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believe thy deeds； but I'll report it Where senators shall mingle tears with
smiles； Where great patricians shall attend； and shrug； I' th' end admire；
where ladies shall be frighted And； gladly quak'd； hear more； where the
dull tribunes； That with the fusty plebeians hate thine honours； Shall say
against their hearts 'We thank the gods Our Rome hath such a soldier。' Yet
cam'st thou to a morsel of this feast； Having fully din'd before。
Enter TITUS LARTIUS； with his power； from the pursuit
LARTIUS。 O General； Here is the steed； we the caparison。 Hadst
thou beheld… MARCIUS。 Pray now； no more； my mother； Who has a
charter to extol her blood； When she does praise me grieves me。 I have
done As you have done… that's what I can； induc'd As you have been… that's
for my country。 He that has but effected his good will Hath overta'en mine
act。 COMINIUS。 You shall not be The grave of your deserving； Rome
must know The value of her own。 'Twere a concealment Worse than a theft；
no less than a traducement； To hide your doings and to silence that Which；
to the spire and top of praises vouch'd； Would seem but modest。 Therefore；
I beseech you； In sign of what you are； not to reward What you have done；
before our army hear me。 MARCIUS。 I have some wounds upon me； and
they smart To hear themselves rememb'red。 COMINIUS。 Should they not；
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude And tent themselves with death。
Of all the horses… Whereof we have ta'en good； and good store… of all The
treasure in this field achiev'd and city； We render you the tenth； to be ta'en
forth Before the common distribution at Your only choice。 MARCIUS。 I
thank you； General； But cannot make my heart consent to take A bribe to
pay my sword。 I do refuse it； And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing。
A long flourish。 They all cry 'Marcius； Marcius！' cast up their caps
and lances。 COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare
May these same instruments which you profane Never sound more！
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When drums and trumpets shall I' th' field prove flatterers； let courts and
cities be Made all of false…fac'd soothing。 When steel grows Soft as the
parasite's silk； let him be made An overture for th' wars。 No more； I say。
For that I have not wash'd my nose that bled； Or foil'd some debile wretch；
which without note Here's many else have done； you shout me forth In
acclamations hyperbolical； As if I lov'd my little should be dieted In
praises sauc'd with lies。 COMINIUS。 Too modest are you； More cruel to
your good report than grateful To us that give you truly。 By your patience；
If 'gainst yourself you be incens'd； we'll put you… Like one that means his
proper harm… in manacles； Then reason safely with you。 Therefore be it
known； As to us； to all the world； that Caius Marcius Wears this war's
garland； in token of the which； My noble steed； known to the camp； I give
him； With all his trim belonging； and from this time； For what he did
before Corioli； call him With all th' applause…and clamour of the host；
Caius Marcius Coriolanus。 Bear th' addition nobly ever！ ＇Flourish。
Trumpets sound； and drums＇ ALL。 Caius Marcius Coriolanus！
CORIOLANUS。 I will go wash； And when my face is fair you shall
perceive Whether I blush or no。 Howbeit； I thank you； I mean to stride
your steed； and at all times To undercrest your good addition To th'
fairness of my power。 COMINIUS。 So； to our tent； Where； ere we do
repose us； we will write To Rome of our success。 You； Titus Lartius； Must
to Corioli back。 Send us to Rome The best； with whom we may articulate
For their own good and ours。 LARTIUS。 I shall； my lord。 CORIOLANUS。
The gods begin to mock me。 I； that now Refus'd most princely gifts； am
bound to beg Of my Lord General。 COMINIUS。 Take't… 'tis yours； what
is't？ CORIOLANUS。 I sometime lay here in Corioli At a poor man's house；
he us'd me kindly。 He cried to me； I saw him prisoner； But then Aufidius
was within my view； And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity。 I request you To
give my poor host freedom。 COMINIUS。 O； well begg'd！ Were he the
butcher of my son； he should Be free as is the wind。 Deliver him； Titus。
LARTIUS。 Marcius； his name？ CORIOLANUS。 By Jupiter； forgot！ I am
weary； yea； my memory is tir'd。 Have we no wine here？ COMINIUS。 Go
we to our tent。 The blood upon your visage dries； 'tis time It should be
look'd to。 Come。 Exeunt
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SCENE X。 The camp of the Volsces
A flourish。 Cornets。 Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS bloody； with two or
three soldiers
AUFIDIUS。 The town is ta'en。 FIRST SOLDIER。 'Twill be deliver'd
back on good condition。 AUFIDIUS。 Condition！ I would I were a Roman；
for I cannot； Being a Volsce； be that I am。 Condition？ What good condition
can a treaty find I' th' part that is at mercy？ Five times； Marcius； I have
fought with thee； so often hast thou beat me； And wouldst do so； I think；
should we encounter As often as we eat。 By th' elements； If e'er again I
meet him beard to beard； He's mine or I am his。 Mine emulation Hath not
that honour in't it had； for where I thought to crush him in an equal force；
True sword to sword； I'll potch at him some way； Or wrath or craft may get
him。 FIRST SOLDIER。 He's the devil。 AUFIDIUS。 Bolder； though not so
subtle。 My valour's poison'd With only suff'ring stain by him； for him
Shall fly out of itself。 Nor sleep nor sanctuary； Being naked； sick； nor fane
nor Capitol； The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice； Embarquements
all of fury； shall lift up Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst My hate
to Marcius。 Where I find him； were it At home； upon my brother's guard；
even there； Against the hospitable canon； would I Wash my fierce hand
in's heart。 Go you to th' city； Learn how 'tis held； and what they are that
must Be hostages for Rome。 FIRST SOLDIER。 Will not you go？
AUFIDIUS。 I am attended at the cypress grove； I pray you… 'Tis south the
city mills… bring me word thither How the world goes； that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey。 FIRST SOLDIER。 I shall； sir。 Exeunt
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ACT II。