The Tragedy of Coriolanus

SCENE V. Rome. A street near the gate

[Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, VALERIA, &c., accompanied by Senators,

 
Patricians, and Citizens.]
 

FIRST SENATOR

 
Behold our patroness, the life of Rome!
Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,
And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them:
Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,
Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;
Cry, 'Welcome, ladies, welcome!' —
 

ALL

 
Welcome, ladies,
Welcome!
 

[Exeunt.]

SCENE VI. Antium. A public place

[Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with attendants.]

AUFIDIUS

 
Go tell the lords o' the city I am here:
Deliver them this paper; having read it,
Bid them repair to the market-place: where I,
Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,
Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse
The city ports by this hath enter'd and
Intends t' appear before the people, hoping
To purge himself with words: despatch.
 

[Exeunt attendants.]

[Enter three or four CONSPIRATORS of AUFIDIUS' faction.]

 
Most welcome!
 

FIRST CONSPIRATOR

 
How is it with our general?
 

AUFIDIUS

 
Even so
As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
And with his charity slain.
 

SECOND CONSPIRATOR

 
Most noble sir,
If you do hold the same intent wherein
You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
Of your great danger.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
Sir, I cannot tell:
We must proceed as we do find the people.
 

THIRD CONSPIRATOR

 
The people will remain uncertain whilst
'Twixt you there's difference: but the fall of either
Makes the survivor heir of all.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
I know it;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
Mine honour for his truth: who being so heighten'd,
He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery,
Seducing so my friends; and to this end
He bow'd his nature, never known before
But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
 

THIRD CONSPIRATOR

 
Sir, his stoutness
When he did stand for consul, which he lost
By lack of stooping, —
 

AUFIDIUS

 
That I would have spoken of:
Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth;
Presented to my knife his throat: I took him;
Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way
In all his own desires; nay, let him choose
Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
My best and freshest men; serv'd his designments
In mine own person; holp to reap the fame
Which he made all his; and took some pride
To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,
I seem'd his follower, not partner; and
He wag'd me with his countenance as if
I had been mercenary.
 

FIRST CONSPIRATOR

 
So he did, my lord:
The army marvell'd at it; and, in the last,
When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd
For no less spoil than glory, —
 

AUFIDIUS

 
There was it; —
For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him.
At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour
Of our great action: therefore shall he die,
And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!
 

[Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the people.]

FIRST CONSPIRATOR

 
Your native town you enter'd like a post,
And had no welcomes home; but he returns
Splitting the air with noise.
 

SECOND CONSPIRATOR

 
And patient fools,
Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear
With giving him glory.
 

THIRD CONSPIRATOR

 
Therefore, at your vantage,
Ere he express himself or move the people
With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
Which we will second. When he lies along,
After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury
His reasons with his body.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
Say no more:
Here come the lords.
 

[Enter the LORDS of the city.]

LORDS

 
You are most welcome home.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
I have not deserv'd it.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perus'd
What I have written to you?
 

LORDS

 
We have.
 

FIRST LORD

 
And grieve to hear't.
What faults he made before the last, I think
Might have found easy fines: but there to end
Where he was to begin, and give away
The benefit of our levies, answering us
With our own charge: making a treaty where
There was a yielding. – This admits no excuse.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
He approaches: you shall hear him.
 

[Enter CORIOLANUS, with drum and colours; a crowd of Citizens with him.]

CORIOLANUS

 
Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier;
No more infected with my country's love
Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
Under your great command. You are to know
That prosperously I have attempted, and
With bloody passage led your wars even to
The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
Do more than counterpoise a full third part
The charges of the action. We have made peace
With no less honour to the Antiates
Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
Together with the seal o' the senate, what
We have compounded on.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
Read it not, noble lords;
But tell the traitor, in the highest degree
He hath abus'd your powers.
 

CORIOLANUS

 
Traitor! – How now?
 

AUFIDIUS

 
Ay, traitor, Marcius.
 

CORIOLANUS

 
Marcius!
 

AUFIDIUS

 
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
He has betray'd your business, and given up,
For certain drops of salt, your city Rome, —
I say your city, – to his wife and mother;
Breaking his oath and resolution, like
A twist of rotten silk; never admitting
Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory;
That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
Look'd wondering each at others.
 

CORIOLANUS

 
Hear'st thou, Mars?
 

AUFIDIUS

 
Name not the god, thou boy of tears, —
 

CORIOLANUS

 
Ha!
 

AUFIDIUS

 
No more.
 

CORIOLANUS

 
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.
 

FIRST LORD

 
Peace, both, and hear me speak.
 

CORIOLANUS

 
Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me. – Boy! False hound!
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. – Boy!
 

AUFIDIUS

 
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?
 

CONSPIRATORS

 
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, —
 

SECOND 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,
And trouble not the peace.
 

CORIOLANUS

 
O that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword!
 

AUFIDIUS

 
Insolent villain!
 

CONSPIRATORS

 
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
 

[AUFIDIUS and the CONSPIRATORS draw, and kill CORIOLANUS,who falls. AUFIDIUS stands on him.]

 

LORDS

 
Hold, hold, hold, hold!
 

AUFIDIUS

 
My noble masters, hear me speak.
 

FIRST LORD

 
O Tullus, —
 

SECOND LORD

 
Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
 

THIRD LORD

 
Tread not upon him. – Masters all, be quiet;
Put up your swords.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
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.
 

FIRST LORD

 
Bear from hence his body,
And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
As the most noble corse that ever herald
Did follow to his um.
 

SECOND LORD

 
His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.
 

AUFIDIUS

 
My rage is gone;
And I am struck with sorrow. – Take him up: —
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. —
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully;
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory. —
Assist.
 

[Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead march sounded.]