Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Coriolanus/Act 2 Scene 2

3914737Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910) — The Tragedie of Coriolanus, Act II: Scene II.William Shakespeare
Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as it were,
in the Capitoll.

1. Off.
Come, come, they are almost here: how many
stand for Consulships?

2. Off.
Three, they say: but 'tis thought of euery one,
Coriolanus will carry it.

1. Off.
That's a braue fellow: but hee's vengeance
prowd, and loues not the common people.

2. Off.
'Faith, there hath beene many great men that
haue flatter'd the people, who ne're loued them; and there
be many that they haue loued, they know not wherefore:
so that if they loue they know not why, they hate vpon
no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neyther to
care whether they loue, or hate him, manifests the true
knowledge he ha's in their disposition, and out of his
Noble carelesnesse lets them plainely see't.

1. Off.
If he did not care whether he had their loue, or
no, hee waued indifferently, 'twixt doing them neyther
good, nor harme: but hee seekes their hate with greater
deuotion, then they can render it him; and leaues nothing
vndone, that may fully discouer him their opposite. Now
to seeme to affect the mallice and displeasure of the People,
is as bad, as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for
their loue.

2. Off.
Hee hath deserued worthily of his Countrey,
and his assent is not by such easie degrees as those, who
hauing beene supple and courteous to the People, Bonnetted,
without any further deed, to haue them at all into
their estimation, and report: but hee hath so planted his
Honors in their Eyes, and his actions in their Hearts, that
for their Tongues to be silent, and not confesse so much,
were a kinde of ingratefull Iniurie: to report otherwise,
were a Mallice, that giuing it selfe the Lye, would plucke
reproofe and rebuke from euery Eare that heard it.

1. Off.
No more of him, hee's a worthy man: make
way, they are comming.

A Sennet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of
the People, Lictors before them: Coriolanus,
Menenius, Cominius the Consul: Scicinius and
Brutus take their places by themselues:
Coriolanus stands.

Menen.
Hauing determin'd of the Volces,
And to send for Titus Lartius: it remaines,
As the maine Point of this our after-meeting,
To gratifie his Noble seruice, that hath
Thus stood for his Countrey. Therefore please you,
Most reuerend and graue Elders, to desire
The present Consull, and last Generall,
In our well-found Successes, to report
A little of that worthy Worke, perform'd
By Martius Caius Coriolanus: whom
We met here, both to thanke, and to remember,
With Honors like himselfe.

1. Sen.
Speake, good Cominius:
Leaue nothing out for length, and make vs thinke
Rather our states defectiue for requitall,
Then we to stretch it out. Masters a'th'People,
We doe request your kindest eares: and after
Your louing motion toward the common Body,
To yeeld what passes here.

Scicin.
We are conuented vpon a pleasing Treatie, and
haue hearts inclinable to honor and aduance the Theame
of our Assembly.

Brutus.
Which the rather wee shall be blest to doe, if
he remember a kinder value of the People, then he hath
hereto priz'd them at.

Menen.
That's off, that's off: I would you rather had
been silent: Please you to heare Cominius speake?

Brutus.
Most willingly: but yet my Caution was
more pertinent then the rebuke you giue it.

Menen.
He loues your People, but tye him not to be
their Bed-fellow: Worthie Cominius speake.
Coriolanus rises, and offers to goe away.
Nay, keepe your place.

Senat.
Sit Coriolanus: neuer shame to heare
What you haue Nobly done.

Coriol.
Your Honors pardon:
I had rather haue my Wounds to heale againe,
Then heare say how I got them.

Brutus.
Sir, I hope my words dis-bench'd you not?

Coriol.
No Sir: yet oft,
When blowes haue made me stay, I fled from words.
You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your People,
I loue them as they weigh—

Menen.
Pray now sit downe.

Corio.
I had rather haue one scratch my Head i'th'Sun,
When the Alarum were strucke, then idly sit
Exit CoriolanusTo heare my Nothings monster'd.

