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card_15207.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>15207</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act V, Scene VI</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE VI: Antium. A public place.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants.}AUFIDIUS: Go tell the lords o‚Äô 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‚Äô ears,Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuseThe city ports by this hath enter‚Äôd andIntends to appear before the people, hopingTo purge herself with words: dispatch. [Exeunt Attendants.] {Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUS‚Äô faction.}Most welcome!First Conspirator: How is it with our general?AUFIDIUS: Even soAs with a man by his own alms empoison‚Äôd,And with his charity slain.Second Conspirator: Most noble sir,If you do hold the same intent whereinYou wish‚Äôd us parties, we‚Äôll deliver youOf 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‚ÄôTwixt you there‚Äôs difference; but the fall of eitherMakes the survivor heir of all.AUFIDIUS: I know it;And my pretext to strike at him admitsA good construction. I raised him, and I pawn‚ÄôdMine honour for his truth: who being so heighten‚Äôd,He water‚Äôd his new plants with dews of flattery,Seducing so my friends; and, to this end,He bow‚Äôd his nature, never known beforeBut to be rough, unswayable and free.Third Conspirator: Sir, his stoutnessWhen he did stand for consul, which he lostBy lack of stooping,‚ÄîAUFIDIUS: That I would have spoke of:Being banish‚Äôd for‚Äôt, he came unto my hearth;Presented to my knife his throat: I took him;Made him joint-servant with me; gave him wayIn all his own desires; nay, let him chooseOut of my files, his projects to accomplish,My best and freshest men; served his designmentsIn mine own person; holp to reap the fameWhich he did end all his; and took some prideTo do myself this wrong: till, at the last,I seem‚Äôd his follower, not partner, andHe waged me with his countenance, as ifI had been mercenary.First Conspirator: So he did, my lord:The army marvell‚Äôd at it, and, in the last,When he had carried Rome and that we look‚ÄôdFor no less spoil than glory,‚ÄîAUFIDIUS: There was it:For which my sinews shall be stretch‚Äôd upon him.At a few drops of women‚Äôs rheum, which areAs cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labourOf our great action: therefore shall he die,And I‚Äôll renew me in his fall. But, hark![Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People.]First Conspirator: Your native town you enter‚Äôd 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 tearWith giving him glory.Third Conspirator: Therefore, at your vantage,Ere he express himself, or move the peopleWith what he would say, let him feel your sword,Which we will second. When he lies along,After your way his tale pronounced shall buryHis reasons with his body.AUFIDIUS: Say no more:Here come the lords.{Enter the Lords of the city.}All The Lords: You are most welcome home.AUFIDIUS: I have not deserved it.But, worthy lords, have you with heed perusedWhat I have written to you?Lords: We have.First Lord: And grieve to hear‚Äôt.What faults he made before the last, I thinkMight have found easy fines: but there to endWhere he was to begin and give awayThe benefit of our levies, answering usWith our own charge, making a treaty whereThere was a yielding,‚Äîthis admits no excuse.AUFIDIUS: He approaches: you shall hear him.{Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drum and colours;commoners being with him.}CORIOLANUS: Hail, lords! I am return‚Äôd your soldier,No more infected with my country‚Äôs loveThan when I parted hence, but still subsistingUnder your great command. You are to knowThat prosperously I have attempted andWith bloody passage led your wars even toThe gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought homeDo more than counterpoise a full third partThe charges of the action. We have made peaceWith no less honour to the AntiatesThan shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,Together with the seal o‚Äô the senate, whatWe have compounded on.AUFIDIUS: Read it not, noble lords;But tell the traitor, in the high‚Äôst degreeHe hath abused your powers.CORIOLANUS: Traitor! how now!AUFIDIUS: Ay, traitor, Marcius!CORIOLANUS: Marcius!AUFIDIUS: Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou thinkI‚Äôll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol‚Äôn nameCoriolanus in Corioli?You lords and heads o‚Äô the state, perfidiouslyHe has betray‚Äôd your business, and given up,For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,I say ‚Äòyour city,‚Äô to his wife and mother;Breaking his oath and resolution likeA twist of rotten silk, never admittingCounsel o‚Äô the war, but at his nurse‚Äôs tearsHe whined and roar‚Äôd away your victory,That pages blush‚Äôd at him and men of heartLook‚Äôd wondering each at other.CORIOLANUS: Hear‚Äôst thou, Mars?AUFIDIUS: Name not the god, thou boy of tears!CORIOLANUS: Ha!AUFIDIUS: No more.CORIOLANUS: Measureless liar, thou hast made my heartToo great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!Pardon me, lords, ‚Äôtis the first time that everI was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion‚ÄîWho wears my stripes impress‚Äôd upon him; thatMust bear my beating to his grave‚Äîshall joinTo 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, ‚Äôtis there,That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, IFlutter‚Äôd 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,‚ÄôFore your own eyes and ears?All Conspirators: Let him die for‚Äôt.All The People: ‚ÄòTear him to pieces.‚Äô ‚ÄòDo it presently.‚Äô ‚ÄòHe kill‚Äôd my son.‚Äô ‚ÄòMy daughter.‚Äô ‚ÄòHe killed my cousin Marcus.‚Äô ‚ÄòHe killed my father.‚ÄôSecond Lord: Peace, ho! no outrage: peace!The man is noble and his fame folds-inThis orb o‚Äô the earth. His last offences to usShall 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!All Conspirators: Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him![The Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS:AUFIDIUS stands on his body]Lords: Hold, hold, hold, hold!AUFIDIUS: My noble masters, hear me speak.First Lord: O Tullus,‚ÄîSecond 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‚Äîas in this rage,Provoked by him, you cannot‚Äîthe great dangerWhich this man‚Äôs life did owe you, you‚Äôll rejoiceThat he is thus cut off. Please it your honoursTo call me to your senate, I‚Äôll deliverMyself your loyal servant, or endureYour heaviest censure.First Lord: Bear from hence his body;And mourn you for him: let him be regardedAs the most noble corse that ever heraldDid follow to his urn.Second Lord: His own impatienceTakes from Aufidius a great part of blame.Let‚Äôs make the best of it.AUFIDIUS: My rage is gone;And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.Help, three o‚Äô the chiefest soldiers; I‚Äôll be one.Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city heHath widow‚Äôd 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.] </text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_15037.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>15037</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act V, Scene V</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE V: The same. A street near the gate.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter two Senators with VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, VALERIA, &c. passing over the stage, followed by Patricians and others.}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‚Äôd Marcius,Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;Cry ‚ÄòWelcome, ladies, welcome!‚ÄôAll: Welcome, ladies,Welcome![A flourish with drums and trumpets. Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_14651.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>14651</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act V, Scene IV</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE IV: Rome. A public place.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS.}MENENIUS: See you yond <a href="#" class="group">coign</a> o‚Äô the Capitol, yond corner-stone?SICINIUS: Why, what of that?MENENIUS: If it be possible for you to displace itwith your little finger, there is some hope the ladiesof Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him.But I say there is no hope in‚Äôt: our throats aresentenced and stay upon execution.SICINIUS: Is‚Äôt possible that so short a time can alter thecondition of a man!MENENIUS: There is differency between a grub and a butterfly;yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from manto dragon: he has wings; he‚Äôs more than a creeping thing.SICINIUS: He loved his mother dearly.MENENIUS: So did he me: and he no more remembershis mother now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartnessof his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, hemoves like an engine, and the ground shrinks beforehis treading: he is able to pierce a corslet withhis eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is abattery. He sits in his state, as a thing made forAlexander. What he bids be done is finished withhis bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternityand a heaven to throne in.SICINIUS: Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.MENENIUS: I paint him in the character. Mark what mercyhis mother shall bring from him: there is no more mercyin him than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall ourpoor city find: and all this is long of you.SICINIUS: The gods be good unto us!MENENIUS: No, in such a case the gods will not be goodunto us. When we banished him, we respected not them;and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.{Enter a Messenger.}Messenger: Sir, if you‚Äôld save your life, fly to your house:The plebeians have got your fellow-tribuneAnd hale him up and down, all swearing, ifThe Roman ladies bring not comfort home,They‚Äôll give him death by inches.{Enter a second Messenger.}SICINIUS: What‚Äôs the news?Second Messenger: Good news, good news; the ladies have prevail‚Äôd,The Volscians are dislodged, and Marcius gone:A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.SICINIUS: Friend,Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain?Second Messenger: As certain as I know the sun is fire:Where have you lurk‚Äôd, that you make doubt of it?Ne‚Äôer through an arch so hurried the blown tide,As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you! [Trumpets; hautboys; drums beat; all together.]The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and fifes,Tabours and cymbals and the shouting Romans,Make the sun dance. Hark you![A shout within.]MENENIUS: This is good news:I will go meet the ladies. This VolumniaIs worth of consuls, senators, patricians,A city full; of tribunes, such as you,A sea and land full. You have pray‚Äôd well to-day:This morning for ten thousand of your throatsI‚Äôd not have given a <a href="#" class="group">doit</a>. Hark, how they joy![Music still, with shouts.]SICINIUS: First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next,Accept my thankfulness.Second Messenger: Sir, we have allGreat cause to give great thanks.SICINIUS: They are near the city?Second Messenger: Almost at point to enter.SICINIUS: We will meet them,And help the joy.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_14214.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>14214</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act V, Scene III</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE III: The tent of Coriolanus.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others.}CORIOLANUS: We will before the walls of Rome tomorrowSet down our host. My partner in this action,You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainlyI have borne this business.AUFIDIUS: Only their endsYou have respected; stopp‚Äôd your ears againstThe general suit of Rome; never admittedA private whisper, no, not with such friendsThat thought them sure of you.CORIOLANUS: This last old man,Whom with a crack‚Äôd heart I have sent to Rome,Loved me above the measure of a father;Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refugeWas to send him; for whose old love I have,Though I show‚Äôd sourly to him, once more offer‚ÄôdThe first conditions, which they did refuseAnd cannot now accept; to grace him onlyThat thought he could do more, a very littleI have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits,Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafterWill I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this? [Shout within.]Shall I be tempted to infringe my vowIn the same time ‚Äôtis made? I will not. {Enter in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants.}My wife comes foremost; then the honour‚Äôd mouldWherein this trunk was framed, and in her handThe grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection!All bond and privilege of nature, break!Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.What is that curt‚Äôsy worth? or those doves‚Äô eyes,Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am notOf stronger earth than others. My mother bows;As if Olympus to a molehill shouldIn supplication nod: and my young boyHath an aspect of intercession, whichGreat nature cries ‚ÄòDeny not.‚Äô let the VolscesPlough Rome and harrow Italy: I‚Äôll neverBe such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,As if a man were author of himselfAnd knew no other kin.VIRGILIA: My lord and husband!CORIOLANUS: These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.VIRGILIA: The sorrow that delivers us thus changedMakes you think so.CORIOLANUS: Like a dull actor now,I have forgot my part, and I am out,Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,Forgive my tyranny; but do not sayFor that ‚ÄòForgive our Romans.‚Äô O, a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kissI carried from thee, dear; and my true lipHath virgin‚Äôd it e‚Äôer since. You gods! I prate,And the most noble mother of the worldLeave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i‚Äô the earth; [Kneels.]Of thy deep duty more impression showThan that of common sons.VOLUMNIA: O, stand up blest!Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,I kneel before thee; and unproperlyShow duty, as mistaken all this whileBetween the child and parent. [Kneels.]CORIOLANUS: What is this?Your knees to me? to your corrected son?Then let the pebbles on the hungry beachFillip the stars; then let the mutinous windsStrike the proud cedars ‚Äôgainst the fiery sun;Murdering impossibility, to makeWhat cannot be, slight work.VOLUMNIA: Thou art my warrior;I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?CORIOLANUS: The noble sister of Publicola,The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicleThat‚Äôs curdied by the frost from purest snowAnd hangs on Dian‚Äôs temple: dear Valeria!VOLUMNIA: This is a poor epitome of yours,Which by the interpretation of full timeMay show like all yourself.CORIOLANUS: The god of soldiers,With the consent of supreme Jove, informThy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst proveTo shame unvulnerable, and stick i‚Äô the warsLike a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,And saving those that eye thee!VOLUMNIA: Your knee, sirrah.CORIOLANUS: That‚Äôs my brave boy!VOLUMNIA: Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,Are suitors to you.CORIOLANUS: I beseech you, peace:Or, if you‚Äôld ask, remember this before:The thing I have forsworn to grant may neverBe held by you denials. Do not bid meDismiss my soldiers, or capitulateAgain with Rome‚Äôs mechanics: tell me notWherein I seem unnatural: desire notTo ally my rages and revenges withYour colder reasons.VOLUMNIA: O, no more, no more!You have said you will not grant us any thing;For we have nothing else to ask, but thatWhich you deny already: yet we will ask;That, if you fail in our request, the blameMay hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.CORIOLANUS: Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we‚ÄôllHear nought from Rome in private. Your request?VOLUMNIA: Should we be silent and not speak, our raimentAnd state of bodies would bewray what lifeWe have led since thy exile. Think with thyselfHow more unfortunate than all living womenAre we come hither: since that thy sight, which shouldMake our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts,Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow;Making the mother, wife and child to seeThe son, the husband and the father tearingHis country‚Äôs bowels out. And to poor weThine enmity‚Äôs most capital: thou barr‚Äôst usOur prayers to the gods, which is a comfortThat all but we enjoy; for how can we,Alas, how can we for our country pray.Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory,Whereto we are bound? alack, or we must loseThe country, our dear nurse, or else thy person,Our comfort in the country. We must findAn evident calamity, though we hadOur wish, which side should win: for either thouMust, as a foreign recreant, be ledWith manacles thorough our streets, or elseTriumphantly tread on thy country‚Äôs ruin,And bear the palm for having bravely shedThy wife and children‚Äôs blood. For myself, son,I purpose not to wait on fortune tillThese wars determine: if I cannot persuade theeRather to show a noble grace to both partsThan seek the end of one, thou shalt no soonerMarch to assault thy country than to tread‚ÄîTrust to‚Äôt, thou shalt not‚Äîon thy mother‚Äôs womb,That brought thee to this world.VIRGILIA: Ay, and mine,That brought you forth this boy, to keep your nameLiving to time.Young MARCIUS: A‚Äô shall not tread on me;I‚Äôll run away till I am bigger, but then I‚Äôll fight.CORIOLANUS: Not of a woman‚Äôs tenderness to be,Requires nor child nor woman‚Äôs face to see.I have sat too long. [Rising.]VOLUMNIA: Nay, go not from us thus.If it were so that our request did tendTo save the Romans, thereby to destroyThe Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us,As poisonous of your honour: no; our suitIs that you reconcile them: while the VolscesMay say ‚ÄòThis mercy we have show‚Äôd;‚Äô the Romans,‚ÄòThis we received;‚Äô and each in either sideGive the all-hail to thee and cry ‚ÄòBe blestFor making up this peace!‚Äô Thou know‚Äôst, great son,The end of war‚Äôs uncertain, but this certain,That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefitWhich thou shalt thereby reap is such a name,Whose repetition will be dogg‚Äôd with curses;Whose chronicle thus writ: ‚ÄòThe man was noble,But with his last attempt he wiped it out;Destroy‚Äôd his country, and his name remainsTo the ensuing age abhorr‚Äôd.‚Äô Speak to me, son:Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,To imitate the graces of the gods;To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o‚Äô the air,And yet to charge thy sulphur with a boltThat should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?Think‚Äôst thou it honourable for a noble manStill to remember wrongs? Daughter, speak you:He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy:Perhaps thy childishness will move him moreThan can our reasons. There‚Äôs no man in the worldMore bound to ‚Äôs mother; yet here he lets me prateLike one i‚Äô the stocks. Thou hast never in thy lifeShow‚Äôd thy dear mother any courtesy,When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood,Has cluck‚Äôd thee to the wars and safely home,Loaden with honour. Say my request‚Äôs unjust,And spurn me back: but if it be not so,Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee,That thou restrain‚Äôst from me the duty whichTo a mother‚Äôs part belongs. He turns away:Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees.To his surname Coriolanus ‚Äôlongs more prideThan pity to our prayers. Down: an end;This is the last: so we will home to Rome,And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold ‚Äôs:This boy, that cannot tell what he would haveBut kneels and holds up hands for fellowship,Does reason our petition with more strengthThan thou hast to deny ‚Äôt. Come, let us go:This fellow had a Volscian to his mother;His wife is in Corioli and his childLike him by chance. Yet give us our dispatch:I am hush‚Äôd until our city be a-fire,And then I‚Äôll speak a little.[He holds her by the hand, silent.]CORIOLANUS: O mother, mother!What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,The gods look down, and this unnatural sceneThey laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!You have won a happy victory to Rome;But, for your son,‚Äîbelieve it, O, believe it,Most dangerously you have with him prevail‚Äôd,If not most mortal to him. But, let it come.Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,I‚Äôll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius,Were you in my stead, would you have heardA mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?AUFIDIUS: I was moved withal.CORIOLANUS: I dare be sworn you were:And, sir, it is no little thing to makeMine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,What peace you‚Äôll make, advise me: for my part,I‚Äôll not to Rome, I‚Äôll back with you; and pray you,Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife!AUFIDIUS: [Aside] I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and thy honourAt difference in thee: out of that I‚Äôll workMyself a former fortune.[The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS.]CORIOLANUS: Ay, by and by; [To VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c.]But we will drink together; and you shall bearA better witness back than words, which we,On like conditions, will have counter-seal‚Äôd.Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserveTo have a temple built you: all the swordsIn Italy, and her confederate arms,Could not have made this peace.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_13875.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>13875</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act V, Scene II</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE II: Entrance of the Volscian camp before Rome. Two Sentinels on guard.