Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus.1
Sicin. We heare not of him, neither need we fear him,
Critical Apparatus2His remedies are tame, the present peace,
3And quietnesse of the people, which before
4Were in wilde hurry. Heere do we make his Friends
5Blush, that the world goes well: who rather had,
6Though they themselues did suffer by't, behold
7Dissentious numbers pestring streets, then see
8Our Tradesmen singing in their shops, and going
9About their Functions friendly.Enter Menenius.10
Bru. We stood too't in good time. Is this Menenius?11
Sicin. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown most kind of late:
Critical Apparatus12Haile Sir.13
Mene. Haile to you both.Critical Apparatus14
Sicin. Your Coriolanus is not [now] much mist,
15But with his Friends: the Commonwealth doth stand,
16And so would do, were he more angry at it.Critical Apparatus17
Mene. All's well, and might haue bene much better, if
18He could haue temporiz'd.19
Sicin. Where is he, heare you?
Mene. Nay I heare nothing:
20His Mother and his wife, heare nothing from him.Enter three or foure Citizens.21
All. The Gods preserue you both.
Sicin. Gooden our Neighbours.22
Bru. Gooden to you all, gooden to you all.23
1 Our selues, our wiues, and children, on our knees,
24Are bound to pray for you both.
Sicin. Liue, and thriue.pg 2910 Critical Apparatus25
Bru. Farewell kinde [Neighbours]:
26We wisht Coriolanus had lou'd you as we did.27
All. Now the Gods keepe you.28
Both Tri. Farewell, farewell.Exeunt Citizens29
Sicin. This is a happier and more comely time,
30Then when these Fellowes ran about the streets,
Bru. Caius Martius was
33A worthy Officer i'th'Warre, but Insolent,
34O'recome with Pride, Ambitious, past all thinking
Mene. I thinke not so.Critical Apparatus38
Sicin. We should by this, to all our [Lamentation],
Critical Apparatus39If he had gone forth Consull, found it so.40
Bru. The Gods haue well preuented it, and Rome
41Sits safe and still, without him.Enter an Aedile.
Aedile. Worthy Tribunes,
42There is a Slaue whom we haue put in prison,
43Reports the Volces with two seuerall Powers
44Are entred in the Roman Territories,
45And with the deepest malice of the Warre,
46Destroy, what lies before 'em.
Mene. 'Tis Auffidius,
47Who hearing of our Martius Banishment,
48Thrusts forth his hornes againe into the world
bb6v49Which were In-shell'd, when Martius stood for Rome,
Link 50And durst not once peepe out.51
Sicin. Come, what talke you of Martius.52
Bru. Go see this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be,
53The Volces dare breake with vs.
Mene. Cannot be?
54We haue Record, that very well it can,
Critical Apparatus55And three examples of the like, hath beene
56Within my Age. But reason with the fellow
57Before you punish him, where he heard this,
58Least you shall chance to whip your Information,
59And beate the Messenger, who bids beware
Critical Apparatus60Of what is to be dreaded.
Sicin. Tell not me:
61I know this cannot be.
Bru. Not possible.Enter a Messenger.pg 2911 62
Mes. The Nobles in great earnestnesse are going
Critical Apparatus63All to the Senate-house: some newes is [come]
64That turnes their Countenances.
Sicin. 'Tis this Slaue:
65Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raising,
66Nothing but his report.
Mes. Yes worthy Sir,
67The Slaues report is seconded, and more
68More fearfull is deliuer'd.
Sicin. What more fearefull?69
Mes. It is spoke freely out of many mouths,
70How probable I do not know, that Martius
71Ioyn'd with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,
72And vowes Reuenge as spacious, as betweene
73The yong'st and oldest thing.
Sicin. This is most likely.74
Bru. Rais'd onely, that the weaker sort may wish
75Good Martius home againe.
Sicin. The very tricke on't.
