The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare (moboreader .TXT) π
The world will be thy widow and still weep,
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep,
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it:
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire:
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind,
Shall hate be fairer lodged than
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SICINIUS. Thus to have said,
As you were fore-advisβd, had touchβd his spirit And tried his inclination; from him pluckβd Either his gracious promise, which you might, As cause had callβd you up, have held him to; Or else it would have gallβd his surly nature, Which easily endures not article
Tying him to aught. So, putting him to rage, You should have taβen thβ advantage of his choler And passβd him unelected.
BRUTUS. Did you perceive
He did solicit you in free contempt
When he did need your loves; and do you think That his contempt shall not be bruising to you When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies No heart among you? Or had you tongues to cry Against the rectorship of judgment?
SICINIUS. Have you
Ere now denied the asker, and now again, Of him that did not ask but mock, bestow Your suβd-for tongues?
THIRD CITIZEN. Heβs not confirmβd: we may deny him yet.
SECOND CITIZENS. And will deny him;
Iβll have five hundred voices of that sound.
FIRST CITIZEN. I twice five hundred, and their friends to piece βem.
BRUTUS. Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends They have chose a consul that will from them take Their liberties, make them of no more voice Than dogs, that are as often beat for barking As therefore kept to do so.
SICINIUS. Let them assemble;
And, on a safer judgment, all revoke
Your ignorant election. Enforce his pride And his old hate unto you; besides, forget not With what contempt he wore the humble weed; How in his suit he scornβd you; but your loves, Thinking upon his services, took from you Thβ apprehension of his present portance, Which, most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion After the inveterate hate he bears you.
BRUTUS. Lay
A fault on us, your tribunes, that we labourβd, No impediment between, but that you must Cast your election on him.
SICINIUS. Say you chose him
More after our commandment than as guided By your own true affections; and that your minds, Pre-occupied with what you rather must do Than what you should, made you against the grain To voice him consul. Lay the fault on us.
BRUTUS. Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you, How youngly he began to serve his country, How long continued; and what stock he springs of-The noble house oβ thβ Marcians; from whence came That Ancus Marcius, Numaβs daughterβs son, Who, after great Hostilius, here was king; Of the same house Publius and Quintus were, That our best water brought by conduits hither; And Censorinus, nobly named so,
Twice being by the people chosen censor, Was his great ancestor.
SICINIUS. One thus descended,
That hath beside well in his person wrought To be set high in place, we did commend To your remembrances; but you have found, Scaling his present bearing with his past, That heβs your fixed enemy, and revoke Your sudden approbation.
BRUTUS. Say you neβer had doneβtβ
Harp on that still-but by our putting on; And presently, when you have drawn your number, Repair to thβ Capitol.
CITIZENS. will will so; almost all
Repent in their election. Exeunt plebeians BRUTUS. Let them go on;
This mutiny were better put in hazard Than stay, past doubt, for greater.
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage With their refusal, both observe and answer The vantage of his anger.
SICINIUS. To thβ Capitol, come.
We will be there before the stream oβ thβ people; And this shall seem, as partly βtis, their own, Which we have goaded onward. Exeunt
ACT III. SCENE I.
Rome. A street
Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the GENTRY, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other SENATORS
CORIOLANUS. Tullus Aufidius, then, had made new head?
LARTIUS. He had, my lord; and that it was which causβd Our swifter composition.
CORIOLANUS. So then the Volsces stand but as at first, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road Uponβs again.
COMINIUS. They are worn, Lord Consul, so That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again.
CORIOLANUS. Saw you Aufidius?
LARTIUS. On safeguard he came to me, and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely Yielded the town. He is retirβd to Antium.
CORIOLANUS. Spoke he of me?
LARTIUS. He did, my lord.
CORIOLANUS. How? What?
LARTIUS. How often he had met you, sword to sword; That of all things upon the earth he hated Your person most; that he would pawn his fortunes To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be callβd your vanquisher.
CORIOLANUS. At Antium lives he?
LARTIUS. At Antium.
CORIOLANUS. I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS
Behold, these are the tribunes of the people, The tongues oβ thβ common mouth. I do despise them, For they do prank them in authority,
Against all noble sufferance.
SICINIUS. Pass no further.
CORIOLANUS. Ha! What is that?
BRUTUS. It will be dangerous to go on-no further.
CORIOLANUS. What makes this change?
MENENIUS. The matter?
COMINIUS. Hath he not passβd the noble and the common?
BRUTUS. Cominius, no.
CORIOLANUS. Have I had childrenβs voices?
FIRST SENATOR. Tribunes, give way: he shall to thβ marketplace.
BRUTUS. The people are incensβd against him.
SICINIUS. Stop,
Or all will fall in broil.