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter to them, MENENIUS.}First Senator: Stay: whence are you?Second Senator: Stand, and go back.MENENIUS: You guard like men; ‚Äôtis well: but, by your leave,I am an officer of state, and comeTo speak with Coriolanus.First Senator: From whence?MENENIUS: From Rome.First Senator: You may not pass, you must return: our generalWill no more hear from thence.Second Senator: You‚Äôll see your Rome embraced with fire beforeYou‚Äôll speak with Coriolanus.MENENIUS: Good my friends,If you have heard your general talk of Rome,And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,My name hath touch‚Äôd your ears it is Menenius.First Senator: Be it so; go back: the virtue of your nameIs not here passable.MENENIUS: I tell thee, fellow,The general is my lover: I have beenThe book of his good acts, whence men have readHis name unparallel‚Äôd, haply amplified;For I have ever verified my friends,Of whom he‚Äôs chief, with all the size that verityWould without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praiseHave almost stamp‚Äôd the leasing: therefore, fellow,I must have leave to pass.First Senator: Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in hisbehalf as you have uttered words in your own, youshould not pass here; no, though it were as virtuousto lie as to live chastely. Therefore, go back.MENENIUS: Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,always factionary on the party of your general.Second Senator: Howsoever you have been his liar,as you say you have, I am one that, telling true underhim, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.MENENIUS: Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would notspeak with him till after dinner.First Senator: You are a Roman, are you?MENENIUS: I am, as thy general is.First Senator: Then you should hate Rome, as he does.Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the verydefender of them, and, in a violent popularignorance, given your enemy your shield, think tofront his revenges with the easy groans of oldwomen, the virginal palms of your daughters, or withthe palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant asyou seem to be? Can you think to blow out theintended fire your city is ready to flame in, withsuch weak breath as this? No, you are deceived;therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for yourexecution: you are condemned, our general has swornyou out of reprieve and pardon.MENENIUS: Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he woulduse me with estimation.Second Senator: Come, my captain knows you not.MENENIUS: I mean, thy general.First Senator: My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; lestI let forth your half-pint of blood; back,‚Äîthat‚Äôsthe utmost of your having: back.MENENIUS: Nay, but, fellow, fellow,‚Äî{Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.}CORIOLANUS: What‚Äôs the matter?MENENIUS: Now, you companion, I‚Äôll say an errand foryou: you shall know now that I am in estimation; you shallperceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me frommy son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainmentwith him, if thou standest not i‚Äô the state ofhanging, or of some death more long inspectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold nowpresently, and swoon for what‚Äôs to come upon thee. [To CORIOLANUS.]The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thyparticular prosperity, and love thee no worse thanthy old father Menenius does! O my son, my son!thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here‚Äôswater to quench it. I was hardly moved to come tothee; but being assured none but myself could movethee, I have been blown out of your gates withsighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thypetitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thywrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlethere,‚Äîthis, who, like a block, hath denied myaccess to thee.CORIOLANUS: Away!MENENIUS: How! away!CORIOLANUS: Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairsAre servanted to others: though I oweMy revenge properly, my remission liesIn Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, ratherThan pity note how much. Therefore, be gone.Mine ears against your suits are stronger thanYour gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee,Take this along; I writ it for thy sake [Gives a letter.]And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius,I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold‚Äôst!AUFIDIUS: You keep a constant temper.[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.]First Senator: Now, sir, is your name Menenius?Second Senator: ‚ÄôTis a spell, you see, of much power: you know theway home again.First Senator: Do you hear how we are shent for keeping yourgreatness back?Second Senator: What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?MENENIUS: I neither care for the world nor your general:for such things as you, I can scarce think there‚Äôs any,ye‚Äôre so slight. He that hath a will to die byhimself fears it not from another: let your generaldo his worst. For you, be that you are, long; andyour misery increase with your age! I say to you,as I was said to, Away! [Exit.]First Senator: A noble fellow, I warrant him.Second Senator: The worthy fellow is our general: he‚Äôs the rock, theoak not to be wind-shaken.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_13465.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>13465</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act V, Scene I</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE I: Rome. A public place.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and others.}MENENIUS: No, I‚Äôll not go: you hear what he hath saidWhich was sometime his general; who loved himIn a most dear particular. He call‚Äôd me father:But what o‚Äô that? Go, you that banish‚Äôd him;A mile before his tent fall down, and kneeThe way into his mercy: nay, if he coy‚ÄôdTo hear Cominius speak, I‚Äôll keep at home.COMINIUS: He would not seem to know me.MENENIUS: Do you hear?COMINIUS: Yet one time he did call me by my name:I urged our old acquaintance, and the dropsThat we have bled together. CoriolanusHe would not answer to: forbad all names;He was a kind of nothing, titleless,Till he had forged himself a name o‚Äô the fireOf burning Rome.MENENIUS: Why, so: you have made good work!A pair of tribunes that have rack‚Äôd for Rome,To make coals cheap,‚Äîa noble memory!COMINIUS: I minded him how royal ‚Äôtwas to pardonWhen it was less expected: he replied,It was a bare petition of a stateTo one whom they had punish‚Äôd.MENENIUS: Very well:Could he say less?COMINIUS: I offer‚Äôd to awaken his regardFor‚Äôs private friends: his answer to me was,He could not stay to pick them in a pileOf noisome musty chaff: he said ‚Äôtwas folly,For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,And still to nose the offence.MENENIUS: For one poor grain or two!I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child,And this brave fellow too, we are the grains:You are the musty chaff; and you are smeltAbove the moon: we must be burnt for you.SICINIUS: Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aidIn this so never-needed help, yet do notUpbraid‚Äôs with our distress. But, sure, if youWould be your country‚Äôs pleader, your good tongue,More than the instant army we can make,Might stop our countryman.MENENIUS: No, I‚Äôll not meddle.SICINIUS: Pray you, go to him.MENENIUS: What should I do?BRUTUS: Only make trial what your love can doFor Rome, towards Marcius.MENENIUS: Well, and say that MarciusReturn me, as Cominius is return‚Äôd,Unheard; what then?But as a discontented friend, grief-shotWith his unkindness? say‚Äôt be so?SICINIUS: Yet your good willMust have that thanks from Rome, after the measureAs you intended well.MENENIUS: I‚Äôll undertake ‚Äôt:I think he‚Äôll hear me. Yet, to bite his lipAnd hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me.He was not taken well; he had not dined:The veins unfill‚Äôd, our blood is cold, and thenWe pout upon the morning, are unaptTo give or to forgive; but when we have stuff‚ÄôdThese and these conveyances of our bloodWith wine and feeding, we have suppler soulsThan in our priest-like fasts: therefore I‚Äôll watch himTill he be dieted to my request,And then I‚Äôll set upon him.BRUTUS: You know the very road into his kindness,And cannot lose your way.MENENIUS: Good faith, I‚Äôll prove him,Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledgeOf my success. [Exit.]COMINIUS: He‚Äôll never hear him.SICINIUS: Not?COMINIUS: I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eyeRed as ‚Äôtwould burn Rome; and his injuryThe gaoler to his pity. I kneel‚Äôd before him;‚ÄôTwas very faintly he said ‚ÄòRise;‚Äô dismiss‚Äôd meThus, with his speechless hand: what he would do,He sent in writing after me; what he would not,Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:So that all hope is vain.Unless his noble mother, and his wife;Who, as I hear, mean to solicit himFor mercy to his country. Therefore, let‚Äôs hence,And with our fair entreaties haste them on.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_13191.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>13191</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act IV, Scene VII</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE VII: A camp, at a small distance from Rome.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter AUFIDIUS and his Lieutenant.}AUFIDIUS: Do they still fly to the Roman?Lieutenant: I do not know what witchcraft‚Äôs in him, butYour soldiers use him as the grace ‚Äôfore meat,Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;And you are darken‚Äôd in this action, sir,Even by your own.AUFIDIUS: I cannot help it now,Unless, by using means, I lame the footOf our design. He bears himself more proudlier,Even to my person, than I thought he wouldWhen first I did embrace him: yet his natureIn that‚Äôs no changeling; and I must excuseWhat cannot be amended.Lieutenant: Yet I wish, sir,‚ÄîI mean for your particular,‚Äîyou had notJoin‚Äôd in commission with him; but eitherHad borne the action of yourself, or elseTo him had left it solely.AUFIDIUS: I understand thee well; and be thou sure,When he shall come to his account, he knows notWhat I can urge against him. Although it seems,And so he thinks, and is no less apparentTo the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly.And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state,Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soonAs draw his sword; yet he hath left undoneThat which shall break his neck or hazard mine,Whene‚Äôer we come to our account.Lieutenant: Sir, I beseech you, think you he‚Äôll carry Rome?AUFIDIUS: All places yield to him ere he sits down;And the nobility of Rome are his:The senators and patricians love him too:The tribunes are no soldiers; and their peopleWill be as rash in the repeal, as hastyTo expel him thence. I think he‚Äôll be to RomeAs is the osprey to the fish, who takes itBy sovereignty of nature. First he wasA noble servant to them; but he could notCarry his honours even: whether ‚Äôtwas pride,Which out of daily fortune ever taintsThe happy man; whether defect of judgment,To fail in the disposing of those chancesWhich he was lord of; or whether nature,Not to be other than one thing, not movingFrom the casque to the cushion, but commanding peaceEven with the same austerity and garbAs he controll‚Äôd the war; but one of these‚ÄîAs he hath spices of them all, not all,For I dare so far free him‚Äîmade him fear‚Äôd,So hated, and so banish‚Äôd: but he has a merit,To choke it in the utterance. So our virtuesLie in the interpretation of the time:And power, unto itself most commendable,Hath not a tomb so evident as a chairTo extol what it hath done.One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.Come, let‚Äôs away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,Thou art poor‚Äôst of all; then shortly art thou mine.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_12595.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>12595</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act IV, Scene VI</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE VI: Rome. A public place.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.}SICINIUS: We hear not of him, neither need we fear him;His remedies are tame i‚Äô the present peaceAnd quietness of the people, which beforeWere in wild hurry. Here do we make his friendsBlush that the world goes well, who rather had,Though they themselves did suffer by‚Äôt, beholdDissentious numbers pestering streets than seeOur tradesmen with in their shops and goingAbout their functions friendly.BRUTUS: We stood to‚Äôt in good time. [Enter MENENIUS.]Is this Menenius?SICINIUS: ‚ÄôTis he,‚Äôtis he: O, he is grown most kind of late.Both Tribunes: Hail sir!MENENIUS: Hail to you both!SICINIUS: Your CoriolanusIs not much miss‚Äôd, but with his friends:The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do,Were he more angry at it.MENENIUS: All‚Äôs well; and might have been much better, ifHe could have temporized.SICINIUS: Where is he, hear you?MENENIUS: Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wifeHear nothing from him.{Enter three or four Citizens.}Citizens: The gods preserve you both!SICINIUS: God-den, our neighbours.BRUTUS: God-den to you all, god-den to you all.First Citizen: Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,Are bound to pray for you both.SICINIUS: Live, and thrive!BRUTUS: Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish‚Äôd CoriolanusHad loved you as we did.Citizens: Now the gods keep you!Both Tribunes: Farewell, farewell.[Exeunt Citizens.]SICINIUS: This is a happier and more comely timeThan when these fellows ran about the streets,Crying confusion.BRUTUS: Caius Marcius wasA worthy officer i‚Äô the war; but insolent,O‚Äôercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,Self-loving,‚ÄîSICINIUS: And affecting one sole throne,Without assistance.MENENIUS: I think not so.SICINIUS: We should by this, to all our lamentation,If he had gone forth consul, found it so.BRUTUS: The gods have well prevented it, and RomeSits safe and still without him.{Enter an √Üdile.}√Üdile: Worthy tribunes,There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,Reports, the Volsces with two several powersAre enter‚Äôd in the Roman territories,And with the deepest malice of the warDestroy what lies before ‚Äôem.MENENIUS: ‚ÄôTis Aufidius,Who, hearing of our Marcius‚Äô banishment,Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;Which were inshell‚Äôd when Marcius stood for Rome,And durst not once peep out.SICINIUS: Come, what talk youOf Marcius?BRUTUS: Go see this rumourer whipp‚Äôd. It cannot beThe Volsces dare break with us.MENENIUS: Cannot be!We have record that very well it can,And three examples of the like have beenWithin my age. But reason with the fellow,Before you punish him, where he heard this,Lest you shall chance to whip your informationAnd beat the messenger who bids bewareOf what is to be dreaded.SICINIUS: Tell not me:I know this cannot be.BRUTUS: Not possible.{Enter a Messenger.}Messenger: The nobles in great earnestness are goingAll to the senate-house: some news is comeThat turns their countenances.SICINIUS: ‚ÄôTis this slave;‚ÄîGo whip him, ‚Äôfore the people‚Äôs eyes:‚Äîhis raising;Nothing but his report.Messenger: Yes, worthy sir,The slave‚Äôs report is seconded; and more,More fearful, is deliver‚Äôd.SICINIUS: What more fearful?Messenger: It is spoke freely out of many mouths‚ÄîHow probable I do not know‚Äîthat Marcius,Join‚Äôd with Aufidius, leads a power ‚Äôgainst Rome,And vows revenge as spacious as betweenThe young‚Äôst and oldest thing.SICINIUS: This is most likely!BRUTUS: Raised only, that the weaker sort may wishGood Marcius home again.SICINIUS: The very trick on‚Äôt.MENENIUS: This is unlikely:He and Aufidius can no more atoneThan violentest contrariety.{Enter a second Messenger.}Second Messenger: You are sent for to the senate:A fearful army, led by Caius MarciusAssociated with Aufidius, ragesUpon our territories; and have alreadyO‚Äôerborne their way, consumed with fire, and tookWhat lay before them.{Enter COMINIUS.}COMINIUS: O, you have made good work!MENENIUS: What news? what news?COMINIUS: You have holp to ravish your own daughters andTo melt the city leads upon your pates,To see your wives dishonour‚Äôd to your noses,‚ÄîMENENIUS: What‚Äôs the news? what‚Äôs the news?COMINIUS: Your temples burned in their cement, andYour franchises, whereon you stood, confinedInto an auger‚Äôs bore.MENENIUS: Pray now, your news?You have made fair work, I fear me.‚ÄîPray, your news?‚ÄîIf Marcius should be join‚Äôd with Volscians,‚ÄîCOMINIUS: If!He is their god: he leads them like a thingMade by some other deity than nature,That shapes man better; and they follow him,Against us brats, with no less confidenceThan boys pursuing summer butterflies,Or butchers killing flies.MENENIUS: You have made good work,You and your apron-men; you that stood so muchUpon the voice of occupation andThe breath of garlic-eaters!COMINIUS: He will shakeYour Rome about your ears.MENENIUS: As HerculesDid shake down mellow fruit.You have made fair work!BRUTUS: But is this true, sir?COMINIUS: Ay; and you‚Äôll look paleBefore you find it other. All the regionsDo smilingly revolt; and who resistAre mock‚Äôd for valiant ignorance,And perish constant fools. Who is‚Äôt can blame him?Your enemies and his find something in him.MENENIUS: We are all undone, unlessThe noble man have mercy.COMINIUS: Who shall ask it?The tribunes cannot do‚Äôt for shame; the peopleDeserve such pity of him as the wolfDoes of the shepherds: for his best friends, if theyShould say ‚ÄòBe good to Rome,‚Äô they charged him evenAs those should do that had deserved his hate,And therein show‚Äôd like enemies.MENENIUS: ‚ÄôTis true:If he were putting to my house the brandThat should consume it, I have not the faceTo say ‚ÄòBeseech you, cease.‚Äô You have made fair hands,You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!COMINIUS: You have broughtA trembling upon Rome, such as was neverSo incapable of help.Both Tribunes: Say not we brought it.MENENIUS: How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beastsAnd cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,Who did hoot him out o‚Äô the city.COMINIUS: But I fearThey‚Äôll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,The second name of men, obeys his pointsAs if he were his officer: desperationIs all the policy, strength and defence,That Rome can make against them.{Enter a troop of Citizens.}MENENIUS: Here come the clusters.And is Aufidius with him? You are theyThat made the air unwholesome, when you castYour stinking greasy caps in hooting atCoriolanus‚Äô exile. Now he‚Äôs coming;And not a hair upon a soldier‚Äôs headWhich will not prove a whip: as many coxcombsAs you threw caps up will he tumble down,And pay you for your voices. ‚ÄôTis no matter;If he could burn us all into one coal,We have deserved it.Citizens: Faith, we hear fearful news.First Citizen: For mine own part,When I said, banish him, I said ‚Äôtwas pity.Second Citizen: And so did I.Third Citizen: And so did I; and, to say the truth, so didvery many of us: that we did, we did for the best; andthough we willingly consented to his banishment, yetit was against our will.COMINIUS: Ye‚Äôre goodly things, you voices!MENENIUS: You have madeGood work, you and your cry! Shall‚Äôs to the Capitol?COMINIUS: O, ay, what else?[Exeunt COMINIUS and MENENIUS.]SICINIUS: Go, masters, get you home; be not dismay‚Äôd:These are a side that would be glad to haveThis true which they so seem to fear. Go home,And show no sign of fear.First Citizen: The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let‚Äôs home.I ever said we were i‚Äô the wrong when we banished him.Second Citizen: So did we all. But, come, let‚Äôs home.[Exeunt Citizens.]BRUTUS: I do not like this news.SICINIUS: Nor I.BRUTUS: Let‚Äôs to the Capitol. Would half my wealthWould buy this for a lie!SICINIUS: Pray, let us go.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_10836.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>10836</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act IV, Scene V</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE V: The same. A hall in Aufidius‚Äôs house.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Music within. Enter a Servingman.}First Servingman: Wine, wine, wine! What serviceis here! I think our fellows are asleep. [Exit.]{Enter a second Servingman.}Second Servingman: Where‚Äôs Cotus? my master callsfor him. Cotus! [Exit.]{Enter CORIOLANUS.}CORIOLANUS: A goodly house: the feast smells well; but IAppear not like a guest.{Re-enter the first Servingman.}First Servingman: What would you have, friend? whence are you?Here‚Äôs no place for you: pray, go to the door. [Exit.]CORIOLANUS: I have deserved no better entertainment,In being Coriolanus.{Re-enter second Servingman.}Second Servingman: Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in hishead; that he gives entrance to such companions? Pray, get you out.CORIOLANUS: Away!Second Servingman: Away! get you away.CORIOLANUS: Now thou‚Äôrt troublesome.Second Servingman: Are you so brave? I‚Äôll have you talked with anon.{Enter a third Servingman. The first meets him.