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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。
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SCENE I。 Rome。 A public place
Enter MENENIUS； with the two Tribunes of the people； SICINIUS
and BRUTUS
MENENIUS。 The augurer tells me we shall have news tonight。
BRUTUS。 Good or bad？ MENENIUS。 Not according to the prayer of the
people； for they love not Marcius。 SICINIUS。 Nature teaches beasts to
know their friends。 MENENIUS。 Pray you； who does the wolf love？
SICINIUS。 The lamb。 MENENIUS。 Ay； to devour him； as the hungry
plebeians would the noble Marcius。 BRUTUS。 He's a lamb indeed； that
baas like a bear。 MENENIUS。 He's a bear indeed； that lives like a lamb。
You two are old men； tell me one thing that I shall ask you。 BOTH
TRIBUNES。 Well； sir。 ME