Act IV, Scene 5
Antium. A hall in Aufidius’ house.
- Music plays.
- Enter a Servingman.
First Servingman1 - 2
- Wine, wine, wine! What service is here?
- I think our fellows are asleep.
- Enter another Servingman.
Second Servingman3 - 4
- Where’s Cotus? My master calls for him.
- Enter Coriolanus.
Coriolanus5 - 6
- A goodly house! The feast smells well, but I
- Appear not like a guest.
- Enter the First Servingman.
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- What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here’s no place
- for you; pray go to the door.
Coriolanus9 - 10
- I have deserv’d no better entertainment
- In being Coriolanus.
- Enter Second Servant.
Second Servingman11 - 12
- Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his head,
- that he gives entrance to such companions? Pray get you out.
- Away? Get you away.
- Now th’ art troublesome.
- Are you so brave? I’ll have you talk’d with anon.
- Enter Third Servingman; the First, entering, meets him.
- What fellow’s this?
First Servingman18 - 19
- A strange one as ever I look’d on. I cannot get him out o’
- th’ house. Prithee call my master to him.
- What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you avoid the house.
- Let me but stand, I will not hurt your hearth.
- What are you?
- A gentleman.
- A marv’lous poor one.
- True, so I am.
Third Servingman26 - 27
- Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here’s
- no place for you. Pray you avoid. Come.
- Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
- Pushes him away from him.
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- What, you will not? Prithee tell my master what a strange
- guest he has here.
- And I shall.
- Exit Second Servingman.
- Where dwell’st thou?
- Under the canopy.
- Under the canopy?
- Where’s that?
- I’ th’ city of kites and crows.
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- I’ th’ city of kites and crows? What an ass it is! Then thou
- dwell’st with daws too?
- No, I serve not thy master.
- How, sir? Do you meddle with my master?
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- Ay, ’tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
- mistress. Thou prat’st, and prat’st; serve with thy
- trencher. Hence!
- Beats him away.
- Exit Third Servingman.
- Enter Aufidius with the Second Servingman.
- Where is this fellow?
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- Here, sir. I’d have beaten him like a dog, but for
- disturbing the lords within.
- First and Second Servingmen stand aside.
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- Whence com’st thou? What wouldst thou? Thy name?
- Why speak’st not? Speak, man: what’s thy name?
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- If, Tullus,
- Not yet thou know’st me, and, seeing me, dost not
- Think me for the man I am, necessity
- Commands me name myself.
- What is thy name?
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- A name unmusical to the Volscians’ ears,
- And harsh in sound to thine.
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- Say, what’s thy name?
- Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
- Bears a command in’t; though thy tackle’s torn,
- Thou show’st a noble vessel. What’s thy name?
- Prepare thy brow to frown. Know’st thou me yet?
- I know thee not. Thy name?
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- My name is Caius Martius, who hath done
- To thee particularly, and to all the Volsces,
- Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
- My surname, Coriolanus. The painful service,
- The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
- Shed for my thankless country are requited
- But with that surname—a good memory
- And witness of the malice and displeasure
- Which thou shouldst bear me. Only that name remains;
- The cruelty and envy of the people,
- Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
- Have all forsook me, hath devour’d the rest,
- And suffer’d me by th’ voice of slaves to be
- Hoop’d out of Rome. Now this extremity
- Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope
- (Mistake me not) to save my life, for if
- I had fear’d death, of all the men i’ th’ world
- I would have ’voided thee; but in mere spite,
- To be full quit of those my banishers,
- Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
- A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
- Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
- Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight
- And make my misery serve thy turn. So use it
- That my revengeful services may prove
- As benefits to thee; for I will fight
- Against my cank’red country with the spleen
- Of all the under fiends. But if so be
- Thou dar’st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
- Th’ art tir’d, then, in a word, I also am
- Longer to live most weary, and present
- My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;
- Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
- Since I have ever followed thee with hate,
- Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country’s breast,
- And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
- It be to do thee service.
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- O Martius, Martius!
- Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart
- A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
- Should from yond cloud speak divine things,
- And say “’Tis true,” I’d not believe them more
- Than thee, all-noble Martius. Let me twine
- Mine arms about that body, where against
- My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
- And scarr’d the moon with splinters. Here I clip
- The anvil of my sword, and do contest
- As hotly and as nobly with thy love
- As ever in ambitious strength I did
- Contend against thy valor. Know thou first,
- I lov’d the maid I married; never man
- Sigh’d truer breath; but that I see thee here,
- Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart
- Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
- Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee,
- We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
- Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
- Or lose mine arm for’t. Thou hast beat me out
- Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
- Dreamt of encounters ’twixt thyself and me;
- We have been down together in my sleep,
- Unbuckling helms, fisting each other’s throat,
- And wak’d half dead with nothing. Worthy Martius,
- Had we no other quarrel else to Rome but that
- Thou art thence banish’d, we would muster all
- From twelve to seventy, and pouring war
- Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
- Like a bold flood o’er-beat. O, come, go in,
- And take our friendly senators by th’ hands,
- Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
- Who am prepar’d against your territories,
- Though not for Rome itself.
- You bless me, gods!
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- Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
- The leading of thine own revenges, take
- Th’ one half of my commission, and set down—
- As best thou art experienc’d, since thou know’st
- Thy country’s strength and weakness—thine own ways:
- Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
- Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
- To fright them, ere destroy. But come in,
- Let me commend thee first to those that shall
- Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
- And more a friend than e’er an enemy;
- Yet, Martius, that was much. Your hand; most welcome!
- Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. The First and Second
- Servingmen come forward.
- Here’s a strange alteration!
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- By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a
- cudgel, and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a false
- report of him.
First Servingman152 - 153
- What an arm he has! He turn’d me about with his finger and
- his thumb as one would set up a top.
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- Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him. He
- had, sir, a kind of face, me-thought—I cannot tell how to
- term it.
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- He had so, looking as it were—Would I were hang’d but I
- thought there was more in him than I could think.
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- So did I, I’ll be sworn. He is simply the rarest man i’ th’
- I think he is; but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.
- Who, my master?
- Nay, it’s no matter for that.
- Worth six on him.
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- Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater
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- Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that. For the
- defense of a town, our general is excellent.
- Ay, and for an assault too.
- Enter the Third Servingman.
- O slaves, I can tell you news—news, you rascals!
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- What, what, what? Let’s partake.
Third Servingman172 - 173
- I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lief be a
- condemn’d man.
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- Wherefore? Wherefore?
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- Why, here’s he that was wont to thwack our general, Caius
- Why do you say “thwack our general”?
Third Servingman178 - 179
- I do not say “thwack our general,” but he was always good
- enough for him.
Second Servingman180 - 181
- Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too hard for
- him; I have heard him say so himself.
First Servingman182 - 184
- He was too hard for him, directly to say the troth
- on’t,before Corioles; he scotch’d him and notch’d him like a
Second Servingman185 - 186
- And he had been cannibally given, he might have boil’d and
- eaten him too.
- But more of thy news.
Third Servingman188 - 198
- Why, he is so made on here within as if he were son and heir
- to Mars; set at upper end o’ th’ table; no question ask’d
- him by any of the senators but they stand bald before him.
- Our general himself makes a mistress of him, sanctifies
- himself with ’s hand, and turns up the white o’ th’ eye to
- his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our general is
- cut i’ th’ middle, and but one half of what he was
- yesterday; for the other has half by the entreaty and grant
- of the whole table. He’ll go, he says, and sowl the porter
- of Rome gates by th’ ears. He will mow all down before him,
- and leave his passage poll’d.
- And he’s as like to do’t as any man I can imagine.
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- Do’t? He will do’t; for look you, sir, he has as many
- friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it were, durst
- not (look you, sir) show themselves (as we term it) his
- friends whilest he’s in directitude.
- Directitude? What’s that?
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- But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again and the man
- in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after
- rain, and revel all with him.
- But when goes this forward?
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- Tomorrow, today, presently; you shall have the drum struck
- up this afternoon. ’Tis, as it were, a parcel of their
- feast, and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
Second Servingman212 - 214
- Why then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is
- nothing but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed
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- Let me have war, say I, it exceeds peace as far as day does
- night; it’s sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent.
- Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy, mull’d, deaf, sleepy,
- insensible, a getter of more bastard children than war’s a
- destroyer of men.
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- ’Tis so, and as wars, in some sort, may be said to be a
- ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker
- of cuckolds.
- Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
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- Reason: because they then less need one another. The wars
- for my money! I hope to see Romans as cheap as
- Volscians.—They are rising, they are rising.
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- In, in, in, in!