Mene. This is vnlikely,
76He, and Auffidius can no more attone
Critical Apparatus77Then violent'st Contrariety.Enter Messenger.78
Mes. You are sent for to the Senate:
79A fearefull Army, led by Caius Martius,
80Associated with Auffidius,Rages
81Vpon our Territories, and haue already
82O're-borne their way, consum'd with fire, and tooke
83What lay before them.Enter Cominius.84
Com. Oh you haue made good worke.85
Mene. What newes? What newes?86
Com. You haue holp to rauish your owne daughters, &
87To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates,
88To see your Wiues dishonour'd to your Noses.89
Mene. What's the newes? What's the newes?90
Com. Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and
91Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confin'd
92Into an Augors boare.
Mene. Pray now, your Newes:
93You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes,
94If Martius should be ioyn'd with Volceans.95
Com. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
96Made by some other Deity then Nature,
97That shapes man Better: and they follow him
98Against vs Brats, with no lesse Confidence,
99Then Boyes pursuing Summer Butter-flies,
pg 2912Critical Apparatus100Or Butchers killing Flyes.
Mene. You haue made good worke,
Critical Apparatus101You and your Apron men: you, that stood so much
102Vpon the voyce of occupation, and
103The breath of Garlicke-eaters.104
Com. Hee'l shake your Rome about your eares.105
Mene. As Hercules did shake downe Mellow Fruite:
106You haue made faire worke.107
Brut. But is this true sir?108
Com. I, and you'l looke pale
109Before you finde it other. All the Regions
110Do smilingly Reuolt, and who resists
111Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
112And perish constant Fooles: who is't can blame him?
113Your Enemies and his, finde something in him.114
Mene. We are all vndone, vnlesse
115The Noble man haue mercy.
Com. Who shall aske it?
116The Tribunes cannot doo't for shame; the people
117Deserue such pitty of him, as the Wolfe
118Doe's of the Shepheards: For his best Friends, if they
119Should say be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen
120As those should do that had deseru'd his hate,
Critical Apparatus121And therein shew'd like Enemies.
Me. 'Tis true,
122If he were putting to my house, the brand
123That should consume it, I haue not the face
124To say, beseech you cease. You haue made faire hands,
125You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire.
Com. You haue brought
126A Trembling vpon Rome, such as was neuer
127S'incapeable of helpe.
Tri. Say not, we brought it.128
Mene. How? Was't we? We lou'd him,
129But like Beasts, and Cowardly Nobles,
130Gaue way vnto your Clusters, who did hoote
131Him out o'th'Citty.
Com. But I feare
132They'l roare him in againe. Tullus Auffidius,
133The second name of men, obeyes his points
134As if he were his Officer: Desperation,
135Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence
136That Rome can make against them.Enter a Troope of Citizens.
Mene. Heere come the Clusters.
137And is Auffidius with him? You are they
138That made the Ayre vnwholsome, when you cast
Critical Apparatus139Your stinking, greasie Caps, in hooting
140At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's comming,
pg 2913141And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head
142Which will not proue a whip: As many Coxcombes
143As you threw Caps vp, will he tumble downe,
144And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter,
Critical Apparatus145If he could burne vs all into [one] coale,
146We haue deseru'd it.147
Omnes. Faith, we heare fearfull Newes.148
1 Cit. For mine owne part,
149When I said banish him, I said 'twas pitty.150
2 And so did I.151
3 And so did I: and to say the truth, so did very many 152of vs, that we did we did for the best, and though wee willingly consented 153to his Banishment, yet it was against our will.154
Com. Y'are goodly things, you Voyces.
Mene. You haue made good worke
155You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll?156
Com. Oh I, what else?Exeunt both.157
Sicin. Go Masters get you home, be not dismaid,
158These are a Side, that would be glad to haue
159This true, which they so seeme to feare. Go home,
160And shew no signe of Feare.Critical Apparatus161
1 Cit. The Gods bee good to vs: Come Masters let's home, I 162euer said we were i'th wrong, when we banish'd him.163
2 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home.Exit Cit.164
Bru. I do not like this Newes.
Sicin. Nor I.165
Bru. Let's to the Capitoll: would halfe my wealth
166Would buy this for a lye.
Sicin. Pray let's go.Exeunt Tribunes.