Act 5 — Scene VI. Antium. A public place.[3869]
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Scene VI. Antium. A public place.[3869]
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.
Auf. Go tell the lords o' the city I am here:[3870] Deliver them this paper: having read it, Bid them repair to the market-place, where I, Even in theirs and in the commons' ears, Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse[3871] 5 The city ports by this hath enter'd, and Intends to appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words: dispatch. [Exeunt Attendants.[3872]
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius' faction.
Most welcome! First Con. How is it with our general? Auf. Even so[3873] 10 As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,[3873] And with his charity slain.[3873] Sec. Con. Most noble sir,[3874] If you do hold the same intent wherein[3874] You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you[3874] Of your great danger. Auf. Sir, I cannot tell: 15 We must proceed as we do find the people. Third Con. The people will remain uncertain whilst 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. Auf. I know it, And my pretext to strike at him admits 20 A good construction. I raised him, and I pawn'd[3875] Mine honour for his truth: who being so heighten'd, He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery,[3876] Seducing so my friends; and, to this end, He bow'd his nature, never known before 25 But to be rough, unswayable and free.[3877] Third Con. Sir, his stoutness[3878] When he did stand for consul, which he lost By lack of stooping,—[3879] Auf. That I would have spoke of: Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth; 30 Presented to my knife his throat: I took him, Made him joint-servant with me, gave him way In all his own desires, nay, let him choose Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,[3880] My best and freshest men, served his designments 35 In mine own person, holp to reap the fame[3881][3882] Which he did end all his; and took some pride[3882][3883] To do myself this wrong: till at the last I seem'd his follower, not partner, and He waged me with his countenance, as if[3884] 40 I had been mercenary. First Con. So he did, my lord: The army marvell'd at it, and in the last,[3885] When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no less spoil than glory—[3886] Auf. There was it: For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him.[3887] 45 At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour Of our great action: therefore shall he die, And I'll renew me in his fall. But hark!
[Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the people.[3888]
First Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, 50 And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise. Sec. Con. And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear With giving him glory.[3889] Third Con. Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people 55 With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Which we will second. When he lies along,[3890][3891] After your way his tale pronounced shall bury[3891] His reasons with his body. Auf. Say no more:[3892] Here come the lords.[3892] 60
Enter the Lords of the city.
All the Lords. You are most welcome home.[3893] Auf. I have not deserved it. But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused What I have written to you? Lords. We have. First Lord. And grieve to hear 't.[3894] What faults he made before the last, I think Might have found easy fines: but there to end 65 Where he was to begin, and give away The benefit of our levies, answering us With our own charge, making a treaty where There was a yielding,—this admits no excuse.[3895] Auf. He approaches: you shall hear him. 70
Enter Coriolanus, marching with drum and colours; the commoners being with him.
Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier;[3896] No more infected with my country's love Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted and 75 With bloody passage led your wars even to The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home[3897] Do more than counterpoise a full third part[3897] The charges of the action. We have made peace,[3898] With no less honour to the Antiates 80 Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,[3899] Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,[3900] Together with the seal o' the senate, what[3901] We have compounded on. Auf. Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor, in the highest degree 85 He hath abused your powers. Cor. Traitor! how now! Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius! Cor. Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus, in Corioli? 90 You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously[3901][3902] He has betray'd your business, and given up, For certain drops of salt, your city Rome, I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother; Breaking his oath and resolution, like 95 A twist of rotten silk; never admitting Counsel o' the war; but at his nurse's tears[3901] He whined and roar'd away your victory; That pages blush'd at him and men of heart Look'd wondering each at other.[3903] Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars? 100 Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears! Cor. Ha! Auf. No more.[3904] Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. 'Boy!' O slave! Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever[3905] 105 I was forced to scold. Your judgements, my grave lords,[3905][3906] Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion— Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that Must bear my beating to his grave—shall join To thrust the lie unto him. 110 First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,[3907] Stain all your edges on me. 'Boy!' false hound![3908] If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I 115 Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli;[3909] Alone I did it. 'Boy!'[3910] Auf. Why, noble lords, Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? All Consp. Let him die for't. 120 All the People. 'Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently.'[3911][3912] 'He killed my son.' 'My daughter.' 'He killed my cousin[3912][3913] Marcus.' 'He killed my father.'[3912][3913] Sec. Lord. Peace, ho! no outrage: peace![3914] The man is noble, and his fame folds-in 125 This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. Cor. O that I had him,[3915] With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,[3915] To use my lawful sword![3915] Auf. Insolent villain! 130 All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
[The Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus: Aufidius stands on his body.[3916]
Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold! Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. First Lord. O Tullus,—[3917] Sec. Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.[3918] Third Lord. Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet;[3919] Put up your swords. 135 Auf. My lords, when you shall know—as in this rage[3920] Provoked by him, you cannot—the great danger[3921] Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours To call me to your senate, I'll deliver 140 Myself your loyal servant, or endure Your heaviest censure. First Lord. Bear from hence his body; And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse that ever herald Did follow to his urn. Sec. Lord. His own impatience 145 Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it. Auf. My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up: Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.[3901] Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully: 150 Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one, Which to this hour bewail the injury, Yet he shall have a noble memory.[3922] Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus.[3922][3923] A dead march sounded.155