}Third Servingman: What fellow‚Äôs this?First Servingman: A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get himout of the house: prithee, call my master to him. [Retires.]Third Servingman: What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house.CORIOLANUS: Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.Third Servingman: What are you?CORIOLANUS: A gentleman.Third Servingman: A marvellous poor one.CORIOLANUS: True, so I am.Third Servingman: Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some otherstation; here‚Äôs no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.CORIOLANUS: Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits. [Pushes him away.]Third Servingman: What, you will not? Prithee, tell my masterwhat a strange guest he has here.Second Servingman: And I shall. [Exit.]Third Servingman: Where dwellest thou?CORIOLANUS: Under the canopy.Third Servingman: Under the canopy!CORIOLANUS: Ay.Third Servingman: Where‚Äôs that?CORIOLANUS: I‚Äô the city of kites and crows.Third Servingman: I‚Äô the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!Then thou dwellest with daws too?CORIOLANUS: No, I serve not thy master.Third Servingman: How, sir! do you meddle with my master?CORIOLANUS: Ay; ‚Äôtis an honester service than to meddle with thymistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy trencher, hence! [Beats him away. Exit third Servingman.]{Enter AUFIDIUS with the second Servingman.}AUFIDIUS: Where is this fellow?Second Servingman: Here, sir: I‚Äôld have beaten him like a dog,but for disturbing the lords within. [Retires.]AUFIDIUS: Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?Why speak‚Äôst not? speak, man: what‚Äôs thy name?CORIOLANUS: If, Tullus, [Unmuffling.]Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost notThink me for the man I am, necessityCommands me name myself.AUFIDIUS: What is thy name?CORIOLANUS: A name unmusical to the Volscians‚Äô ears,And harsh in sound to thine.AUFIDIUS: Say, what‚Äôs thy name?Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy faceBears a command in‚Äôt; though thy tackle‚Äôs torn.Thou show‚Äôst a noble vessel: what‚Äôs thy name?CORIOLANUS: Prepare thy brow to frown: know‚Äôst thou me yet?AUFIDIUS: I know thee not: thy name?CORIOLANUS: My name is Caius Marcius, who hath doneTo thee particularly and to all the VolscesGreat hurt and mischief; thereto witness mayMy surname, Coriolanus: the painful service,The extreme dangers and the drops of bloodShed for my thankless country are requitedBut with that surname; a good memory,And witness of the malice and displeasureWhich thou shouldst bear me: only that name remains;The cruelty and envy of the people,Permitted by our dastard nobles, whoHave all forsook me, hath devour‚Äôd the rest;And suffer‚Äôd me by the voice of slaves to beWhoop‚Äôd out of Rome. Now this extremityHath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope‚ÄîMistake me not‚Äîto save my life, for ifI had fear‚Äôd death, of all the men i‚Äô the worldI would have ‚Äôvoided thee, but in mere spite,To be full quit of those my banishers,Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hastA heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revengeThine own particular wrongs and stop those maimsOf shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight,And make my misery serve thy turn: so use itThat my revengeful services may proveAs benefits to thee, for I will fightAgainst my canker‚Äôd country with the spleenOf all the under fiends. But if so beThou darest not this and that to prove more fortunesThou‚Äôrt tired, then, in a word, I also amLonger to live most weary, and presentMy throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,Since I have ever follow‚Äôd thee with hate,Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country‚Äôs breast,And cannot live but to thy shame, unlessIt be to do thee service.AUFIDIUS: O Marcius, Marcius!Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heartA root of ancient envy. If JupiterShould from yond cloud speak divine things,And say ‚ÄòTis true,‚Äô I‚Äôld not believe them moreThan thee, all noble Marcius. Let me twineMine arms about that body, where againstMy grained ash an hundred times hath brokeAnd scarr‚Äôd the moon with splinters: here I clipThe anvil of my sword, and do contestAs hotly and as nobly with thy loveAs ever in ambitious strength I didContend against thy valour. Know thou first,I loved the maid I married; never manSigh‚Äôd truer breath; but that I see thee here,Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heartThan when I first my wedded mistress sawBestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,We have a power on foot; and I had purposeOnce more to hew thy target from thy brawn,Or lose mine arm for‚Äôt: thou hast beat me outTwelve several times, and I have nightly sinceDreamt of encounters ‚Äôtwixt thyself and me;We have been down together in my sleep,Unbuckling helms, fisting each other‚Äôs throat,And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but thatThou art thence banish‚Äôd, we would muster allFrom twelve to seventy, and pouring warInto the bowels of ungrateful Rome,Like a bold flood o‚Äôer-bear. O, come, go in,And take our friendly senators by the hands;Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,Who am prepared against your territories,Though not for Rome itself.CORIOLANUS: You bless me, gods!AUFIDIUS: Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt haveThe leading of thine own revenges, takeThe one half of my commission; and set down‚ÄîAs best thou art experienced, since thou know‚ÄôstThy country‚Äôs strength and weakness,‚Äîthine own ways;Whether to knock 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 shallSay yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!And more a friend than e‚Äôer an enemy;Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome![Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. The twoServingmen come forward.]First Servingman: Here‚Äôs a strange alteration!Second Servingman: By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him witha cudgel; and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a false report of him.First Servingman: What an arm he has! he turned me about with hisfinger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.Second Servingman: Nay, I knew by his face that there was something inhim: he had, sir, a kind of face, methought,‚ÄîI cannot tell how to term it.First Servingman: He had so; looking as it were ‚Äîwould I were hanged,but I thought there was more in him than I could think.Second Servingman: So did I, I‚Äôll be sworn: he is simply the rarestman i‚Äô the world.First Servingman: I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on.Second Servingman: Who, my master?First Servingman: Nay, it‚Äôs no matter for that.Second Servingman: Worth six on him.First Servingman: Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the greater soldier.Second Servingman: Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that:for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.First Servingman: Ay, and for an assault too.{Re-enter third Servingman.}Third Servingman: O slaves, I can tell you news,‚Äî news, you rascals!First Servingman & Second Servingman: What, what, what? let‚Äôs partake.Third Servingman: I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had aslieve be a condemned man.First Servingman & Second Servingman: Wherefore? wherefore?Third Servingman: Why, here‚Äôs he that was wont to thwack our general,Caius Marcius.First Servingman: Why do you say ‚Äòthwack our general ‚Äô?Third Servingman: I do not say ‚Äòthwack our general;‚Äô but he was alwaysgood enough for him.Second Servingman: Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever toohard for him; I have heard him say so himself.First Servingman: He was too hard for him directly, to say the trothon‚Äôt: before Corioli he scotched him and notched him like a <a href="#" class="group">carbonado</a>.Second Servingman: An he had been cannibally given, he might havebroiled and eaten him too.First Servingman: But, more of thy news?Third Servingman: Why, he is so made on here within,as if he were son and heir to Mars; set at upper end o‚Äô the table;no question asked him by any of the senators, but theystand bald before him: our general himself makes amistress of him: sanctifies himself with‚Äôs hand andturns up the white o‚Äô the eye to his discourse. Butthe bottom of the news is that our general is cut i‚Äôthe middle and but one half of what he was yesterday;for the other has half, by the entreaty and grant of thewhole table. He‚Äôll go, he says, and sowl the porter of Romegates by the ears: he will mow all down before him, andleave his passage polled.Second Servingman: And he‚Äôs as like to do‚Äôt as any man I can imagine.Third Servingman: Do‚Äôt! he will do‚Äôt; for, look you, sir,he has as many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as itwere, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, aswe term it, his friends whilst he‚Äôs in directitude.First Servingman: Directitude! what‚Äôs that?Third Servingman: But when they shall see, sir, his crestup again, and the man in blood, they will out of theirburrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.First Servingman: But when goes this forward?Third Servingman: To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shallhave the drum struck up this afternoon: ‚Äôtis, as it were, aparcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.Second Servingman: Why, then we shall have a stirringworld again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increasetailors, and breed ballad-makers.First Servingman: Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peaceas far as day does night; it‚Äôs spritely, waking, audible, andfull of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy;mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of morebastard children than war‚Äôs a destroyer of men.Second Servingman: ‚ÄôTis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said tobe a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.First Servingman: Ay, and it makes men hate one another.Third Servingman: Reason; because they then less need oneanother. The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans ascheap as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising.All: In, in, in, in![Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_10673.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>10673</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act IV, Scene IV</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE IV: Antium. Before Aufidius‚Äôs house.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguised and muffled.}CORIOLANUS: A goodly city is this Antium. City,‚ÄôTis I that made thy widows: many an heirOf these fair edifices ‚Äôfore my warsHave I heard groan and drop: then know me not,Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stonesIn puny battle slay me. {Enter a Citizen.} Save you, sir.Citizen: And you.CORIOLANUS: Direct me, if it be your will,Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?Citizen: He is, and feasts the nobles of the stateAt his house this night.CORIOLANUS: Which is his house, beseech you?Citizen: This, here before you.CORIOLANUS: Thank you, sir: farewell. [Exit Citizen.]O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,Are still together, who twin, as ‚Äôtwere, in loveUnseparable, shall within this hour,On a dissension of a <a href="#" class="group">doit</a>, break outTo bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,To take the one the other, by some chance,Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friendsAnd interjoin their issues. So with me:My birth-place hate I, and my love‚Äôs uponThis enemy town. I‚Äôll enter: if he slay me,He does fair justice; if he give me way,I‚Äôll do his country service. [Exit.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_10325.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>10325</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act IV, Scene III</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE III: A highway between Rome and Antium.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting.}Roman: I know you well, sir, and you knowme: your name, I think, is Adrian.Volsce: It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.Roman: I am a Roman; and my services are,as you are, against ‚Äôem: know you me yet?Volsce: Nicanor? no.Roman: The same, sir.Volsce: You had more beard when I last saw you; butyour favour is well approved by your tongue. What‚Äôsthe news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state,to find you out there: you have well saved me a day‚Äôs journey.Roman: There hath been in Rome strange insurrections;the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.Volsce: Hath been! is it ended, then? Our state thinksnot so: they are in a most warlike preparation, andhope to come upon them in the heat of their division.Roman: The main blaze of it is past, but a small thingwould make it flame again: for the nobles receiveso to heart the banishment of that worthyCoriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to takeall power from the people and to pluck from themtheir tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I cantell you, and is almost mature for the violentbreaking out.Volsce: Coriolanus banished!Roman: Banished, sir.Volsce: You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.Roman: The day serves well for them now. I haveheard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man‚Äôs wife iswhen she‚Äôs fallen out with her husband. Your nobleTullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, hisgreat opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no requestof his country.Volsce: He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thusaccidentally to encounter you: you have ended mybusiness, and I will merrily accompany you home.Roman: I shall, between this and supper, tell you moststrange things from Rome; all tending to the good oftheir adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?Volsce: A most royal one; the centurions and their charges,distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment,and to be on foot at an hour‚Äôs warning.Roman: I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and amthe man, I think, that shall set them in present action.So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.Volsce: You take my part from me, sir; I have the most causeto be glad of yours.Roman: Well, let us go together.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_10038.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>10038</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act IV, Scene II</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE II: The same. A street near the gate.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an √Üdile.}SICINIUS: Bid them all home; he‚Äôs gone, and we‚Äôll no further.The nobility are vex‚Äôd, whom we see have sidedIn his behalf.BRUTUS: Now we have shown our power,Let us seem humbler after it is doneThan when it was a-doing.SICINIUS: Bid them home:Say their great enemy is gone, and theyStand in their ancient strength.BRUTUS: Dismiss them home. [Exit √Üdile.]Here comes his mother.SICINIUS: Let‚Äôs not meet her.BRUTUS: Why?SICINIUS: They say she‚Äôs mad.BRUTUS: They have ta‚Äôen note of us: keep on your way.{Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS.}VOLUMNIA: O, ye‚Äôre well met: the hoarded plague o‚Äô the godsRequite your love!MENENIUS: Peace, peace; be not so loud.VOLUMNIA: If that I could for weeping, you should hear,‚ÄîNay, and you shall hear some. [To BRUTUS.] Will you be gone?VIRGILIA: [To SICINIUS] You shall stay too: I would I had the powerTo say so to my husband.SICINIUS: Are you mankind?VOLUMNIA: Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool.Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxshipTo banish him that struck more blows for RomeThan thou hast spoken words?SICINIUS: O blessed heavens!VOLUMNIA: More noble blows than ever thou wise words;And for Rome‚Äôs good. I‚Äôll tell thee what; yet go:Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my sonWere in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,His good sword in his hand.SICINIUS: What then?VIRGILIA: What then!He‚Äôld make an end of thy posterity.VOLUMNIA: Bastards and all.Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!MENENIUS: Come, come, peace.SICINIUS: I would he had continued to his countryAs he began, and not unknit himselfThe noble knot he made.BRUTUS: I would he had.VOLUMNIA: ‚ÄòI would he had‚Äô! ‚ÄôTwas you incensed the rabble:Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worthAs I can of those mysteries which heavenWill not have earth to know.BRUTUS: Pray, let us go.VOLUMNIA: Now, pray, sir, get you gone:You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:‚ÄîAs far as doth the Capitol exceedThe meanest house in Rome, so far my son‚ÄîThis lady‚Äôs husband here, this, do you see‚ÄîWhom you have banish‚Äôd, does exceed you all.BRUTUS: Well, well, we‚Äôll leave you.SICINIUS: Why stay we to be baitedWith one that wants her wits?VOLUMNIA: Take my prayers with you. [Exeunt Tribunes.]I would the gods had nothing else to doBut to confirm my curses! Could I meet ‚ÄôemBut once a-day, it would unclog my heartOf what lies heavy to‚Äôt.MENENIUS: You have told them home;And, by my troth, you have cause. You‚Äôll sup with me?VOLUMNIA: Anger‚Äôs my meat; I sup upon myself,And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let‚Äôs go:Leave this faint puling and lament as I do,In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.MENENIUS: Fie, fie, fie![Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_9574.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>9574</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act IV, Scene I</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE I: Rome. Before a gate of the city.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS,COMINIUS, with the young Nobility of Rome.}CORIOLANUS: Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beastWith many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,Where is your ancient courage? you were usedTo say extremity was the trier of spirits;That common chances common men could bear;That when the sea was calm all boats alikeShow‚Äôd mastership in floating; fortune‚Äôs blows,When most struck home, being gentle wounded, cravesA noble cunning: you were used to load meWith precepts that would make invincibleThe heart that conn‚Äôd them.VIRGILIA: O heavens! O heavens!CORIOLANUS: Nay! prithee, woman,‚ÄîVOLUMNIA: Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,And occupations perish!CORIOLANUS: What, what, what!I shall be loved when I am lack‚Äôd. Nay, mother.Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,If you had been the wife of Hercules,Six of his labours you‚Äôld have done, and savedYour husband so much sweat. Cominius,Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother:I‚Äôll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,Thy tears are salter than a younger man‚Äôs,And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheldHeart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women‚ÄôTis fond to wail inevitable strokes,As ‚Äôtis to laugh at ‚Äôem. My mother, you wot wellMy hazards still have been your solace: andBelieve‚Äôt not lightly‚Äîthough I go alone,Like to a lonely dragon, that his fenMakes fear‚Äôd and talk‚Äôd of more than seen‚Äîyour sonWill or exceed the common or be caughtWith cautelous baits and practice.VOLUMNIA: My first son.Whither wilt thou go? Take good CominiusWith thee awhile: determine on some course,More than a wild exposture to each chanceThat starts i‚Äô the way before thee.CORIOLANUS: O the gods!COMINIUS: I‚Äôll follow thee a month, devise with theeWhere thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of usAnd we of thee: so if the time thrust forthA cause for thy repeal, we shall not sendO‚Äôer the vast world to seek a single man,And lose advantage, which doth ever coolI‚Äô the absence of the needer.CORIOLANUS: Fare ye well:Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too fullOf the wars‚Äô surfeits, to go rove with oneThat‚Äôs yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate.Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, andMy friends of noble touch, when I am forth,Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.While I remain above the ground, you shallHear from me still, and never of me aughtBut what is like me formerly.MENENIUS: That‚Äôs worthilyAs any ear can hear. Come, let‚Äôs not weep.If I could shake off but one seven yearsFrom these old arms and legs, by the good gods,I‚Äôld with thee every foot.CORIOLANUS: Give me thy hand:Come.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_9408.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>9408</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act III, Scene III</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE III: The same. The Forum.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.}BRUTUS: In this point charge him home, that he affectsTyrannical power: if he evade us there,Enforce him with his envy to the people,And that the spoil got on the AntiatesWas ne‚Äôer distributed. {Enter an √Üdile.}What, will he come?√Üdile: He‚Äôs coming.BRUTUS: How accompanied?√Üdile: With old Menenius, and those senatorsThat always favour‚Äôd him.SICINIUS: Have you a catalogueOf all the voices that we have procuredSet down by the poll?√Üdile: I have; ‚Äôtis ready.SICINIUS: Have you collected them by tribes?√Üdile: I have.SICINIUS: Assemble presently the people hither;And when they bear me say ‚ÄòIt shall be soI‚Äô the right and strength o‚Äô the commons,‚Äô be it eitherFor death, for fine, or banishment, then let themIf I say fine, cry ‚ÄòFine;‚Äô if death, cry ‚ÄòDeath.‚ÄôInsisting on the old prerogativeAnd power i‚Äô the truth o‚Äô the cause.√Üdile: I shall inform them.BRUTUS: And when such time they have begun to cry,Let them not cease, but with a din confusedEnforce the present executionOf what we chance to sentence.√Üdile: Very well.SICINIUS: Make them be strong and ready for this hint,When we shall hap to give ‚Äôt them.BRUTUS: Go about it. [Exit √Üdile.]Put him to choler straight: he hath been usedEver to conquer, and to have his worthOf contradiction: being once chafed, he cannotBe rein‚Äôd again to temperance; then he speaksWhat‚Äôs in his heart; and that is there which looksWith us to break his neck.SICINIUS: Well, here he comes.{Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, and COMINIUS,with Senators and Patricians.