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the commoners being with him
CORIOLANUS. Hail, lords! I am return'd 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
The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home

Doth 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 th' Romans; and we here deliver,

Subscrib'd by th' consuls and patricians,
Together with the seal o' th' Senate, what

We have compounded on.
AUFIDIUS. Read it not, noble lords;

But tell the traitor in the highest degree
He hath abus'd your powers.

CORIOLANUS. Traitor! How now?
AUFIDIUS. Ay, traitor, Marcius.

CORIOLANUS. Marcius!
AUFIDIUS. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius! Dost thou think

I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
Coriolanus, in Corioli?

You lords and heads o' th' state, perfidiously
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
A twist of rotten silk; never admitting

Counsel o' th' war; but at his nurse's tears
He whin'd and roar'd away your victory,

That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart
Look'd wond'ring each at others.

CORIOLANUS. Hear'st thou, Mars?
AUFIDIUS. Name not the god, thou boy of tears-

CORIOLANUS. Ha!
AUFIDIUS. -no more.

CORIOLANUS. 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
I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,

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.

FIRST LORD. Peace, both, and hear me speak.
CORIOLANUS. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,

Stain all your edges on me. 'Boy'! False hound!
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there

That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli.

Alone I did it. 'Boy'!
AUFIDIUS. 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?
CONSPIRATORS. Let him die for't.

ALL THE PEOPLE. Tear him to pieces. Do it presently. He kill'd my
son. My daughter. He kill'd my cousin Marcus. He kill'd my

father.
SECOND LORD. Peace, ho! No outrage- peace!

The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o' th' earth. His last offences to us

Shall have judicioushearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.

CORIOLANUS. O that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses, or more- his tribe,

To use my lawful sword!
AUFIDIUS. Insolent villain!

CONSPIRATORS. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
[The CONSPIRATORS draw and kill CORIOLANUS,who falls.

AUFIDIUS stands on him]
LORDS. Hold, hold, hold, hold!

AUFIDIUS. My noble masters, hear me speak.
FIRST LORD. O Tullus!

SECOND LORD. Thou hast done a deed whereatvalour will weep.
THIRD LORD. Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet;

Put up your swords.
AUFIDIUS. My lords, when you shall know- as in this rage,

Provok'd by him, you cannot- the great danger
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

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 um.

SECOND LORD. His own impatience
Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.

Let's make the best of it.
AUFIDIUS. My rage is gone,

And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully;
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he

Hath widowed 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]
-THE END-

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