CORIOLANUS. Are these your herd?
Must these have voices, that can yield them now And straight disclaim their tongues? What are your offices?
You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
Have you not set them on?
MENENIUS. Be calm, be calm.
CORIOLANUS. It is a purposβd thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility;
Sufferβt, and live with such as cannot rule Nor ever will be rulβd.
BRUTUS. Callβt not a plot.
The people cry you mockβd them; and of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repinβd; Scandalβd the suppliants for the people, callβd them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
CORIOLANUS. Why, this was known before.
BRUTUS. Not to them all.
CORIOLANUS. Have you informβd them sithence?
BRUTUS. How? I inform them!
COMINIUS. You are like to do such business.
BRUTUS. Not unlike
Each way to better yours.
CORIOLANUS. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune.
SICINIUS. You show too much of that
For which the people stir; if you will pass To where you are bound, you must enquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit, Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.
MENENIUS. Letβs be calm.
COMINIUS. The people are abusβd; set on. This paltβring Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus
Deserved this so dishonourβd rub, laid falsely Iβ thβ plain way of his merit.
CORIOLANUS. Tell me of corn!
This was my speech, and I will speakβt again-MENENIUS. Not now, not now.
FIRST SENATOR. Not in this heat, sir, now.
CORIOLANUS. Now, as I live, I will.
My nobler friends, I crave their pardons.
For the mutable, rank-scented meiny, let them Regard me as I do not flatter, and
Therein behold themselves. I say again, In soothing them we nourish βgainst our Senate The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition, Which we ourselves have ploughβd for, sowβd, and scatterβd, By mingling them with us, the honourβd number, Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that Which they have given to beggars.
MENENIUS. Well, no more.
FIRST SENATOR. No more words, we beseech you.
CORIOLANUS. How? no more!
As for my country I have shed my blood, Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs Coin words till their decay against those measles Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought The very way to catch them.
BRUTUS. You speak oβ thβ people
As if you were a god, to punish; not
A man of their infirmity.
SICINIUS. βTwere well
We let the people knowβt.
MENENIUS. What, what? his choler?
CORIOLANUS. Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, By Jove, βtwould be my mind!
SICINIUS. It is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is, Not poison any further.
CORIOLANUS. Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute βshallβ?
COMINIUS. βTwas from the canon.
CORIOLANUS. βShallβ!
O good but most unwise patricians! Why, You grave but reckless senators, have you thus Given Hydra here to choose an officer That with his peremptory βshall,β being but The horn and noise oβ thβ monsterβs, wants not spirit To say heβll turn your current in a ditch, And make your channel his? If he have power, Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake Your dangerous lenity. If you are learnβd, Be not as common fools; if you are not, Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians, If they be senators; and they are no less, When, both your voices blended, the greatβst taste Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate; And such a one as he, who puts his βshall,β
His popular βshall,β against a graver bench Than ever frownβd in Greece. By Jove himself, It makes the consuls base; and my soul aches To know, when two authorities are up, Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter βtwixt the gap of both and take The one by thβ other.
COMINIUS. Well, on to thβ marketplace.
CORIOLANUS. Whoever gave that counsel to give forth The corn oβ thβ storehouse gratis, as βtwas usβd Sometime in Greece-MENENIUS. Well, well, no more of that.
CORIOLANUS. Though there the people had more absolute powβr-I say they nourishβd disobedience, fed The ruin of the state.
BRUTUS. Why shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?
CORIOLANUS. Iβll give my reasons,
More worthier than their voices. They know the corn Was not our recompense, resting well assurβd They neβer did service forβt; being pressβd to thβ war Even when the navel of the state was touchβd, They would not thread the gates. This kind of service Did not deserve corn gratis. Being iβ thβ war, Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they showβd Most valour, spoke not for them. Thβ accusation Which they have often made against the Senate, All cause unborn, could never be the native Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bosom multiplied digest The Senateβs courtesy? Let deeds express Whatβs like to be their words: βWe did request it; We are the greater poll, and in true fear They gave us our demands.β Thus we debase The nature of our seats, and make the rabble Call our cares fears; which will in time Break ope the locks oβ thβ Senate and bring in The crows to peck the eagles.
MENENIUS. Come, enough.
BRUTUS. Enough, with over measure.
CORIOLANUS. No, take more.
What may be sworn by, both divine and human, Seal what I end withal! This double worship, Where one part does disdain with cause, the other Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom, Cannot conclude but by the yea and no Of general ignorance-it must omit
Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness. Purpose so barrβd, it follows Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you-You that will be less fearful than discreet; That love the fundamental part of state More than you doubt the change onβt; that prefer A noble life before a long, and wish
To jump a body with a dangerous physic Thatβs sure of death without it-at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state Of that
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