}MENENIUS: Calmly, I do beseech you.CORIOLANUS: Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest pieceWill bear the knave by the volume. The honour‚Äôd godsKeep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justiceSupplied with worthy men! plant love among ‚Äôs!Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,And not our streets with war!First Senator: Amen, amen.MENENIUS: A noble wish.{Re-enter √Üdile, with Citizens.}SICINIUS: Draw near, ye people.√Üdile: List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!CORIOLANUS: First, hear me speak.Both Tribunes: Well, say. Peace, ho!CORIOLANUS: Shall I be charged no further than this present?Must all determine here?SICINIUS: I do demand,If you submit you to the people‚Äôs voices,Allow their officers and are contentTo suffer lawful censure for such faultsAs shall be proved upon you?CORIOLANUS: I am content.MENENIUS: Lo, citizens, he says he is content:The warlike service he has done, consider; thinkUpon the wounds his body bears, which showLike graves i‚Äô the holy churchyard.CORIOLANUS: Scratches with briers,Scars to move laughter only.MENENIUS: Consider further,That when he speaks not like a citizen,You find him like a soldier: do not takeHis rougher accents for malicious sounds,But, as I say, such as become a soldier,Rather than envy you.COMINIUS: Well, well, no more.CORIOLANUS: What is the matterThat being pass‚Äôd for consul with full voice,I am so dishonour‚Äôd that the very hourYou take it off again?SICINIUS: Answer to us.CORIOLANUS: Say, then: ‚Äôtis true, I ought so.SICINIUS: We charge you, that you have contrived to takeFrom Rome all season‚Äôd office and to windYourself into a power tyrannical;For which you are a traitor to the people.CORIOLANUS: How! traitor!MENENIUS: Nay, temperately; your promise.CORIOLANUS: The fires i‚Äô the lowest hell fold-in the people!Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,In thy hand clutch‚Äôd as many millions, inThy lying tongue both numbers, I would say‚ÄòThou liest‚Äô unto thee with a voice as freeAs I do pray the gods.SICINIUS: Mark you this, people?Citizens: To the rock, to the rock with him!SICINIUS: Peace!We need not put new matter to his charge:What you have seen him do and heard him speak,Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,Opposing laws with strokes and here defyingThose whose great power must try him; even this,So criminal and in such capital kind,Deserves the extremest death.BRUTUS: But since he hathServed well for Rome,‚ÄîCORIOLANUS: What do you prate of service?BRUTUS: I talk of that, that know it.CORIOLANUS: You?MENENIUS: Is this the promise that you made your mother?COMINIUS: Know, I pray you,‚ÄîCORIOLANUS: I know no further:Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,Vagabond exile, raying, pent to lingerBut with a grain a day, I would not buyTheir mercy at the price of one fair word;Nor check my courage for what they can give,To have‚Äôt with saying ‚ÄòGood morrow.‚ÄôSICINIUS: For that he has,As much as in him lies, from time to timeEnvied against the people, seeking meansTo pluck away their power, as now at lastGiven hostile strokes, and that not in the presenceOf dreaded justice, but on the ministersThat do distribute it; in the name o‚Äô the peopleAnd in the power of us the tribunes, we,Even from this instant, banish him our city,In peril of precipitationFrom off the rock Tarpeian never moreTo enter our Rome gates: i‚Äô the people‚Äôs name,I say it shall be so.Citizens: It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:He‚Äôs banish‚Äôd, and it shall be so.COMINIUS: Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,‚ÄîSICINIUS: He‚Äôs sentenced; no more hearing.COMINIUS: Let me speak:I have been consul, and can show for RomeHer enemies‚Äô marks upon me. I do loveMy country‚Äôs good with a respect more tender,More holy and profound, than mine own life,My dear wife‚Äôs estimate, her womb‚Äôs increase,And treasure of my loins; then if I wouldSpeak that,‚ÄîSICINIUS: We know your drift: speak what?BRUTUS: There‚Äôs no more to be said, but he is banish‚Äôd,As enemy to the people and his country:It shall be so.Citizens: It shall be so, it shall be so.CORIOLANUS: You common cry of curs! whose breath I hateAs reek o‚Äô the rotten fens, whose loves I prizeAs the dead carcasses of unburied menThat do corrupt my air, I banish you;And here remain with your uncertainty!Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,Fan you into despair! Have the power stillTo banish your defenders; till at lengthYour ignorance, which finds not till it feels,Making not reservation of yourselves,Still your own foes, deliver you as mostAbated captives to some nationThat won you without blows! Despising,For you, the city, thus I turn my back:There is a world elsewhere.[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians.]√Üdile: The people‚Äôs enemy is gone, is gone!Citizens: Our enemy is banish‚Äôd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo![Shouting, and throwing up their caps.]SICINIUS: Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,As he hath followed you, with all despite;Give him deserved vexation. Let a guardAttend us through the city.Citizens: Come, come; let‚Äôs see him out at gates; come.The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_9087.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>9087</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act III, Scene II</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE II: A room in CORIOLANUS‚ÄôS house.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians.}CORIOLANUS: Let them puff all about mine ears, present meDeath on the wheel or at wild horses‚Äô heels,Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,That the precipitation might down stretchBelow the beam of sight, yet will I stillBe thus to them.A Patrician: You do the nobler.CORIOLANUS: I muse my motherDoes not approve me further, who was wontTo call them woollen vassals, things createdTo buy and sell with groats, to show bare headsIn congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,When one but of my ordinance stood upTo speak of peace or war. {Enter VOLUMNIA.} I talk of you:Why did you wish me milder? would you have meFalse to my nature? Rather say I playThe man I am.VOLUMNIA: O, sir, sir, sir,I would have had you put your power well on,Before you had worn it out.CORIOLANUS: Let go.VOLUMNIA: You might have been enough the man you are,With striving less to be so; lesser had beenThe thwartings of your dispositions, ifYou had not show‚Äôd them how ye were disposedEre they lack‚Äôd power to cross you.CORIOLANUS: Let them hang.A Patrician: Ay, and burn too.{Enter MENENIUS and Senators.}MENENIUS: Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough;You must return and mend it.First Senator: There‚Äôs no remedy;Unless, by not so doing, our good cityCleave in the midst, and perish.VOLUMNIA: Pray, be counsell‚Äôd:I have a heart as little apt as yours,But yet a brain that leads my use of angerTo better vantage.MENENIUS: Well said, noble woman!Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but thatThe violent fit o‚Äô the time craves it as physicFor the whole state, I would put mine armour on,Which I can scarcely bear.CORIOLANUS: What must I do?MENENIUS: Return to the tribunes.CORIOLANUS: Well, what then? what then?MENENIUS: Repent what you have spoke.CORIOLANUS: For them! I cannot do it to the gods;Must I then do‚Äôt to them?VOLUMNIA: You are too absolute;Though therein you can never be too noble,But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,Honour and policy, like unsever‚Äôd friends,I‚Äô the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,In peace what each of them by the other lose,That they combine not there.CORIOLANUS: Tush, tush!MENENIUS: A good demand.VOLUMNIA: If it be honour in your wars to seemThe same you are not, which, for your best ends,You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,That it shall hold companionship in peaceWith honour, as in war, since that to bothIt stands in like request?CORIOLANUS: Why force you this?VOLUMNIA: Because that now it lies you on to speakTo the people; not by your own instruction,Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,But with such words that are but rooted inYour tongue, though but bastards and syllablesOf no allowance to your bosom‚Äôs truth.Now, this no more dishonours you at allThan to take in a town with gentle words,Which else would put you to your fortune andThe hazard of much blood.I would dissemble with my nature whereMy fortunes and my friends at stake requiredI should do so in honour: I am in this,Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;And you will rather show our general loutsHow you can frown than spend a fawn upon ‚Äôem,For the inheritance of their loves and safeguardOf what that want might ruin.MENENIUS: Noble lady!Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,Not what is dangerous present, but the lossOf what is past.VOLUMNIA: I prithee now, my son,Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;And thus far having stretch‚Äôd it‚Äîhere be with them‚ÄîThy knee bussing the stones‚Äîfor in such businessAction is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorantMore learned than the ears‚Äîwaving thy head,Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,Now humble as the ripest mulberryThat will not hold the handling: or say to them,Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broilsHast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frameThyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so farAs thou hast power and person.MENENIUS: This but done,Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;For they have pardons, being ask‚Äôd, as freeAs words to little purpose.VOLUMNIA: Prithee now,Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst ratherFollow thine enemy in a fiery gulfThan flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.{Enter COMINIUS.}COMINIUS: I have been i‚Äô the market-place; and, sir,‚Äôtis fitYou make strong party, or defend yourselfBy calmness or by absence: all‚Äôs in anger.MENENIUS: Only fair speech.COMINIUS: I think ‚Äôtwill serve, if heCan thereto frame his spirit.VOLUMNIA: He must, and willPrithee now, say you will, and go about it.CORIOLANUS: Must I go show them my unbarbed <a href="#" class="group">sconce</a>?Must I with base tongue give my noble heartA lie that it must bear? Well, I will do‚Äôt:Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind itAnd throw‚Äôt against the wind. To the market-place!You have put me now to such a part which neverI shall discharge to the life.COMINIUS: Come, come, we‚Äôll prompt you.VOLUMNIA: I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast saidMy praises made thee first a soldier, so,To have my praise for this, perform a partThou hast not done before.CORIOLANUS: Well, I must do‚Äôt:Away, my disposition, and possess meSome harlot‚Äôs spirit! my throat of war be turn‚Äôd,Which <a href="#" class="group">quired</a> with my drum, into a pipeSmall as an eunuch, or the virgin voiceThat babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knavesTent in my cheeks, and schoolboys‚Äô tears take upThe glasses of my sight! a beggar‚Äôs tongueMake motion through my lips, and my arm‚Äôd knees,Who bow‚Äôd but in my stirrup, bend like hisThat hath received an alms! I will not do‚Äôt,Lest I surcease to honour mine own truthAnd by my body‚Äôs action teach my mindA most inherent baseness.VOLUMNIA: At thy choice, then:To beg of thee, it is my more dishonourThan thou of them. Come all to ruin; letThy mother rather feel thy pride than fearThy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at deathWith as big heart as thou. Do as thou listThy valiantness was mine, thou suck‚Äôdst it from me,But owe thy pride thyself.CORIOLANUS: Pray, be content:Mother, I am going to the market-place;Chide me no more. I‚Äôll mountebank their loves,Cog their hearts from them, and come home belovedOf all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:Commend me to my wife. I‚Äôll return consul;Or never trust to what my tongue can doI‚Äô the way of flattery further.VOLUMNIA: Do your will. [Exit.]COMINIUS: Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourselfTo answer mildly; for they are preparedWith accusations, as I hear, more strongThan are upon you yet.CORIOLANUS: The word is ‚Äòmildly.‚Äô Pray you, let us go:Let them accuse me by invention, IWill answer in mine honour.MENENIUS: Ay, but mildly.CORIOLANUS: Well, mildly be it then. Mildly![Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_8919.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>8919</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act III, Scene I</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE I: Rome. A street.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all theGentry, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators.}CORIOLANUS: Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?LARTIUS: He had, my lord; and that it was which causedOur swifter composition.CORIOLANUS: So then the Volsces stand but as at first,Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.Upon‚Äôs again.COMINIUS: They are worn, lord consul, so,That we shall hardly in our ages seeTheir banners wave again.CORIOLANUS: Saw you Aufidius?LARTIUS: On safe-guard he came to me; and did curseAgainst the Volsces, for they had so vilelyYielded the town: he is retired to Antium.CORIOLANUS: Spoke he of me?LARTIUS: He did, my lord.CORIOLANUS: How? what?LARTIUS: How often he had met you, sword to sword;That of all things upon the earth he hatedYour person most, that he would pawn his fortunesTo hopeless restitution, so he mightBe call‚Äôd your vanquisher.CORIOLANUS: At Antium lives he?LARTIUS: At Antium.CORIOLANUS: I wish I had a cause to seek him there,To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. {Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.}Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,The tongues o‚Äô the common mouth: I do despise them;For they do prank them in authority,Against all noble sufferance.SICINIUS: Pass no further.CORIOLANUS: Ha! what is that?BRUTUS: It will be dangerous to go on: no further.CORIOLANUS: What makes this change?MENENIUS: The matter?COMINIUS: Hath he not pass‚Äôd the noble and the common?BRUTUS: Cominius, no.CORIOLANUS: Have I had children‚Äôs voices?First Senator: Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.BRUTUS: The people are incensed against him.SICINIUS: Stop,Or all will fall in broil.CORIOLANUS: Are these your herd?Must these have voices, that can yield them nowAnd straight disclaim their tongues? What are your offices?You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?Have you not set them on?MENENIUS: Be calm, be calm.CORIOLANUS: It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,To curb the will of the nobility:Suffer‚Äôt, and live with such as cannot ruleNor ever will be ruled.BRUTUS: Call‚Äôt not a plot:The people cry you mock‚Äôd them, and of late,When corn was given them gratis, you repined;Scandal‚Äôd the suppliants for the people, call‚Äôd themTime-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.CORIOLANUS: Why, this was known before.BRUTUS: Not to them all.CORIOLANUS: Have you inform‚Äôd them sithence?BRUTUS: How! I inform them!CORIOLANUS: You are like to do such business.BRUTUS: Not unlike,Each way, to better yours.CORIOLANUS: Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,Let me deserve so ill as you, and make meYour fellow tribune.SICINIUS: You show too much of thatFor which the people stir: if you will passTo where you are bound, you must inquire your way,Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,Or never be so noble as a consul,Nor yoke with him for tribune.MENENIUS: Let‚Äôs be calm.COMINIUS: The people are abused; set on. This palteringBecomes not Rome, nor has CoriolanusDeserved this so dishonour‚Äôd rub, laid falselyI‚Äô the plain way of his merit.CORIOLANUS: Tell me of corn!This was my speech, and I will speak‚Äôt again‚ÄîMENENIUS: Not now, not now.First Senator: Not in this heat, sir, now.CORIOLANUS: Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,I crave their pardons:For the mutable, rank-scented many, let themRegard me as I do not flatter, andTherein behold themselves: I say again,In soothing them, we nourish ‚Äôgainst our senateThe cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,Which we ourselves have plough‚Äôd for, sow‚Äôd, and scatter‚Äôd,By mingling them with us, the honour‚Äôd number,Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but thatWhich they have given to beggars.MENENIUS: Well, no more.First Senator: No more words, we beseech you.CORIOLANUS: How! no more!As for my country I have shed my blood,Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungsCoin words till their decay against those measles,Which we disdain should tatter us, yet soughtThe very way to catch them.BRUTUS: You speak o‚Äô the people,As if you were a god to punish, notA man of their infirmity.SICINIUS: ‚ÄôTwere wellWe let the people know‚Äôt.MENENIUS: What, what? his choler?CORIOLANUS: Choler!Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,By Jove, ‚Äôtwould be my mind!SICINIUS: It is a mindThat shall remain a poison where it is,Not poison any further.CORIOLANUS: Shall remain!Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark youHis absolute ‚Äòshall‚Äô?COMINIUS: ‚ÄôTwas from the canon.CORIOLANUS: ‚ÄòShall‚Äô!O good but most unwise patricians! why,You grave but reckless senators, have you thusGiven Hydra here to choose an officer,That with his peremptory ‚Äòshall,‚Äô being butThe horn and noise o‚Äô the monster‚Äôs, wants not spiritTo say he‚Äôll turn your current in a ditch,And make your channel his? If he have powerThen vail your ignorance; if none, awakeYour dangerous lenity. If you are learn‚Äôd,Be not as common fools; if you are not,Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,If they be senators: and they are no less,When, both your voices blended, the great‚Äôst tasteMost palates theirs. They choose their magistrate,And such a one as he, who puts his ‚Äòshall,‚ÄôHis popular ‚Äòshall‚Äô against a graver benchThan ever frown in Greece. By Jove himself!It makes the consuls base: and my soul achesTo know, when two authorities are up,Neither supreme, how soon confusionMay enter ‚Äôtwixt the gap of both and takeThe one by the other.COMINIUS: Well, on to the market-place.CORIOLANUS: Whoever gave that counsel, to give forthThe corn o‚Äô the storehouse gratis, as ‚Äôtwas usedSometime in Greece,‚ÄîMENENIUS: Well, well, no more of that.CORIOLANUS: Though there the people had more absolute power,I say, they nourish‚Äôd disobedience, fedThe ruin of the state.BRUTUS: Why, shall the people giveOne that speaks thus their voice?CORIOLANUS: I‚Äôll give my reasons,More worthier than their voices. They know the cornWas not our recompense, resting well assuredThat ne‚Äôer did service for‚Äôt: being press‚Äôd to the war,Even when the navel of the state was touch‚Äôd,They would not thread the gates. This kind of serviceDid not deserve corn gratis. Being i‚Äô the warTheir mutinies and revolts, wherein they show‚ÄôdMost valour, spoke not for them: the accusationWhich they have often made against the senate,All cause unborn, could never be the motiveOf our so frank donation. Well, what then?How shall this <a href="#" class="group">bisson</a> multitude digestThe senate‚Äôs courtesy? Let deeds expressWhat‚Äôs like to be their words: ‚Äòwe did request it;We are the greater poll, and in true fearThey gave us our demands.‚Äô Thus we debaseThe nature of our seats and make the rabbleCall our cares fears; which will in timeBreak ope the locks o‚Äô the senate and bring inThe crows to peck the eagles.MENENIUS: Come, enough.BRUTUS: Enough, with over-measure.CORIOLANUS: No, take more:What may be sworn by, both divine and human,Seal what I end withal! This double worship,Where one part does disdain with cause, the otherInsult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom,Cannot conclude but by the yea and noOf general ignorance,‚Äîit must omitReal necessities, and give way the whileTo unstable slightness: purpose so barr‚Äôd, it follows,Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,‚ÄîYou that will be less fearful than discreet,That love the fundamental part of stateMore than you doubt the change on‚Äôt, that preferA noble life before a long, and wishTo jump a body with a dangerous physicThat‚Äôs sure of death without it, at once pluck outThe multitudinous tongue; let them not lickThe sweet which is their poison: your dishonourMangles true judgment and bereaves the stateOf that integrity which should become‚Äôt,Not having the power to do the good it would,For the ill which doth control‚Äôt.BRUTUS: Has said enough.SICINIUS: Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answerAs traitors do.CORIOLANUS: Thou wretch, despite o‚Äôerwhelm thee!What should the people do with these bald tribunes?On whom depending, their obedience failsTo the greater bench: in a rebellion,When what‚Äôs not meet, but what must be, was law,Then were they chosen: in a better hour,Let what is meet be said it must be meet,And throw their power i‚Äô the dust.BRUTUS: Manifest treason!SICINIUS: This a consul? no.BRUTUS: The √¶diles, ho! {Enter an √Üdile.}Let him be apprehended.SICINIUS: Go, call the people: [Exit √Üdile.] in whose name myselfAttach thee as a traitorous innovator,A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee,And follow to thine answer.CORIOLANUS: Hence, old goat!Senators, &c.: We‚Äôll surety him.COMINIUS: Aged sir, hands off.CORIOLANUS: Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bonesOut of thy garments.SICINIUS: Help, ye citizens!{Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with the √Üdiles.}MENENIUS: On both sides more respect.SICINIUS: Here‚Äôs he that would take from you all your power.BRUTUS: Seize him, √Üdiles!Citizens: Down with him! down with him!Senators, &C: Weapons, weapons, weapons! [They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying.]‚ÄòTribunes!‚Äô ‚ÄòPatricians!‚Äô ‚ÄòCitizens!‚Äô ‚ÄòWhat, ho!‚Äô‚ÄòSicinius!‚Äô ‚ÄòBrutus!