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R E M ARK S
THE PLOT, THE FABLE, AND CONSTRUCTION
The tragedy of Coriolunus is one of the most amusing of our author's performances. The old man's merriment in Menenius; the lofty lady's dignity in Volumnia; the bridal modesty in Virgilia; the patrician and military haughtiness in Coriolanus; the plebeian malignity and tribunitian insolence in Brutus and Sicinius, make a very pleasing and interesting variety: and the various revolutions of the hero's fortune fill the mind with anxious curiosity. There is, perhaps, too much bustle in the first act, and too little in the last.
The whole history is exactly followed, and many of the speeches exactly copied from the life of Coriolanus in Plutarch.
Of this play there is no edition before that of the players, in folio, in 1623.
Caius MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, a noble Roman,
Generals against the Volscians. Menenius AGRIPPA, Friend to Coriolanus. SICINIUS VELUTUS,
Tribunes of the people.
VOLUMNIA, Mother to Coriolanus.
Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Servants to
Aufidius, and other Attendants. SCENE, partly in Rome ; and partly in the Territories
of the Volscians and Antiates.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Rome. A Street.
Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs,
and other weapons.
1 Cit. BEFORE We proceed any further, hear me speak. Cit. Speak, speak.
several speaking at once. i Cit. You are all resoly'd rather to die, than to famish?
Cit. Resolved, resolved.
i Cit. First, you know, Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
Cit. We know't, we know't.
i Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is’t a verdict ? Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done: away,
away. 2 Cit. One word, good citizens.
i Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good: What authority surfeits on, would relieve us; If they would yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them.—Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes!: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius ?
Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty.
2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country?
i Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud.
2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.
i Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft-conscienc'd men can be content to say, it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.
2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he is covetous.
i Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repe
tition. [Shouts within,] What shouts are these? The other side o'the city is risen: Why stay we prating here? to the Capitol.
Cit. Come, come.
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.
2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.
i Cit. He's one honest enough; 'Would, all the rest were so! Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand ?
Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you.
1 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have bad inkling, this fortnight, what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say, poor suitors have strong breaths; they shall know, we have strong arms too. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest
neighbours, Will you undo yourselves?
i Cit. We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them Against the Roman state; whose course will on The
way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder, than can ever