Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Coriolanus/Act 5 Scene 4
Enter Menenius and Sicinius.
Mene.
See you yon'd Coin a'th Capitol, yon'd corner stone?
See you yon'd Coin a'th Capitol, yon'd corner stone?
Sicin.
Why what of that?
Why what of that?
Mene.
If it be possible for you to displace it with your
little finger, there is some hope the Ladies of Rome,
especially his Mother, may preuaile with him. But I say,
there is no hope in't, our throats are sentenc'd, and
stay vppon execution.
If it be possible for you to displace it with your
little finger, there is some hope the Ladies of Rome,
especially his Mother, may preuaile with him. But I say,
there is no hope in't, our throats are sentenc'd, and
stay vppon execution.
Sicin.
Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the
condition of a man.
Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the
condition of a man.
Mene.
There is differency between a Grub & a Butterfly,
yet your Butterfly was a Grub: this Martius, is
growne from Man to Dragon: He has wings, hee's more
then a creeping thing.
There is differency between a Grub & a Butterfly,
yet your Butterfly was a Grub: this Martius, is
growne from Man to Dragon: He has wings, hee's more
then a creeping thing.
Sicin.
He lou'd his Mother deerely.
He lou'd his Mother deerely.
Mene.
So did he mee: and he no more remembers his
Mother now, then an eight yeare old horse. The tartnesse
of his face, sowres ripe Grapes. When he walks, he moues
like an Engine, and the ground shrinkes before his Treading.
He is able to pierce a Corslet with his eye: Talkes
like a knell, and his hum is a Battery. He sits in his State,
as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids bee done, is
finisht with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God but
Eternity, and a Heauen to Throne in.
So did he mee: and he no more remembers his
Mother now, then an eight yeare old horse. The tartnesse
of his face, sowres ripe Grapes. When he walks, he moues
like an Engine, and the ground shrinkes before his Treading.
He is able to pierce a Corslet with his eye: Talkes
like a knell, and his hum is a Battery. He sits in his State,
as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids bee done, is
finisht with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God but
Eternity, and a Heauen to Throne in.
Sicin.
Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
Mene.
I paint him in the Character. Mark what mercy
his Mother shall bring from him: There is no more
mercy in him, then there is milke in a male-Tyger, that
shall our poore City finde: and all this is long of you.
I paint him in the Character. Mark what mercy
his Mother shall bring from him: There is no more
mercy in him, then there is milke in a male-Tyger, that
shall our poore City finde: and all this is long of you.
Sicin.
The Gods be good vnto vs.
The Gods be good vnto vs.
Mene.
No, in such a case the Gods will not bee good
vnto vs. When we banish'd him, we respected not them:
and he returning to breake our necks, they respect not vs.
No, in such a case the Gods will not bee good
vnto vs. When we banish'd him, we respected not them:
and he returning to breake our necks, they respect not vs.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes.
Sir, if you'ld saue your life, flye to your House,
The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune,
And hale him vp and downe; all swearing, if
The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home
They'l giue him death by Inches.
Sir, if you'ld saue your life, flye to your House,
The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune,
And hale him vp and downe; all swearing, if
The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home
They'l giue him death by Inches.
Enter another Messenger.
Sicin.
What's the Newes?
What's the Newes?
Mess.
Good Newes, good newes, the Ladies haue preuayl'd,
The Volcians are dislodg'd, and Martius gone:
A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome,
No, not th'expulsion of the Tarquins.
Good Newes, good newes, the Ladies haue preuayl'd,
The Volcians are dislodg'd, and Martius gone:
A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome,
No, not th'expulsion of the Tarquins.
Sicin.
Friend, art thou certaine this is true?
Is't most certaine.
Friend, art thou certaine this is true?
Is't most certaine.
Mes.
As certaine as I know the Sun is fire:
Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it:
Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide,
As the recomforted through th'gates. Why harke you:
Trumpets, Hoboyes, Drums beate, altogether.
The Trumpets, Sack-buts, Psalteries, and Fifes,
Tabors, and Symboles, and the showting Romans,
A shout withinMake the Sunne dance. Hearke you.
As certaine as I know the Sun is fire:
Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it:
Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide,
As the recomforted through th'gates. Why harke you:
Trumpets, Hoboyes, Drums beate, altogether.
The Trumpets, Sack-buts, Psalteries, and Fifes,
Tabors, and Symboles, and the showting Romans,
A shout withinMake the Sunne dance. Hearke you.
Mene.
This is good Newes:
I will go meete the Ladies. This Volumnia,
Is worth of Consuls, Senators, Patricians,
A City full: Of Tribunes such as you,
A Sea and Land full: you haue pray'd well to day:
This Morning, for ten thousand of your throates,
I'de not haue giuen a doit. Harke, how they ioy.
Sound still with the Shouts.
This is good Newes:
I will go meete the Ladies. This Volumnia,
Is worth of Consuls, Senators, Patricians,
A City full: Of Tribunes such as you,
A Sea and Land full: you haue pray'd well to day:
This Morning, for ten thousand of your throates,
I'de not haue giuen a doit. Harke, how they ioy.
Sound still with the Shouts.
Sicin.
First, the Gods blesse you for your tydings:
Next, accept my thankefulnesse.
First, the Gods blesse you for your tydings:
Next, accept my thankefulnesse.
Mess.
Sir, we haue all great cause to giue great thanks.
Sir, we haue all great cause to giue great thanks.
Sicin.
They are neere the City.
They are neere the City.
Mes.
Almost at point to enter.
Almost at point to enter.
Sicin.
Exeunt.Wee'l meet them, and helpe the ioy.
Exeunt.Wee'l meet them, and helpe the ioy.