‚Äô ‚ÄòCoriolanus!‚Äô ‚ÄòCitizens!‚Äô‚ÄòPeace, peace, peace!‚Äô ‚ÄòStay, hold, peace!‚ÄôMENENIUS: What is about to be? I am out of breath;Confusion‚Äôs near; I cannot speak. You, tribunesTo the people! Coriolanus, patience!Speak, good Sicinius.SICINIUS: Hear me, people; peace!Citizens: Let‚Äôs hear our tribune: peace! Speak, speak, speak.SICINIUS: You are at point to lose your liberties:Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,Whom late you have named for consul.MENENIUS: Fie, fie, fie!This is the way to kindle, not to quench.First Senator: To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.SICINIUS: What is the city but the people?Citizens: True,The people are the city.BRUTUS: By the consent of all, we were establish‚ÄôdThe people‚Äôs magistrates.Citizens: You so remain.MENENIUS: And so are like to do.COMINIUS: That is the way to lay the city flat;To bring the roof to the foundation,And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,In heaps and piles of ruin.SICINIUS: This deserves death.BRUTUS: Or let us stand to our authority,Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,Upon the part o‚Äô the people, in whose powerWe were elected theirs, Marcius is worthyOf present death.SICINIUS: Therefore lay hold of him;Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thenceInto destruction cast him.BRUTUS: √Üdiles, seize him!Citizens: Yield, Marcius, yield!MENENIUS: Hear me one word;Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.√Üdile: Peace, peace!MENENIUS: [To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your country‚Äôs friend,And temperately proceed to what you wouldThus violently redress.BRUTUS: Sir, those cold ways,That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonousWhere the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,And bear him to the rock.CORIOLANUS: No, I‚Äôll die here. [Drawing his sword.]There‚Äôs some among you have beheld me fighting:Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.MENENIUS: Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.BRUTUS: Lay hands upon him.COMINIUS: Help Marcius, help,You that be noble; help him, young and old!Citizens: Down with him, down with him![In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the √Üdiles, and the People, are beat in.]MENENIUS: Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!All will be naught else.Second Senator: Get you gone.COMINIUS: Stand fast;We have as many friends as enemies.MENENIUS: Shall it be put to that?First Senator: The gods forbid!I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;Leave us to cure this cause.MENENIUS: For ‚Äôtis a sore upon us,You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.COMINIUS: Come, sir, along with us.CORIOLANUS: I would they were barbarians‚Äîas they are,Though in Rome litter‚Äôd‚Äînot Romans‚Äîas they are not,Though calved i‚Äô the porch o‚Äô the Capitol‚ÄîMENENIUS: Be gone;Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;One time will owe another.CORIOLANUS: On fair groundI could beat forty of them.COMINIUS: I could myselfTake up a brace o‚Äô the best of them; yea, the two tribunes:But now ‚Äôtis odds beyond arithmetic;And manhood is call‚Äôd foolery, when it standsAgainst a falling fabric. Will you hence,Before the tag return? whose rage doth rendLike interrupted waters and o‚ÄôerbearWhat they are used to bear.MENENIUS: Pray you, be gone:I‚Äôll try whether my old wit be in requestWith those that have but little: this must be patch‚ÄôdWith cloth of any colour.COMINIUS: Nay, come away.[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and others.]A Patrician: This man has marr‚Äôd his fortune.MENENIUS: His nature is too noble for the world:He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,Or Jove for‚Äôs power to thunder. His heart‚Äôs his mouth:What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;And, being angry, does forget that everHe heard the name of death. [A noise within.]Here‚Äôs goodly work!Second Patrician: I would they were abed!MENENIUS: I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!Could he not speak ‚Äôem fair?{Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble.}SICINIUS: Where is this viperThat would depopulate the city andBe every man himself?MENENIUS: You worthy tribunes,‚ÄîSICINIUS: He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rockWith rigorous hands: he hath resisted law,And therefore law shall scorn him further trialThan the severity of the public powerWhich he so sets at nought.First Citizen: He shall well knowThe noble tribunes are the people‚Äôs mouths,And we their hands.Citizens: He shall, sure on‚Äôt.MENENIUS: Sir, sir,‚ÄîSICINIUS: Peace!MENENIUS: Do not cry havoc, where you should but huntWith modest warrant.SICINIUS: Sir, how comes‚Äôt that youHave holp to make this rescue?MENENIUS: Hear me speak:As I do know the consul‚Äôs worthiness,So can I name his faults,‚ÄîSICINIUS: Consul! what consul?MENENIUS: The consul Coriolanus.BRUTUS: He consul!Citizens: No, no, no, no, no.MENENIUS: If, by the tribunes‚Äô leave, and yours, good people,I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;The which shall turn you to no further harmThan so much loss of time.SICINIUS: Speak briefly then;For we are peremptory to dispatchThis viperous traitor: to eject him henceWere but one danger, and to keep him hereOur certain death: therefore it is decreedHe dies to-night.MENENIUS: Now the good gods forbidThat our renowned Rome, whose gratitudeTowards her deserved children is enroll‚ÄôdIn Jove‚Äôs own book, like an unnatural damShould now eat up her own!SICINIUS: He‚Äôs a disease that must be cut away.MENENIUS: O, he‚Äôs a limb that has but a disease;Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.What has he done to Rome that‚Äôs worthy death?Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost‚ÄîWhich, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,By many an ounce‚Äîhe dropp‚Äôd it for his country;And what is left, to lose it by his country,Were to us all, that do‚Äôt and suffer it,A brand to the end o‚Äô the world.SICINIUS: This is clean <a href="#" class="group">kam</a>.BRUTUS: Merely awry: when he did love his country,It honour‚Äôd him.MENENIUS: The service of the footBeing once gangrened, is not then respectedFor what before it was.BRUTUS: We‚Äôll hear no more.Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:Lest his infection, being of catching nature,Spread further.MENENIUS: One word more, one word.This tiger-footed rage, when it shall findThe harm of unscann‚Äôd swiftness, will too lateTie leaden pounds to‚Äôs heels. Proceed by process;Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,And sack great Rome with Romans.BRUTUS: If it were so,‚ÄîSICINIUS: What do ye talk?Have we not had a taste of his obedience?Our √¶diles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.MENENIUS: Consider this: he has been bred i‚Äô the warsSince he could draw a sword, and is ill school‚ÄôdIn bolted language; meal and bran togetherHe throws without distinction. Give me leave,I‚Äôll go to him, and undertake to bring himWhere he shall answer, by a lawful form,In peace, to his utmost peril.First Senator: Noble tribunes,It is the humane way: the other courseWill prove too bloody, and the end of itUnknown to the beginning.SICINIUS: Noble Menenius,Be you then as the people‚Äôs officer.Masters, lay down your weapons.BRUTUS: Go not home.SICINIUS: Meet on the market-place. We‚Äôll attend you there:Where, if you bring not Marcius, we‚Äôll proceedIn our first way.MENENIUS: I‚Äôll bring him to you. [To the Senators.]Let me desire your company: he must come,Or what is worst will follow.First Senator: Pray you, let‚Äôs to him.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_8680.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>8680</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act II, Scene III</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE III: The same. The Forum.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter seven or eight Citizens.}First Citizen: Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.Second Citizen: We may, sir, if we will.Third Citizen: We have power in ourselves to do it, butit is a power that we have no power to do; for if he showus his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put ourtongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, ifhe tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell himour noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude ismonstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful,were to make a monster of the multitude: of thewhich we being members, should bring ourselves to bemonstrous members.First Citizen: And to make us no better thought of, a littlehelp will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, hehimself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.Third Citizen: We have been called so of many; not thatour heads are some brown, some black, some auburn,some bald, but that our wits are so diversely coloured:and truly I think if all our wits were to issue out ofone skull, they would fly east, west, north, south,and their consent of one direct way should be atonce to all the points o‚Äô the compass.Second Citizen: Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would fly?Third Citizen: Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man‚Äôswill; ‚Äôtis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but if it were at liberty,‚Äôtwould, sure, southward.Second Citizen: Why that way?Third Citizen: To lose itself in a fog, where being three partsmelted away with rotten dews, the fourth would returnfor conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.Second Citizen: You are never without your tricks: you may, you may.Third Citizen: Are you all resolved to give your voices? Butthat‚Äôs no matter, the greater part carries it. I say, if he wouldincline to the people, there was never a worthier man. {Enter CORIOLANUS in a gown of humility, with MENENIUS.}Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark hisbehavior. We are not to stay all together, but tocome by him where he stands, by ones, by twos,and by threes. He‚Äôs to make his requests byparticulars; wherein every one of us has a singlehonour, in giving him our own voices with our owntongues: therefore follow me, and I direct you howyou shall go by him.All: Content, content.[Exeunt Citizens.]MENENIUS: O sir, you are not right: have you not knownThe worthiest men have done‚Äôt?CORIOLANUS: What must I say?‚ÄòI Pray, sir‚Äô‚ÄîPlague upon‚Äôt! I cannot bringMy tongue to such a pace:‚Äî‚ÄòLook, sir, my wounds!I got them in my country‚Äôs service, whenSome certain of your brethren roar‚Äôd and ranFrom the noise of our own drums.‚ÄôMENENIUS: O me, the gods!You must not speak of that: you must desire themTo think upon you.CORIOLANUS: Think upon me! hang ‚Äôem!I would they would forget me, like the virtuesWhich our divines lose by ‚Äôem.MENENIUS: You‚Äôll mar all:I‚Äôll leave you: pray you, speak to ‚Äôem, I pray you,In wholesome manner. [Exit.]CORIOLANUS: Bid them wash their facesAnd keep their teeth clean. [Re-enter two of the Citizens.]So, here comes a brace. [Re-enter a third Citizen.]You know the cause, sir, of my standing here.Third Citizen: We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to‚Äôt.CORIOLANUS: Mine own desert.Second Citizen: Your own desert!CORIOLANUS: Ay, but not mine own desire.Third Citizen: How not your own desire?CORIOLANUS: No, sir,‚Äôtwas never my desire yet to troublethe poor with begging.Third Citizen: You must think, if we give you any thing,we hope to gain by you.CORIOLANUS: Well then, I pray, your price o‚Äô the consulship?First Citizen: The price is to ask it kindly.CORIOLANUS: Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha‚Äôt: I have woundsto show you, which shall be yours in private. Your good voice,sir; what say you?Second Citizen: You shall ha‚Äô it, worthy sir.CORIOLANUS: A match, sir. There‚Äôs in all two worthy voicesbegged. I have your alms: adieu.Third Citizen: But this is something odd.Second Citizen: An ‚Äôtwere to give again,‚Äîbut ‚Äôtis no matter.[Exeunt the three Citizens.]{Re-enter two other Citizens.}CORIOLANUS: Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of yourvoices that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown.Fourth Citizen: You have deserved nobly of your country, and youhave not deserved nobly.CORIOLANUS: Your enigma?Fourth Citizen: You have been a scourge to her enemies, you havebeen a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved the common people.CORIOLANUS: You should account me the more virtuousthat I have not been common in my love. I will, sir,flatter my sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearerestimation of them; ‚Äôtis a condition they accountgentle: and since the wisdom of their choice israther to have my hat than my heart, I will practicethe insinuating nod and be off to them mostcounterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit thebewitchment of some popular man and give itbountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you,I may be consul.Fifth Citizen: We hope to find you our friend; and therefore giveyou our voices heartily.Fourth Citizen: You have received many wounds for your country.CORIOLANUS: I will not seal your knowledge with showing them.I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.Both Citizens: The gods give you joy, sir, heartily![Exeunt.]CORIOLANUS: Most sweet voices!Better it is to die, better to starve,Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to‚Äôt:What custom wills, in all things should we do‚Äôt,The dust on antique time would lie unswept,And mountainous error be too highly heaptFor truth to o‚Äôer-peer. Rather than fool it so,Let the high office and the honour goTo one that would do thus. I am half through;The one part suffer‚Äôd, the other will I do. {Re-enter three Citizens more.}Here come more voices.Your voices: for your voices I have fought;Watch‚Äôd for your voices; for your voices bearOf wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice sixI have seen and heard of; for your voices haveDone many things, some less, some more your voices:Indeed I would be consul.Sixth Citizen: He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honestman‚Äôs voice.Seventh Citizen: Therefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy,and make him good friend to the people!All Citizens: Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul![Exeunt.]CORIOLANUS: Worthy voices!{Re-enter MENENIUS, with BRUTUS and SICINIUS.}MENENIUS: You have stood your limitation; and the tribunesEndue you with the people‚Äôs voice: remainsThat, in the official marks invested, youAnon do meet the senate.CORIOLANUS: Is this done?SICINIUS: The custom of request you have discharged:The people do admit you, and are summon‚ÄôdTo meet anon, upon your approbation.CORIOLANUS: Where? at the senate-house?SICINIUS: There, Coriolanus.CORIOLANUS: May I change these garments?SICINIUS: You may, sir.CORIOLANUS: That I‚Äôll straight do; and, knowing myself again,Repair to the senate-house.MENENIUS: I‚Äôll keep you company. Will you along?BRUTUS: We stay here for the people.SICINIUS: Fare you well. [Exeunt CORIOLANUS and MENENIUS.]He has it now, and by his looks methink‚ÄôTis warm at ‚Äôs heart.BRUTUS: With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds.will you dismiss the people?{Re-enter Citizens.}SICINIUS: How now, my masters! have you chose this man?First Citizen: He has our voices, sir.BRUTUS: We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.Second Citizen: Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice,He mock‚Äôd us when he begg‚Äôd our voices.Third Citizen: CertainlyHe flouted us downright.First Citizen: No,‚Äôtis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.Second Citizen: Not one amongst us, save yourself, but saysHe used us scornfully: he should have show‚Äôd usHis marks of merit, wounds received for‚Äôs country.SICINIUS: Why, so he did, I am sure.Citizens: No, no; no man saw ‚Äôem.Third Citizen: He said he had wounds, which he could show in private;And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,‚ÄòI would be consul,‚Äô says he: ‚Äòaged custom,But by your voices, will not so permit me;Your voices therefore.‚Äô When we granted that,Here was ‚ÄòI thank you for your voices: thank you:Your most sweet voices: now you have left your voices,I have no further with you.‚Äô Was not this mockery?SICINIUS: Why either were you ignorant to see‚Äôt,Or, seeing it, of such childish friendlinessTo yield your voices?BRUTUS: Could you not have told himAs you were lesson‚Äôd, when he had no power,But was a petty servant to the state,He was your enemy, ever spake againstYour liberties and the charters that you bearI‚Äô the body of the weal; and now, arrivingA place of potency and sway o‚Äô the state,If he should still malignantly remainFast foe to the plebeii, your voices mightBe curses to yourselves? You should have saidThat as his worthy deeds did claim no lessThan what he stood for, so his gracious natureWould think upon you for your voices andTranslate his malice towards you into love,Standing your friendly lord.SICINIUS: Thus to have said,As you were fore-advised, had touch‚Äôd his spiritAnd tried his inclination; from him pluck‚ÄôdEither his gracious promise, which you might,As cause had call‚Äôd you up, have held him toOr else it would have gall‚Äôd his surly nature,Which easily endures not articleTying him to aught; so putting him to rage,You should have ta‚Äôen the advantage of his cholerAnd pass‚Äôd him unelected.BRUTUS: Did you perceiveHe did solicit you in free contemptWhen he did need your loves, and do you thinkThat his contempt shall not be bruising to you,When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodiesNo heart among you? or had you tongues to cryAgainst the rectorship of judgment?SICINIUS: Have youEre now denied the asker? and now againOf him that did not ask, but mock, bestowYour sued-for tongues?Third Citizen: He‚Äôs not confirm‚Äôd; we may deny him yet.Second Citizen: And will deny him:I‚Äôll have five hundred voices of that sound.First Citizen: I twice five hundred and their friends to piece ‚Äôem.BRUTUS: Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends,They have chose a consul that will from them takeTheir liberties; make them of no more voiceThan dogs that are as often beat for barkingAs therefore kept to do so.SICINIUS: Let them assemble,And on a safer judgment all revokeYour ignorant election; enforce his pride,And his old hate unto you; besides, forget notWith what contempt he wore the humble weed,How in his suit he scorn‚Äôd you; but your loves,Thinking upon his services, took from youThe apprehension of his present portance,Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashionAfter the inveterate hate he bears you.BRUTUS: LayA fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured,No impediment between, but that you mustCast your election on him.SICINIUS: Say, you chose himMore after our commandment than as guidedBy your own true affections, and that your minds,Preoccupied with what you rather must doThan what you should, made you against the grainTo voice him consul: lay the fault on us.BRUTUS: Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you.How youngly he began to serve his country,How long continued, and what stock he springs of,The noble house o‚Äô the Marcians, from whence cameThat Ancus Marcius, Numa‚Äôs daughter‚Äôs son,Who, after great Hostilius, here was king;Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,That our best water brought by conduits hither;And nobly named, so twice being censor,Was his great ancestor.SICINIUS: One thus descended,That hath beside well in his person wroughtTo be set high in place, we did commendTo your remembrances: but you have found,Scaling his present bearing with his past,That he‚Äôs your fixed enemy, and revokeYour sudden approbation.BRUTUS: Say, you ne‚Äôer had done‚Äôt‚ÄîHarp on that still‚Äîbut by our putting on;And presently, when you have drawn your number,Repair to the Capitol.All: We will so: almost allRepent in their election.[Exeunt Citizens.]BRUTUS: Let them go on;This mutiny were better put in hazard,Than stay, past doubt, for greater:If, as his nature is, he fall in rageWith their refusal, both observe and answerThe vantage of his anger.SICINIUS: To the Capitol, come:We will be there before the stream o‚Äô the people;And this shall seem, as partly ‚Äôtis, their own,Which we have goaded onward.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_8378.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>8378</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act II, Scene II</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE II: The same. The Capitol.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.}First Officer: Come, come, they are almost here. How many standfor consulships?Second Officer: Three, they say: but ‚Äôtis thought of every oneCoriolanus will carry it.First Officer: That‚Äôs a brave fellow; but he‚Äôs vengeance proud, andloves not the common people.Second Officer: Faith, there had been many great menthat have flattered the people, who ne‚Äôer loved them;and there be many that they have loved, they know notwherefore: so that, if they love they know not why,they hate upon no better a ground: therefore, forCoriolanus neither to care whether they love or hatehim manifests the true knowledge he has in theirdisposition; and out of his noble carelessness letsthem plainly see‚Äôt.First Officer: If he did not care whether he had theirlove or no, he waved indifferently ‚Äôtwixt doing themneither good nor harm: but he seeks their hate withgreater devotion than can render it him; and leavesnothing undone that may fully discover him theiropposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice anddispleasure of the people is as bad as that which hedislikes, to flatter them for their love.Second Officer: He hath deserved worthily of his country:and his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who,having been supple and courteous to the people,bonneted, without any further deed to have them atall into their estimation and report: but he hath soplanted his honours in their eyes, and his actionsin their hearts, that for their tongues to besilent, and not confess so much, were a kind ofingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were amalice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluckreproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.First Officer: No more of him; he is a worthy man:make way, they are coming.