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The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes,
[Shouting again. Men.
This is good news : I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, A city full; of tribunes, such as you, A sea aud land full: You have pray'd well to-day; This morning, for ten thousand of your throats I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
[Shouting and musick. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings:
Sir, we liave all
They are near the city?
We will meet them, And help the joy.
Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patri.
cians, and People. They pass over the stage. 1 Sen, Behold our patroness, the life of Rome; Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before
Welcome, ladies! Welcome! (Aflourish with drums and trmpets.
Antium. A public place.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.
Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here:
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius' fac.
tion. Most welcome!
1 Con. How is it with our general ? Auf.
Most noble sir,
Sir, I cannot tell;
3 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 A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
Mine honour for his truth: Who being so heighten'd,
3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
That I would have spoke of:
So he did, my lord:
There was it;
[Drums and trumpets sound, with great
shouts of the people. 1 Con. Your native town you enter'd like a post, And had no welcomes home; but he returns, Splitting the air with noise.
And patient fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats
tear, With giving him glory. 3 Con.
Therefore, at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your sword, Which we will second. When he lies along, After your way his tale pronounc'd shall bury His reasons with his body. Auf.
Say no more ; Here come the lords.
Enter the Lords of the city.
Lords. You are most welcome home.
I have not deserv'd it.
We have, 1 Lord.
And grieve to hear it. What faults he made before the last, I think, Might have found easy fines : but there to end, Where he was to begin; and give away The benefit of our levies, answering us With our own charge*; making a treaty, where There was a yielding; This admits no excuse.
Auf. He approaches, you shall hear him.
Enter Coriolanus, with drums and colours; a
crowd of Citizens with him. Cor. Hail, lords ! I am returned your soldier; No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting Under your great command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted, and With bloody passage, led your wars, even to
• Rewarding us with our own expences.
The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought
home, Do more than counterpoise, a full third part, The charges of the action. We have made peace, With no less honour to the Antiates, Than shame to the Romans: And we here deliver, Subscrib'd by the consuls and patricians, Together with the seal o'the senate, what We have compounded on. Auf.
Read it not, noble lords;
Cor. Traitor!-How now?
Ay, traitor, Marcius. Cor.
Marcius ! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius ; Dost thou
Hear'st thou, Mars?
Ha! Duf. No moret.
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
* People of Antium. t Drops of tears. I No more than a boy of tears.