribunes are no Soldiers; and their People
Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome,
As is the Aspray to the Fish, who takes it
By Soveraignty of Nature. First, he was
A noble Servant to them, but he could not
Carry his Honours even; whether 'twas Pride,
Which out of daily Fortune ever taints
The happy Man; whether defe& of Judgment,
To fail in the disposing of those Chances
Which he was Lord of ; or whether Nature,
Not to be other than one thing, not moving
From th' Cask to th’ Cushion, but commanding Peace
Even with the same austerity and garb,
As he controlld the War. But one of these,
(As he hath spices of them all) not all,
For I dare so far free him, made him fear'd,
So hated, and so banish'd; but he has a Merit
To choak it in the utt'rance : So our Virtues,
Lye in th' interpretation of the time,
And Power, unto it self most commendable,
Hath not a Tomb so evident as a Chair
T'extol what it hath done.
One Fire drives out one Fire; one Nail, one Nail;
Rights Rights fouler, Strengths by Strengths do fail.
Come let's away ; when, Caius, Rome is thine,
Thou art poor'it of all, then shortly art thou mine.