{A sennet. Enter, with actors before them, COMINIUS the consul,MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, Senators, SICINIUS and BRUTUS.The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take their Places bythemselves. CORIOLANUS stands.}MENENIUS: Having determined of the Volsces andTo send for Titus Lartius, it remains,As the main point of this our after-meeting,To gratify his noble service thatHath thus stood for his country: therefore, please you,Most reverend and grave elders, to desireThe present consul, and last generalIn our well-found successes, to reportA little of that worthy work perform‚ÄôdBy Caius Marcius Coriolanus, whomWe met here both to thank and to rememberWith honours like himself.First Senator: Speak, good Cominius:Leave nothing out for length, and make us thinkRather our state‚Äôs defective for requitalThan we to stretch it out. [To the Tribunes.]Masters o‚Äô the people,We do request your kindest ears, and after,Your loving motion toward the common body,To yield what passes here.SICINIUS: We are conventedUpon a pleasing treaty, and have heartsInclinable to honour and advanceThe theme of our assembly.BRUTUS: Which the ratherWe shall be blest to do, if he rememberA kinder value of the people thanHe hath hereto prized them at.MENENIUS: That‚Äôs off, that‚Äôs off;I would you rather had been silent. Please youTo hear Cominius speak?BRUTUS: Most willingly;But yet my caution was more pertinentThan the rebuke you give it.MENENIUS: He loves your peopleBut tie him not to be their bedfellow.Worthy Cominius, speak. [CORIOLANUS offers to go away.]Nay, keep your place.First Senator: Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hearWhat you have nobly done.CORIOLANUS: Your horror‚Äôs pardon:I had rather have my wounds to heal againThan hear say how I got them.BRUTUS: Sir, I hopeMy words disbench‚Äôd you not.CORIOLANUS: No, sir: yet oft,When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but your people,I love them as they weigh.MENENIUS: Pray now, sit down.CORIOLANUS: I had rather have one scratch my head i‚Äô the sunWhen the alarum were struck than idly sitTo hear my nothings monster‚Äôd. [Exit.]MENENIUS: Masters of the people,Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter‚ÄîThat‚Äôs thousand to one good one‚Äîwhen you now seeHe had rather venture all his limbs for honourThan one on‚Äôs ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.COMINIUS: I shall lack voice: the deeds of CoriolanusShould not be utter‚Äôd feebly. It is heldThat valour is the chiefest virtue, andMost dignifies the haver: if it be,The man I speak of cannot in the worldBe singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he foughtBeyond the mark of others: our then dictator,Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,When with his Amazonian chin he droveThe bristled lips before him: he bestridAn o‚Äôer-press‚Äôd Roman and i‚Äô the consul‚Äôs viewSlew three opposers: Tarquin‚Äôs self he met,And struck him on his knee: in that day‚Äôs feats,When he might act the woman in the scene,He proved best man i‚Äô the field, and for his meedWas brow-bound with the oak. His pupil ageMan-enter‚Äôd thus, he waxed like a sea,And in the brunt of seventeen battles sinceHe lurch‚Äôd all swords of the garland. For this last,Before and in Corioli, let me say,I cannot speak him home: he stopp‚Äôd the fliers;And by his rare example made the cowardTurn terror into sport: as weeds beforeA vessel under sail, so men obey‚ÄôdAnd fell below his stem: his sword, death‚Äôs stamp,Where it did mark, it took; from face to footHe was a thing of blood, whose every motionWas timed with dying cries: alone he enter‚ÄôdThe mortal gate of the city, which he paintedWith shunless destiny; aidless came off,And with a sudden reinforcement struckCorioli like a planet: now all‚Äôs his:When, by and by, the din of war gan pierceHis ready sense; then straight his doubled spiritRe-quicken‚Äôd what in flesh was fatigate,And to the battle came he; where he didRun reeking o‚Äôer the lives of men, as if‚ÄôTwere a perpetual spoil: and till we call‚ÄôdBoth field and city ours, he never stoodTo ease his breast with panting.MENENIUS: Worthy man!First Senator: He cannot but with measure fit the honoursWhich we devise him.COMINIUS: Our spoils he kick‚Äôd at,And look‚Äôd upon things precious as they wereThe common muck of the world: he covets lessThan misery itself would give; rewardsHis deeds with doing them, and is contentTo spend the time to end it.MENENIUS: He‚Äôs right noble:Let him be call‚Äôd for.First Senator: Call Coriolanus.Officer: He doth appear.{Re-enter CORIOLANUS.}MENENIUS: The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleasedTo make thee consul.CORIOLANUS: I do owe them stillMy life and services.MENENIUS: It then remainsThat you do speak to the people.CORIOLANUS: I do beseech you,Let me o‚Äôerleap that custom, for I cannotPut on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,For my wounds‚Äô sake, to give their suffrage: please youThat I may pass this doing.SICINIUS: Sir, the peopleMust have their voices; neither will they bateOne jot of ceremony.MENENIUS: Put them not to‚Äôt:Pray you, go fit you to the custom andTake to you, as your predecessors have,Your honour with your form.CORIOLANUS: It is apartThat I shall blush in acting, and might wellBe taken from the people.BRUTUS: Mark you that?CORIOLANUS: To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,As if I had received them for the hireOf their breath only!MENENIUS: Do not stand upon‚Äôt.We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,Our purpose to them: and to our noble consulWish we all joy and honour.Senators: To Coriolanus come all joy and honour![Flourish of cornets. Exeunt all but SICINIUS and BRUTUS.]BRUTUS: You see how he intends to use the people.SICINIUS: May they perceive‚Äôs intent! He will require them,As if he did contemn what he requestedShould be in them to give.BRUTUS: Come, we‚Äôll inform themOf our proceedings here: on the marketplace,I know, they do attend us.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_8098.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>8098</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act II, Scene I</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE I: Rome. A public place.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter MENENIUS with the two Tribunes of the people,SICINIUS and BRUTUS.}MENENIUS: The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.BRUTUS: Good or bad?MENENIUS: Not according to the prayer of the people, for theylove not Marcius.SICINIUS: Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.MENENIUS: Pray you, who does the wolf love?SICINIUS: The lamb.MENENIUS: Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians wouldthe noble Marcius.BRUTUS: He‚Äôs a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.MENENIUS: He‚Äôs a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You twoare old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.Both: Well, sir.MENENIUS: In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you twohave not in abundance?BRUTUS: He‚Äôs poor in no one fault, but stored with all.SICINIUS: Especially in pride.BRUTUS: And topping all others in boasting.MENENIUS: This is strange now: do you two know how you arecensured here in the city, I mean of us o‚Äô the right-hand file? do you?Both: Why, how are we censured?MENENIUS: Because you talk of pride now,‚Äîwill you not be angry?Both: Well, well, sir, well.MENENIUS: Why, ‚Äôtis no great matter; for a very littlethief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience:give your dispositions the reins, and be angry atyour pleasures; at the least if you take it as a pleasureto you in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud?BRUTUS: We do it not alone, sir.MENENIUS: I know you can do very little alone; for yourhelps are many, or else your actions would growwondrous single: your abilities are too infant-likefor doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that youcould turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,and make but an interior survey of your good selves!O that you could!BRUTUS: What then, sir?MENENIUS: Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as any in Rome.SICINIUS: Menenius, you are known well enough too.MENENIUS: I am known to be a humorous patrician,and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop ofallaying Tiber in‚Äôt; said to be something imperfect infavouring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-likeupon too trivial motion; one that converses morewith the buttock of the night than with the foreheadof the morning: what I think I utter, and spend mymalice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen asyou are‚ÄîI cannot call you Lycurguses‚Äîif the drinkyou give me touch my palate adversely, I make acrooked face at it. I can‚Äôt say your worships havedelivered the matter well, when I find the ass incompound with the major part of your syllables: andthough I must be content to bear with those that sayyou are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly thattell you you have good faces. If you see this inthe map of my microcosm, follows it that I am knownwell enough too? what harm can your <a href="#" class="group">bisson</a>conspectuities glean out of this character, if I beknown well enough too?BRUTUS: Come, sir, come, we know you well enough.MENENIUS: You know neither me, yourselves nor anything. You are ambitious for poor knaves‚Äô caps and legs:you wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing acause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller;and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to asecond day of audience. When you are hearing amatter between party and party, if you chance tobe pinched with the colic, you make faces likemummers; set up the bloody flag against allpatience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismissthe controversy bleeding the more entangledby your hearing: all the peace you make in theircause is, calling both the parties knaves. You area pair of strange ones.BRUTUS: Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfectergiber for the table than a necessary bencher in the Capitol.MENENIUS: Our very priests must become mockers, ifthey shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are.When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worththe wagging of your beards; and your beards deservenot so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher‚Äôscushion, or to be entombed in an ass‚Äôs pack-saddle.Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud;who in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessorssince Deucalion, though peradventure some of thebest of ‚Äôem were hereditary hangmen. God-den toyour worships: more of your conversation wouldinfect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastlyplebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you. [BRUTUS and SICINIUS go aside.] {Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA.}How now, my as fair as noble ladies,‚Äîand the moon,were she earthly, no nobler,‚Äîwhither do you followyour eyes so fast?VOLUMNIA: Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches;for the love of Juno, let‚Äôs go.MENENIUS: Ha! Marcius coming home!VOLUMNIA: Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous approbation.MENENIUS: Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!Marcius coming home!VOLUMNIA & VIRGILIA: Nay,‚Äôtis true.VOLUMNIA: Look, here‚Äôs a letter from him: the state hathanother, his wife another; and, I think, there‚Äôs one at home for you.MENENIUS: I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for me!VIRGILIA: Yes, certain, there‚Äôs a letter for you; I saw‚Äôt.MENENIUS: A letter for me! it gives me an estate ofseven years‚Äô health; in which time I will make a lip atthe physician: the most sovereign prescription inGalen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative,of no better report than a horse-drench. Is henot wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.VIRGILIA: O, no, no, no.VOLUMNIA: O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for‚Äôt.MENENIUS: So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a‚Äôvictory in his pocket? the wounds become him.VOLUMNIA: On‚Äôs brows: Menenius, he comes the third time homewith the oaken garland.MENENIUS: Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?VOLUMNIA: Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, butAufidius got off.MENENIUS: And ‚Äôtwas time for him too, I‚Äôll warranthim that: an he had stayed by him, I would not havebeen so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and thegold that‚Äôs in them. Is the senate possessed of this?VOLUMNIA: Good ladies, let‚Äôs go. Yes, yes, yes;the senate has letters from the general, wherein hegives my son the whole name of the war: he hathin this action outdone his former deeds doubly.VALERIA: In troth, there‚Äôs wondrous things spoke of him.MENENIUS: Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not withouthis true purchasing.VIRGILIA: The gods grant them true!VOLUMNIA: True! pow, wow.MENENIUS: True! I‚Äôll be sworn they are true.Where is he wounded? [To the Tribunes.]God save your good worships! Marcius is coming home:he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?VOLUMNIA: I‚Äô the shoulder and i‚Äô the left arm therewill be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shallstand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquinseven hurts i‚Äô the body.MENENIUS: One i‚Äô the neck, and two i‚Äô the thigh,‚Äîthere‚Äôsnine that I know.VOLUMNIA: He had, before this last expedition, twenty-fivewounds upon him.MENENIUS: Now it‚Äôs twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy‚Äôs grave. [A shout and flourish.]Hark! the trumpets.VOLUMNIA: These are the ushers of Marcius: beforehim he carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:Death, that dark spirit, in ‚Äôs nervy arm doth lie;Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.{A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the general,and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS,crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains andSoldiers, and a Herald.}Herald: Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fightWithin Corioli gates: where he hath won,With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; theseIn honour follows Coriolanus.Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus![Flourish.]All: Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!CORIOLANUS: No more of this; it does offend my heart:Pray now, no more.COMINIUS: Look, sir, your mother!CORIOLANUS: O,You have, I know, petition‚Äôd all the godsFor my prosperity![Kneels.]VOLUMNIA: Nay, my good soldier, up;My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, andBy deed-achieving honour newly named,‚ÄîWhat is it?‚ÄîCoriolanus must I call thee?‚ÄîBut O, thy wife!CORIOLANUS: My gracious silence, hail!Wouldst thou have laugh‚Äôd had I come coffin‚Äôd home,That weep‚Äôst to see me triumph? Ay, my dear,Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,And mothers that lack sons.MENENIUS: Now, the gods crown thee!CORIOLANUS: And live you yet? [To VALERIA.]O my sweet lady, pardon.VOLUMNIA: I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:And welcome, general: and ye‚Äôre welcome all.MENENIUS: A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weepAnd I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.A curse begin at very root on‚Äôs heart,That is not glad to see thee! You are threeThat Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,We have some old crab-trees here at home that will notBe grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:We call a nettle but a nettle andThe faults of fools but folly.COMINIUS: Ever right.CORIOLANUS: Menenius ever, ever.Herald: Give way there, and go on!CORIOLANUS: [To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA] Your hand, and yours:Ere in our own house I do shade my head,The good patricians must be visited;From whom I have received not only greetings,But with them change of honours.VOLUMNIA: I have livedTo see inherited my very wishesAnd the buildings of my fancy: onlyThere‚Äôs one thing wanting, which I doubt not butOur Rome will cast upon thee.CORIOLANUS: Know, good mother,I had rather be their servant in my way,Than sway with them in theirs.COMINIUS: On, to the Capitol![Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before.BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward.]BRUTUS: All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sightsAre spectacled to see him: your prattling nurseInto a rapture lets her baby cryWhile she chats him: the kitchen malkin pinsHer richest lockram ‚Äôbout her reechy neck,Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,Are smother‚Äôd up, leads fill‚Äôd, and ridges horsedWith variable complexions, all agreeingIn earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamensDo press among the popular throngs and puffTo win a vulgar station: or veil‚Äôd damesCommit the war of white and damask inTheir nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoilOf Ph≈ìbus‚Äô burning kisses: such a potherAs if that whatsoever god who leads himWere slily crept into his human powersAnd gave him graceful posture.SICINIUS: On the sudden,I warrant him consul.BRUTUS: Then our office may,During his power, go sleep.SICINIUS: He cannot temperately transport his honoursFrom where he should begin and end, but willLose those he hath won.BRUTUS: In that there‚Äôs comfort.SICINIUS: Doubt notThe commoners, for whom we stand, but theyUpon their ancient malice will forgetWith the least cause these his new honours, whichThat he will give them make I as little questionAs he is proud to do‚Äôt.BRUTUS: I heard him swear,Were he to stand for consul, never would heAppear i‚Äô the market-place nor on him putThe napless vesture of humility;Nor showing, as the manner is, his woundsTo the people, beg their stinking breaths.SICINIUS: ‚ÄôTis right.BRUTUS: It was his word: O, he would miss it ratherThan carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him,And the desire of the nobles.SICINIUS: I wish no betterThan have him hold that purpose and to put itIn execution.BRUTUS: ‚ÄôTis most like he will.SICINIUS: It shall be to him then as our good wills,A sure destruction.BRUTUS: So it must fall outTo him or our authorities. For an end,We must suggest the people in what hatredHe still hath held them; that to‚Äôs power he wouldHave made them mules, silenced their pleaders andDispropertied their freedoms, holding them,In human action and capacity,Of no more soul nor fitness for the worldThan camels in the war, who have their provandOnly for bearing burdens, and sore blowsFor sinking under them.SICINIUS: This, as you say, suggestedAt some time when his soaring insolenceShall touch the people‚Äîwhich time shall not want,If he be put upon ‚Äôt; and that‚Äôs as easyAs to set dogs on sheep‚Äîwill be his fireTo kindle their dry stubble; and their blazeShall darken him for ever.{Enter a Messenger.}BRUTUS: What‚Äôs the matter?Messenger: You are sent for to the Capitol. ‚ÄôTis thoughtThat Marcius shall be consul:I have seen the dumb men throng to see him andThe blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves,Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,Upon him as he pass‚Äôd: the nobles bended,As to Jove‚Äôs statue, and the commons madeA shower and thunder with their caps and shouts:I never saw the like.BRUTUS: Let‚Äôs to the Capitol;And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,But hearts for the event.SICINIUS: Have with you.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_7707.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>7707</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene X</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE X: The camp of the Volsces.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS,bloody, with two or three Soldiers.}AUFIDIUS: The town is ta‚Äôen!First Soldier: ‚ÄôTwill be deliver‚Äôd back on good condition.AUFIDIUS: Condition!I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition!What good condition can a treaty findI‚Äô the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me,And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounterAs often as we eat. By the elements,If e‚Äôer again I meet him beard to beard,He‚Äôs mine, or I am his: mine emulationHath not that honour in‚Äôt it had; for whereI thought to crush him in an equal force,True sword to sword, I‚Äôll potch at him some wayOr wrath or craft may get him.First Soldier: He‚Äôs the devil.AUFIDIUS: Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour‚Äôs poison‚ÄôdWith only suffering stain by him; for himShall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary,Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,Embarquements all of fury, shall lift upTheir rotten privilege and custom ‚ÄôgainstMy hate to Marcius: where I find him, were itAt home, upon my brother‚Äôs guard, even there,Against the hospitable canon, would IWash my fierce hand in‚Äôs heart. Go you to the city;Learn how ‚Äôtis held; and what they are that mustBe hostages for Rome.First Soldier: Will not you go?AUFIDIUS: I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you‚Äî‚ÄôTis south the city mills‚Äîbring me word thitherHow the world goes, that to the pace of itI may spur on my journey.First Soldier: I shall, sir.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_7472.