Enter CORIOLANUS, with Drums and Colours; a Crowd of Citizens with him. Cor. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier; No more infected with my country's love, Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home, The charges of the action. We have made peace, Than shame to the Romans; and we here deliver, Together with the seal o' the senate, what We have compounded on. Auf. Read it not, noble lords; But tell the traitor in the highest degree Cor. Auf. Cor. Traitor! How now! Ay, traitor, Marcius. Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius. Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus in Coriolį? You lords and heads of the state, perfidiously Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars? Auf Name not the god, thou boy of tears. Cor. Auf. No more. Ha! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, 1 Lord. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Stain all your edges on me. Peace both, and hear me speak. Volsces; men and lads, Boy! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, 'Fore your own eyes and ears? All Con. Let him die for 't. All People. Tear him to pieces; do it presently. He killed my son; my daughter: he killed my cousin Marcus: peace! The man is noble, and his fame folds in This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. -Stand, Aufidius, Cor. O! that I had him, With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe, To use my lawful sword! [AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls: AUFIDIUS stands on him. Lords. Hold, hold, hold, hold! Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord. 2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep. 3 Lord. Tread not upon him. - Masters all, be quiet. Put up your swords. Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage, Myself your loyal servant, or endure 1 Lord. And mourn you for him. Bear from hence his body, Let him be regarded, As the most noble corse that ever herald Did follow to his urn. Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one. Hath widow'd 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. ROMEO AND JULIE T. DRAMATIS PERSONE. ESCALUS, Prince of Verona. PETER, Another Servant to Capu- ABRAM, Servant to Montague. CHORUS. Boy; Page to Paris; LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague. ROMEO, Son to Montague. LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet. SCENE, during the greater Part of the Play, in Verona: once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua. PROLOGUE. Two households, both alike in dignity, Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. |