Menen.
Masters of the People,
Your multiplying Spawne, how can he flatter?
That's thousand to one good one, when you now see
He had rather venture all his Limbes for Honor,
Then on ones Eares to heare it. Proceed Cominius.

Com.
I shall lacke voyce: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be vtter'd feebly: it is held,
That Valour is the chiefest Vertue,
And most dignifies the hauer: if it be,
The man I speake of, cannot in the World
Be singly counter-poys'd. At sixteene yeeres,
When Tarquin made a Head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the marke of others: our then Dictator,
Whom with all prayse I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian Shinne he droue
The brizled Lippes before him: he bestrid
An o're-prest Roman, and i'th'Consuls view
Slew three Opposers: Tarquins selfe he met,
And strucke him on his Knee: in that dayes feates,
When he might act the Woman in the Scene,
He prou'd best man i'th'field, and for his meed
Was Brow-bound with the Oake. His Pupill age
Man-entred thus, he waxed like a Sea,
And in the brunt of seuenteene Battailes since,
He lurcht all Swords of the Garland: for this last,
Before, and in Corioles, let me say
I cannot speake him home: he stopt the flyers,
And by his rare example made the Coward
Turne terror into sport: as Weeds before
A Vessell vnder sayle, so men obey'd,
And fell below his Stem: his Sword, Deaths stampe,
Where it did marke, it tooke from face to foot:
He was a thing of Blood, whose euery motion
Was tim'd with dying Cryes: alone he entred
The mortall Gate of th'Citie, which he painted
With shunlesse destinie: aydelesse came off,
And with a sudden re-inforcement strucke
Carioles like a Planet: now all's his,
When by and by the dinne of Warre gan pierce
His readie sence: then straight his doubled spirit
Requickned what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the Battaile came he, where he did
Runne reeking o're the liues of men, as if 'twere
A perpetuall spoyle: and till we call'd
Both Field and Citie ours, he neuer stood
To ease his Brest with panting.

Menen.
Worthy man.

Senat.
He cannot but with measure fit the Honors
which we deuise him.

Com.
Our spoyles he kickt at,
And look'd vpon things precious, as they were
The common Muck of the World: he couets lesse
Then Miserie it selfe would giue, rewards his deeds
With doing them, and is content
To spend the time, to end it.

Menen.
Hee's right Noble, let him be call'd for.

Senat.
Call Coriolanus.

Off.
He doth appeare.

Enter Coriolanus.

Menen.
The Senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd to make
thee Consull.

Corio.
I doe owe them still my Life, and Seruices.

Menen.
It then remaines, that you doe speake to the
People.

Corio.
I doe beseech you,
Let me o're-leape that custome: for I cannot
Put on the Gowne, stand naked, and entreat them
For my Wounds sake, to giue their sufferage:
Please you that I may passe this doing.

Scicin.
Sir, the People must haue their Voyces,
Neyther will they bate one iot of Ceremonie.

Menen.
Put them not too't:
Pray you goe fit you to the Custome,
And take to you, as your Predecessors haue,
Your Honor with your forme.

Corio.
It is a part that I shall blush in acting,
And might well be taken from the People.

Brutus.
Marke you that.

Corio.
To brag vnto them, thus I did, and thus
Shew them th'vnaking Skarres, which I should hide,
As if I had receiu'd them for the hyre
Of their breath onely.

Menen.
Doe not stand vpon't:
We recommend to you Tribunes of the People
Our purpose to them, and to our Noble Consull
Wish we all Ioy, and Honor.
Senat.
To Coriolanus come all ioy and Honor.

Flourish Cornets.
Then Exeunt. Manet Sicinius and Brutus.

Bru.
You see how he intends to vse the people.

Scicin.
May they perceiue's intent: he wil require them
As if he did contemne what he requested,
Should be in them to giue.

Bru.
Come, wee'l informe them
Of our proceedings heere on th' Market place,
I know they do attend vs.