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>7472</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene IX</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE IX: The Roman camp.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish.Enter, from one side, COMINIUS with the Romans;from the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in a scarf.}COMINIUS: If I should tell thee o‚Äôer this thy day‚Äôs work,Thou‚Äôldst not believe thy deeds: but I‚Äôll report itWhere senators shall mingle tears with smiles,Where great patricians shall attend and shrug,I‚Äô the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted,And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the dull tribunes,That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,Shall say against their hearts ‚ÄòWe thank the godsOur Rome hath such a soldier.‚ÄôYet camest thou to a morsel of this feast,Having fully dined before.{Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power, from the pursuit.}LARTIUS: O general,Here is the steed, we the caparison:Hadst thou beheld‚ÄîMARCIUS: Pray now, no more: my mother,Who has a charter to extol her blood,When she does praise me grieves me. I have doneAs you have done; that‚Äôs what I can; inducedAs you have been; that‚Äôs for my country:He that has but effected his good willHath overta‚Äôen mine act.COMINIUS: You shall not beThe grave of your deserving; Rome must knowThe value of her own: ‚Äôtwere a concealmentWorse than a theft, no less than a traducement,To hide your doings; and to silence that,Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch‚Äôd,Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech youIn sign of what you are, not to rewardWhat you have done‚Äîbefore our army hear me.MARCIUS: I have some wounds upon me, and they smartTo hear themselves remember‚Äôd.COMINIUS: Should they not,Well might they fester ‚Äôgainst ingratitude,And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,Whereof we have ta‚Äôen good and good store, of allThe treasure in this field achieved and city,We render you the tenth, to be ta‚Äôen forth,Before the common distribution, atYour only choice.MARCIUS: I thank you, general;But cannot make my heart consent to takeA bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;And stand upon my common part with thoseThat have beheld the doing.[A long flourish. They all cry ‚ÄôMarcius! Marcius!‚Äôcast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare.]MARCIUS: May these same instruments, which you profane,Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shallI‚Äô the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities beMade all of false-faced soothing!When steel grows soft as the parasite‚Äôs silk,Let him be made a coverture for the wars!No more, I say! For that I have not wash‚ÄôdMy nose that bled, or foil‚Äôd some debile wretch.‚ÄîWhich, without note, here‚Äôs many else have done,‚ÄîYou shout me forthIn acclamations hyperbolical;As if I loved my little should be dietedIn praises sauced with lies.COMINIUS: Too modest are you;More cruel to your good report than gratefulTo us that give you truly: by your patience,If ‚Äôgainst yourself you be incensed, we‚Äôll put you,Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles,Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known,As to us, to all the world, that Caius MarciusWears this war‚Äôs garland: in token of the which,My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,With all his trim belonging; and from this time,For what he did before Corioli, call him,With all the applause and clamour of the host,CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS! BearThe addition nobly ever![Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums.]All: Caius Marcius Coriolanus!CORIOLANUS: I will go wash;And when my face is fair, you shall perceiveWhether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.I mean to stride your steed, and at all timesTo undercrest your good additionTo the fairness of my power.COMINIUS: So, to our tent;Where, ere we do repose us, we will writeTo Rome of our success. You, Titus Lartius,Must to Corioli back: send us to RomeThe best, with whom we may articulate,For their own good and ours.LARTIUS: I shall, my lord.CORIOLANUS: The gods begin to mock me. I, that nowRefused most princely gifts, am bound to begOf my lord general.COMINIUS: Take‚Äôt; ‚Äôtis yours. What is‚Äôt?CORIOLANUS: I sometime lay here in CorioliAt a poor man‚Äôs house; he used me kindly:He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;But then Aufidius was within my view,And wrath o‚Äôerwhelm‚Äôd my pity: I request youTo give my poor host freedom.COMINIUS: O, well begg‚Äôd!Were he the butcher of my son, he shouldBe free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.LARTIUS: Marcius, his name?CORIOLANUS: By Jupiter! forgot.I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.Have we no wine here?COMINIUS: Go we to our tent:The blood upon your visage dries; ‚Äôtis timeIt should be look‚Äôd to: come.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_7286.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>7286</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene VIII</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE VIII: A field of battle.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS.}MARCIUS: I‚Äôll fight with none but thee; for I do hate theeWorse than a promise-breaker.AUFIDIUS: We hate alike:Not Afric owns a serpent I abhorMore than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.MARCIUS: Let the first budger die the other‚Äôs slave,And the gods doom him after!AUFIDIUS: If I fly, Marcius,Holloa me like a hare.MARCIUS: Within these three hours, Tullus,Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,And made what work I pleased: ‚Äôtis not my bloodWherein thou seest me mask‚Äôd; for thy revengeWrench up thy power to the highest.AUFIDIUS: Wert thou the HectorThat was the whip of your bragg‚Äôd progeny,Thou shouldst not scape me here. [They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of AUFIDIUS. MARCIUS fights till they be driven in breathless.]Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed meIn your condemned seconds.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_6992.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>6992</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene VII</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE VII: The gates of Corioli.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with drumand trumpet toward COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters withLieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout.}LARTIUS: So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties,As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatchThose centuries to our aid: the rest will serveFor a short holding: if we lose the field,We cannot keep the town.Lieutenant: Fear not our care, sir.LARTIUS: Hence, and shut your gates upon‚Äôs.Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_6884.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>6884</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene VI</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE VI: Near the camp of Cominius.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire, with soldiers.}COMINIUS: Breathe you, my friends: well fought; we are come offLike Romans, neither foolish in our stands,Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,By interims and conveying gusts we have heardThe charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!Lead their successes as we wish our own,That both our powers, with smiling fronts encountering,May give you thankful sacrifice. {Enter a Messenger.} Thy news?Messenger: The citizens of Corioli have issued,And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:I saw our party to their trenches driven,And then I came away.COMINIUS: Though thou speak‚Äôst truth,Methinks thou speak‚Äôst not well.How long is‚Äôt since?Messenger: Above an hour, my lord.COMINIUS: ‚ÄôTis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,And bring thy news so late?Messenger: Spies of the VolscesHeld me in chase, that I was forced to wheelThree or four miles about, else had I, sir,Half an hour since brought my report.COMINIUS: Who‚Äôs yonder,That does appear as he were flay‚Äôd? O godsHe has the stamp of Marcius; and I haveBefore-time seen him thus.MARCIUS: [Within] Come I too late?COMINIUS: The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabourMore than I know the sound of Marcius‚Äô tongueFrom every meaner man.{Enter MARCIUS.}MARCIUS: Come I too late?COMINIUS: Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,But mantled in your own.MARCIUS: O, let me clip yeIn arms as sound as when I woo‚Äôd, in heartAs merry as when our nuptial day was done,And tapers burn‚Äôd to bedward!COMINIUS: Flower of warriors,How is it with Titus Lartius?MARCIUS: As with a man busied about decrees:Condemning some to death, and some to exile;Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other;Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,To let him slip at will.COMINIUS: Where is that slaveWhich told me they had beat you to your trenches?Where is he? call him hither.MARCIUS: Let him alone;He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,The common file‚Äîa plague! tribunes for them!‚ÄîThe mouse ne‚Äôer shunn‚Äôd the cat as they did budgeFrom rascals worse than they.COMINIUS: But how prevail‚Äôd you?MARCIUS: Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.Where is the enemy? are you lords o‚Äô the field?If not, why cease you till you are so?COMINIUS: Marcius,We have at disadvantage fought and didRetire to win our purpose.MARCIUS: How lies their battle? know you on which sideThey have placed their men of trust?COMINIUS: As I guess, Marcius,Their bands i‚Äô the vaward are the Antiates,Of their best trust; o‚Äôer them Aufidius,Their very heart of hope.MARCIUS: I do beseech you,By all the battles wherein we have fought,By the blood we have shed together, by the vowsWe have made to endure friends, that you directlySet me against Aufidius and his Antiates;And that you not delay the present, but,Filling the air with swords advanced and darts,We prove this very hour.COMINIUS: Though I could wishYou were conducted to a gentle bathAnd balms applied to, you, yet dare I neverDeny your asking: take your choice of thoseThat best can aid your action.MARCIUS: Those are theyThat most are willing. If any such be here‚ÄîAs it were sin to doubt‚Äîthat love this paintingWherein you see me smear‚Äôd; if any fearLesser his person than an ill report;If any think brave death outweighs bad lifeAnd that his country‚Äôs dearer than himself;Let him alone, or so many so minded,Wave thus, to express his disposition,And follow Marcius. [They all shout and wave their swords, take him up in their arms, and cast up their caps.]O, me alone! make you a sword of me?If these shows be not outward, which of youBut is four Volsces? none of you but isAble to bear against the great AufidiusA shield as hard as his. A certain number,Though thanks to all, must I select from all: the restShall bear the business in some other fight,As cause will be obey‚Äôd. Please you to march;And four shall quickly draw out my command,Which men are best inclined.COMINIUS: March on, my fellows:Make good this ostentation, and you shallDivide in all with us.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_6631.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>6631</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene V</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE V: Corioli. A street.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter certain Romans, with spoils.}First Roman: This will I carry to Rome.Second Roman: And I this.Third Roman: A murrain on‚Äôt! I took this for silver.[Alarum continues still afar off.]{Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet.}MARCIUS: See here these movers that do prize their hoursAt a crack‚Äôd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen wouldBury with those that wore them, these base slaves,Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!There is the man of my soul‚Äôs hate, Aufidius,Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, takeConvenient numbers to make good the city;Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will hasteTo help Cominius.LARTIUS: Worthy sir, thou bleed‚Äôst;Thy exercise hath been too violent forA second course of fight.MARCIUS: Sir, praise me not;My work hath yet not warm‚Äôd me: fare you well:The blood I drop is rather physicalThan dangerous to me: to Aufidius thusI will appear, and fight.LARTIUS: Now the fair goddess, Fortune,Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charmsMisguide thy opposers‚Äô swords! Bold gentleman,Prosperity be thy page!MARCIUS: Thy friend no lessThan those she placeth highest! So, farewell.LARTIUS: Thou worthiest Marcius! [Exit MARCIUS.]Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;Call thither all the officers o‚Äô the town,Where they shall know our mind: away![Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_6174.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>6174</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene IV</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE IV: Before Corioli.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS,Captains and Soldiers. To them a Messenger.}MARCIUS: Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.LARTIUS: My horse to yours, no.MARCIUS: ‚ÄôTis done.LARTIUS: Agreed.MARCIUS: Say, has our general met the enemy?Messenger: They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.LARTIUS: So, the good horse is mine.MARCIUS: I‚Äôll buy him of you.LARTIUS: No, I‚Äôll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I willFor half a hundred years. Summon the town.MARCIUS: How far off lie these armies?Messenger: Within this mile and half.MARCIUS: Then shall we hear their ‚Äôlarum, and they ours.Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,That we with smoking swords may march from hence,To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast. {They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others on the walls.}Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?First Senator: No, nor a man that fears you less than he,That‚Äôs lesser than a little. [Drums afar off.] Hark! our drumsAre bringing forth our youth. We‚Äôll break our walls,Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,Which yet seem shut, we have but pinn‚Äôd with rushes;They‚Äôll open of themselves. [Alarum afar off.] Hark you. far off!There is Aufidius; list, what work he makesAmongst your cloven army.MARCIUS: O, they are at it!LARTIUS: Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!{Enter the army of the Volsces.}MARCIUS: They fear us not, but issue forth their city.Now put your shields before your hearts, and fightWith hearts more proof than shields. Advance, brave Titus:They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:He that retires I‚Äôll take him for a Volsce,And he shall feel mine edge.{Alarum. The Romans are beat back to theirtrenches. Re-enter MARCIUS cursing.}MARCIUS: All the contagion of the south light on you,You shames of Rome! you herd of‚ÄîBoils and plaguesPlaster you o‚Äôer, that you may be abhorr‚ÄôdFurther than seen and one infect anotherAgainst the wind a mile! You souls of geese,That bear the shapes of men, how have you runFrom slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell!All hurt behind; backs red, and faces paleWith flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home,Or, by the fires of heaven, I‚Äôll leave the foeAnd make my wars on you: look to‚Äôt: come on;If you‚Äôll stand fast, we‚Äôll beat them to their wives,As they us to our trenches followed. {Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and MARCIUS follows them to the gates.}So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds:‚ÄôTis for the followers fortune widens them,Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.[Enters the gates.]First Soldier: Fool-hardiness; not I.Second Soldier: Nor I.[MARCIUS is shut in.]First Soldier: See, they have shut him in.All: To the pot, I warrant him.[Alarum continues.]{Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS.}LARTIUS: What is become of Marcius?All: Slain, sir, doubtless.First Soldier: Following the fliers at the very heels,With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,Clapp‚Äôd to their gates: he is himself alone,To answer all the city.LARTIUS: O noble fellow!Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius:A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldierEven to Cato‚Äôs wish, not fierce and terribleOnly in strokes; but, with thy grim looks andThe thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the worldWere feverous and did tremble.{Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy.}First Soldier: Look, sir.LARTIUS: O,‚Äôtis Marcius!Let‚Äôs fetch him off, or make remain alike.[They fight, and all enter the city.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_6025.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>6025</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene III</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE III: Rome. A room in Marcius‚Äô house.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA: they set them downon two low stools, and sew.}VOLUMNIA: I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourselfin a more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband,I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein hewon honour than in the embracements of his bed wherehe would show most love. When yet he was buttender-bodied and the only son of my womb, whenyouth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, whenfor a day of kings‚Äô entreaties a mother should notsell him an hour from her beholding, I, consideringhow honour would become such a person. that it wasno better than picture-like to hang by the wall, ifrenown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seekdanger where he was like to find fame. To a cruelwar I sent him; from whence he returned, his browsbound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang notmore in joy at first hearing he was a man-child thannow in first seeing he had proved himself a man.VIRGILIA: But had he died in the business, madam; how then?VOLUMNIA: Then his good report should have beenmy son; I therein would have found issue. Hear meprofess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my lovealike and none less dear than thine and my goodMarcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for theircountry than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.{Enter a Gentlewoman.}Gentlewoman: Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.VIRGILIA: Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.VOLUMNIA: Indeed, you shall not.Methinks I hear hither your husband‚Äôs drum,See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:‚ÄòCome on, you cowards! you were got in fear,Though you were born in Rome:‚Äô his bloody browWith his mail‚Äôd hand then wiping, forth he goes,Like to a harvest-man that‚Äôs task‚Äôd to mowOr all or lose his hire.VIRGILIA: His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!VOLUMNIA: Away, you fool! it more becomes a manThan gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,When she did suckle Hector, look‚Äôd not lovelierThan Hector‚Äôs forehead when it spit forth bloodAt Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria,We are fit to bid her welcome.[Exit Gentlewoman.]VIRGILIA: Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!VOLUMNIA: He‚Äôll beat Aufidius‚Äô head below his kneeAnd tread upon his neck.{Enter VALERIA, with an Usher and Gentlewoman.}VALERIA: My ladies both, good day to you.VOLUMNIA: Sweet madam.VIRGILIA: I am glad to see your ladyship.VALERIA: How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good faith. Howdoes your little son?VIRGILIA: I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.VOLUMNIA: He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, thanlook upon his school-master.VALERIA: O‚Äô my word, the father‚Äôs son: I‚Äôll swear,‚Äôtis a very pretty boy. O‚Äô my troth, I looked upon himo‚Äô Wednesday half an hour together: has such aconfirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gildedbutterfly: and when he caught it, he let it goagain; and after it again; and over and over hecomes, and again; catched it again; or whether hisfall enraged him, or how ‚Äôtwas, he did so set his teethand tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked it!VOLUMNIA: One on ‚Äôs father‚Äôs moods.VALERIA: Indeed, la, ‚Äôtis a noble child.VIRGILIA: A crack, madam.VALERIA: Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you playthe idle husewife with me this afternoon.VIRGILIA: No, good madam; I will not out of doors.VALERIA: Not out of doors!VOLUMNIA: She shall, she shall.VIRGILIA: Indeed, no, by your patience; I‚Äôll not over thethreshold till my lord return from the wars.VALERIA: Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come,you must go visit the good lady that lies in.VIRGILIA: I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her withmy prayers; but I cannot go thither.VOLUMNIA: Why, I pray you?VIRGILIA: ‚ÄôTis not to save labour, nor that I want love.VALERIA: You would be another Penelope: yet, they say,all the yarn she spun in Ulysses‚Äô absence did but fillIthaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambricwere sensible as your finger, that you might leavepricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.VIRGILIA: No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.VALERIA: In truth, la, go with me; and I‚Äôll tell youexcellent news of your husband.VIRGILIA: O, good madam, there can be none yet.VALERIA: Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news fromhim last night.VIRGILIA: Indeed, madam?VALERIA: In earnest, it‚Äôs true; I heard a senator speak it.Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; againstwhom Cominius the general is gone, with one part ofour Roman power: your lord and Titus Lartius are setdown before their city Corioli; they nothing doubtprevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.VIRGILIA: Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in everything hereafter.VOLUMNIA: Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will butdisease our better mirth.VALERIA: In troth, I think she would. Fare you well,then. Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thysolemness out o‚Äô door. and go along with us.VIRGILIA: No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wishyou much mirth.VALERIA: Well, then, farewell.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_5806.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>5806</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene II</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE II: Corioli. The Senate-house.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and certain Senators.}First Senator: So, your opinion is, Aufidius,That they of Rome are entered in our counselsAnd know how we proceed.AUFIDIUS: Is it not yours?What ever have been thought on in this state,That could be brought to bodily act ere RomeHad circumvention? ‚ÄôTis not four days goneSince I heard thence; these are the words: I thinkI have the letter here; yes, here it is. [Reads.]‚ÄòThey have press‚Äôd a power, but it is not knownWhether for east or west: the dearth is great;The people mutinous; and it is rumour‚Äôd,Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,These three lead on this preparationWhither ‚Äôtis bent: most likely ‚Äôtis for you:Consider of it.‚ÄôFirst Senator: Our army‚Äôs in the fieldWe never yet made doubt but Rome was readyTo answer us.AUFIDIUS: Nor did you think it follyTo keep your great pretences veil‚Äôd till whenThey needs must show themselves; which in the hatching,It seem‚Äôd, appear‚Äôd to Rome. By the discovery .We shall be shorten‚Äôd in our aim, which wasTo take in many towns ere almost RomeShould know we were afoot.Second Senator: Noble Aufidius,Take your commission; hie you to your bands:Let us alone to guard Corioli:If they set down before ‚Äôs, for the removeBring your army; but, I think, you‚Äôll findThey‚Äôve not prepared for us.AUFIDIUS: O, doubt not that;I speak from certainties. Nay, more,Some parcels of their power are forth already,And only hitherward. I leave your honours.If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,‚ÄôTis sworn between us we shall ever strikeTill one can do no more.All: The gods assist you!AUFIDIUS: And keep your honours safe!First Senator: Farewell.Second Senator: Farewell.All: Farewell.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_5617.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>5617</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Act I, Scene I</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>CENE I: Rome. A street.‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî{Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons.}First Citizen: Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.All: Speak, speak.First Citizen: You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?All: Resolved. resolved.First Citizen: First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.All: We know‚Äôt, we know‚Äôt.First Citizen: Let us kill him, and we‚Äôll have corn at our own price.Is‚Äôt a verdict?All: No more talking on‚Äôt; let it be done: away, away!Second Citizen: One word, good citizens.First Citizen: We are accounted poor citizens, the patriciansgood. What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if theywould yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome,we might guess they relieved us humanely;but they think we are too dear: the leanness thatafflicts us, the object of our misery, is as aninventory to particularise their abundance; oursufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this withour pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know Ispeak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.Second Citizen: Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?All: Against him first: he‚Äôs a very dog to the commonalty.Second Citizen: Consider you what services he has done for his country?First Citizen: Very well; and could be content to give him goodreport for‚Äôt, but that he pays himself with being proud.Second Citizen: Nay, but speak not maliciously.First Citizen: I say unto you, what he hath done famously,he did it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can becontent to say it was for his country, he did it toplease his mother, and to be partly proud; which heis, even till the altitude of his virtue.Second Citizen: What he cannot help in his nature, you accounta vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.First Citizen: If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations;he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition. [Shouts within.]What shouts are these? The other side o‚Äô the cityis risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!All: Come, come.First Citizen: Soft! who comes here?{Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.}Second Citizen: Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hathalways loved the people.First Citizen: He‚Äôs one honest enough: would all the rest were so!MENENIUS: What work‚Äôs, my countrymen, in hand? where go youWith bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.First Citizen: Our business is not unknown to the senate;they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do,which now we‚Äôll show ‚Äôem in deeds. They say poor suitorshave strong breaths: they shall know we have strong arms too.MENENIUS: Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,Will you undo yourselves?First Citizen: We cannot, sir, we are undone already.MENENIUS: I tell you, friends, most charitable careHave the patricians of you. For your wants,Your suffering in this dearth, you may as wellStrike at the heaven with your staves as lift themAgainst the Roman state, whose course will onThe way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbsOf more strong link asunder than can everAppear in your impediment. For the dearth,The gods, not the patricians, make it, andYour knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,You are transported by calamityThither where more attends you, and you slanderThe helms o‚Äô the state, who care for you like fathers,When you curse them as enemies.First Citizen: Care for us! True, indeed! They ne‚Äôer caredfor us yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-housescrammed with grain; make edicts for usury, tosupport usurers; repeal daily any wholesome actestablished against the rich, and provide morepiercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrainthe poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; andthere‚Äôs all the love they bear us.MENENIUS: Either you mustConfess yourselves wondrous malicious,Or be accused of folly. I shall tell youA pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;But, since it serves my purpose, I will ventureTo stale ‚Äôt a little more.First Citizen: Well, I‚Äôll hear it, sir: yet you must not think tofob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an ‚Äôt please you, deliver.MENENIUS: There was a time when all the body‚Äôs membersRebell‚Äôd against the belly, thus accused it:That only like a gulf it did remainI‚Äô the midst o‚Äô the body, idle and unactive,Still cupboarding the viand, never bearingLike labour with the rest, where the other instrumentsDid see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,And, mutually participate, did ministerUnto the appetite and affection commonOf the whole body. The belly answer‚Äôd‚ÄîFirst Citizen: Well, sir, what answer made the belly?MENENIUS: Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,Which ne‚Äôer came from the lungs, but even thus‚ÄîFor, look you, I may make the belly smileAs well as speak‚Äîit tauntingly repliedTo the discontented members, the mutinous partsThat envied his receipt; even so most fitlyAs you malign our senators for thatThey are not such as you.First Citizen: Your belly‚Äôs answer? What!The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter.With other muniments and petty helpsIn this our fabric, if that they‚ÄîMENENIUS: What then?‚ÄôFore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?First Citizen: Should by the cormorant belly be restrain‚Äôd,Who is the sink o‚Äô the body,‚ÄîMENENIUS: Well, what then?First Citizen: The former agents, if they did complain,What could the belly answer?MENENIUS: I will tell youIf you‚Äôll bestow a small‚Äîof what you have little‚ÄîPatience awhile, you‚Äôll hear the belly‚Äôs answer.First Citizen: Ye‚Äôre long about it.MENENIUS: Note me this, good friend;Your most grave belly was deliberate,Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer‚Äôd:‚ÄòTrue is it, my incorporate friends,‚Äô quoth he,‚ÄòThat I receive the general food at first,Which you do live upon; and fit it is,Because I am the store-house and the shopOf the whole body: but, if you do remember,I send it through the rivers of your blood,Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o‚Äô the brain;And, through the cranks and offices of man,The strongest nerves and small inferior veinsFrom me receive that natural competencyWhereby they live: and though that all at once,You, my good friends,‚Äô‚Äîthis says the belly, mark me,‚ÄîFirst Citizen: Ay, sir; well, well.MENENIUS: ‚ÄòThough all at once cannotSee what I do deliver out to each,Yet I can make my audit up, that allFrom me do back receive the flour of all,And leave me but the bran.‚Äô What say you to‚Äôt?First Citizen: It was an answer: how apply you this?MENENIUS: The senators of Rome are this good belly,And you the mutinous members; for examineTheir counsels and their cares, digest things rightlyTouching the weal o‚Äô the common, you shall findNo public benefit which you receiveBut it proceeds or comes from them to youAnd no way from yourselves. What do you think,You, the great toe of this assembly?First Citizen: I the great toe! why the great toe?MENENIUS: For that, being one o‚Äô the lowest, basest, poorest,Of this most wise rebellion, thou go‚Äôst foremost:Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,Lead‚Äôst first to win some vantage.But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs:Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;The one side must have bale. {Enter CAIUS MARCIUS.}Hail, noble Marcius!MARCIUS: Thanks. What‚Äôs the matter, you dissentious rogues,That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,Make yourselves scabs?First Citizen: We have ever your good word.MARCIUS: He that will give good words to thee will flatterBeneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue isTo make him worthy whose offence subdues himAnd curse that justice did it.Who deserves greatnessDeserves your hate; and your affections areA sick man‚Äôs appetite, who desires most thatWhich would increase his evil. He that dependsUpon your favours swims with fins of leadAnd hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?With every minute you do change a mind,And call him noble that was now your hate,Him vile that was your garland. What‚Äôs the matter,That in these several places of the cityYou cry against the noble senate, who,Under the gods, keep you in awe, which elseWould feed on one another? What‚Äôs their seeking?MENENIUS: For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,The city is well stored.MARCIUS: Hang ‚Äôem! They say!They‚Äôll sit by the fire, and presume to knowWhat‚Äôs done i‚Äô the Capitol; who‚Äôs like to rise,Who thrives and who declines; side factions and give outConjectural marriages; making parties strongAnd feebling such as stand not in their likingBelow their cobbled shoes. They say there‚Äôs grain enough!Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,And let me use my sword, I‚Äôll make a quarryWith thousands of these quarter‚Äôd slaves, as highAs I could pick my lance.MENENIUS: Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;For though abundantly they lack discretion,Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,What says the other troop?MARCIUS: They are dissolved: hang ‚Äôem!They said they were an-hungry; sigh‚Äôd forth proverbs,That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent notCorn for the rich men only: with these shredsThey vented their complainings; which being answer‚Äôd,And a petition granted them, a strange one‚ÄîTo break the heart of generosity,And make bold power look pale‚Äîthey threw their capsAs they would hang them on the horns o‚Äô the moon,Shouting their emulation.MENENIUS: What is granted them?MARCIUS: Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,Of their own choice: one‚Äôs Junius Brutus,Sicinius Velutus, and I know not‚Äî‚ÄôSdeath!The rabble should have first unroof‚Äôd the city,Ere so prevail‚Äôd with me: it will in timeWin upon power and throw forth greater themesFor insurrection‚Äôs arguing.MENENIUS: This is strange.MARCIUS: Go, get you home, you fragments!{Enter a Messenger, hastily.}Messenger: Where‚Äôs Caius Marcius?MARCIUS: Here: what‚Äôs the matter?Messenger: The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.MARCIUS: I am glad on ‚Äôt: then we shall ha‚Äô means to ventOur musty superfluity. See, our best elders.{Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators;JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS.}First Senator: Marcius, ‚Äôtis true that you have lately told us;The Volsces are in arms.MARCIUS: They have a leader,Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to ‚Äôt.I sin in envying his nobility,And were I any thing but what I am,I would wish me only he.COMINIUS: You have fought together.MARCIUS: Were half to half the world by the ears and he.Upon my party, I‚Äôld revolt to makeOnly my wars with him: he is a lionThat I am proud to hunt.First Senator: Then, worthy Marcius,Attend upon Cominius to these wars.COMINIUS: It is your former promise.MARCIUS: Sir, it is;And I am constant. Titus Lartius, thouShalt see me once more strike at Tullus‚Äô face.What, art thou stiff? stand‚Äôst out?TITUS: No, Caius Marcius;I‚Äôll lean upon one crutch and fight with t‚Äôother,Ere stay behind this business.MENENIUS: O, true-bred!First Senator: Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,Our greatest friends attend us.TITUS: [To COMINIUS.] Lead you on.[To MARCIUS.] Follow Cominius; we must follow you;Right worthy you priority.COMINIUS: Noble Marcius!First Senator: [To the Citizens] Hence to your homes; be gone!MARCIUS: Nay, let them follow:The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thitherTo gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.[Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS and BRUTUS.]SICINIUS: Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?BRUTUS: He has no equal.SICINIUS: When we were chosen tribunes for the people,‚ÄîBRUTUS: Mark‚Äôd you his lip and eyes?SICINIUS: Nay. but his taunts.BRUTUS: Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.SICINIUS: Be-mock the modest moon.BRUTUS: The present wars devour him: he is grownToo proud to be so valiant.SICINIUS: Such a nature,Tickled with good success, disdains the shadowWhich he treads on at noon: but I do wonderHis insolence can brook to be commandedUnder Cominius.BRUTUS: Fame, at the which he aims,In whom already he‚Äôs well graced, can notBetter be held nor more attain‚Äôd than byA place below the first: for what miscarriesShall be the general‚Äôs fault, though he performTo the utmost of a man, and giddy censureWill then cry out of Marcius ‚ÄòO if heHad borne the business!‚ÄôSICINIUS: Besides, if things go well,Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shallOf his demerits rob Cominius.BRUTUS: Come:Half all Cominius‚Äô honours are to Marcius.Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faultsTo Marcius shall be honours, though indeedIn aught he merit not.SICINIUS: Let‚Äôs hence, and hearHow the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,More than his singularity, he goesUpon this present action.BRUTUS: Let‚Äôs along.[Exeunt.]</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_2878.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>2878</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus: Dramatis Person√¶</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text>ERSONS REPRESENTED‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚Äî‚ÄîCAIUS MARCIUS: Afterwards CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS.TITUS LARTIUS; COMINIUS: generals against the Volscians.MENENIUS AGRIPPA: friend to Coriolanus.SICINIUS VELUTUS; JUNIUS BRUTUS: tribunes of the people.Young MARCUS: son to Coriolanus.A Roman Herald.TULLUS AUFIDIUS: general of the Volscians.Lieutenant to Aufidius.Conspirators with Aufidius.A Citizen of Antium.Two Volscian Guards.VOLUMNIA: mother to Coriolanus.VIRGILIA: wife to Coriolanus.VALERIA: friend to Virgilia.Gentlewoman, attending on Virgilia.Roman and Volscian Senators, Patricians, √Üdiles, Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to Aufidius, and other Attendants.SCENE: Rome and the neighbourhood; Corioli and the neighbourhood; Antium.</text> </content> <name></name> <script></script> </card> card_5201.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>5201</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <false /> </dontSearch> <owner>4186</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>2</id> <text> Welcome to Coriolanus ‚Äî v.1.0.This is free software ‚Äî please share it with your friends! It comes with NO WARRANTY WHATSOEVER. This software (but not the words of the Immortal Bard!) are ¬©1995 by Mark Zimmermann, aka ‚Äú^z‚Äù. Feel free to redistribute it as you wish. You may give this software away (or charge money for it), and you may modify it, but you may not take away anyone else‚Äôs rights to do likewise.This HyperCard stack contains the full text of a work by William Shakespeare, as arranged, edited, styled, formatted, and proofread by me. I used as an authority the out-of-copyright ‚ÄúGlobe Edition‚Äù of the Complete Works of William Shakespeare, first published in 1864 and revised in 1911, edited by William George Clark and William Aldis Wright. I have followed that book‚Äôs text, except for obvious typographical errors, which I have attempted to correct by consulting other sources including a facsimile of Mr. William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies (London, 1623, the ‚ÄúFirst Folio‚Äù). 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It is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. It is distributed under the terms of the Free Software Foundation‚Äôs GNU General Public License. In brief: You may sell or give away copies of this software, but you may not take away anybody else‚Äôs right to do the same. (See the GNU GPL for full details; for a current copy, write to me or to the Free Software Foundation, 675 Massachusetts Avenue, Cambridge, MA 02139, USA. You might want to send the FSF a donation, too!)</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>Coriolanus ‚Äî Introduction</text> </content> <name>Intro</name> <script></script> </card> card_14411.xml <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?> <!DOCTYPE card PUBLIC "-//Apple, Inc.//DTD card V 2.0//EN" "" > <card> <id>14411</id> <filler1>0</filler1> <bitmap>BMAP_4844.pbm</bitmap> <cantDelete> <false /> </cantDelete> <showPict> <true /> </showPict> <dontSearch> <true /> </dontSearch> <owner>12414</owner> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="stylesheet_3293.css" /> <part> <id>1</id> <type>button</type> <visible> <true /> </visible> <reserved5> 0 </reserved5> <reserved4> 0 </reserved4> <reserved3> 0 </reserved3> <reserved2> 0 </reserved2> <reserved1> 0 </reserved1> <enabled> <true /> </enabled> <rect> <left>459</left> <top>284</top> <right>493</right> <bottom>319</bottom> </rect> <style>shadow</style> <showName> <false /> </showName> <highlight> <false /> </highlight> <autoHighlight> <true /> </autoHighlight> <sharedHighlight> <true /> </sharedHighlight> <family>0</family> <titleWidth>0</titleWidth> <icon>1012</icon> <textAlign>center</textAlign> Chicago <textSize>12</textSize> <textStyle>plain</textStyle> <name>Return</name> <script>on mouseUpvisual zoom ingo backend mouseUp</script> </part> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>1</id> <text>otes button. Each ‚Äúscene‚Äù card in the play has a Notes field, which can be accessed by clicking on the Notes button. You can type up to 30K of notes into the field. To hide the Notes field, click on the Notes button again. The Notes button has two forms: black, if the Note field on the card is empty; and showing a page if the Note field has some text in it.There is also a Notes card for the entire stack. It is accessed by holding down the option key and clicking on the Notes button. In addition, if you select some text, and then click on the Notes button, your selected text will be saved to the stack Notes card. You can keep doing this to accumulate text on the Notes card. Thus you can save chunks of text for inclusion in a paper or some other derivative work. When you save text to the Notes card in this way, the Act and Scene reference is saved along with the text.</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>3</id> <text>rint button. Allows you to print a scene or notes.</text> </content> <content> <layer>background</layer> <id>4</id> <text>ind button. If you select some text prior to clicking on this button, the selected text will be searched for immediately. If your selected text is lightly underlined like <a href="#" class="group">this</a> (text style ‚Äúgroup‚Äù) it will be looked up in the Glossary for you.If you want to keep looking for the same item, you should click on the Again button after your first find. The next occurrence of the item you are seeking will then be found. You can use this function to great effect, e.g., in combination with the Notes save, you can find text and save it to the Notes card.Bookmarker. 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