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Act 5, Scene 6

Antium. A public place.

Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants.

Aufidius

Go tell the lords a' the city I am here:

Deliver them this paper: having read it,

Bid them repair to the marketplace; where I,

Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,

Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse

The city ports by this hath entered and

Intends to appear before the people, hoping

To purge himself with words: dispatch. Exeunt Attendants.Enter three or four Conspirators of AUFIDIUs' faction. Most welcome!

First Conpirator

How is it with our general?

Aufidius

Even so

As with a man by his own alms empoisoned,

And with his charity slain.

Second Conspirator

Most noble sir,

If you do hold the same intent wherein

You wished us parties, we'll deliver you

Of your great danger.

Aufidius

Sir, I cannot tell:

We must proceed as we do find the people.

Third Conspirator

The people will remain uncertain whilst

'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either

Makes the survivor heir of all.

Aufidius

I know it;

And my pretext to strike at him admits

A good construction. I raised him, and I pawned

Mine honour for his truth: who being so heightened,

He watered his new plants with dews of flattery,

Seducing so my friends; and, to this end,

He bowed his nature, never known before

But to be rough, unswayable and free.

Third Conspirator

Sir, his stoutness

When he did stand for consul, which he lost

By lack of stooping,

Aufidius

That I would have spoke of;

Being banished for't, he came unto my hearth;

Presented to my knife his throat: I took him;

Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way

In all his own desires; nay, let him choose

Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,

My best and freshest men; served his designments

In mine own person; holp to reap the fame

Which he did end all his; and took some pride

To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,

I seemed his follower, not partner, and

He waged me with his countenance, as if

I had been mercenary.

First Conpirator

So he did, my lord:

The army marvelled at it, and, in the last,

When he had carried Rome and that we looked

For no less spoil than glory,

Aufidius

There was it:

For which my sinews shall be stretched upon him.

At a few drops of women's rheum, which are

As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour

Of our great action: therefore shall he die,

And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark! Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People.

First Conpirator

Your native town you entered like a post,

And had no welcomes home; but he returns,

Splitting the air with noise.

Second Conspirator

And patient fools,

Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear

With giving him glory.

Third Conspirator

Therefore, at your vantage,

Ere he express himself, or move the people

With what he would say, let him feel your sword,

Which we will second. When he lies along,

After your way his tale pronounced shall bury

His reasons with his body.

Aufidius

Say no more:

Here come the lords. Enter the Lords of the city.

Lords

You are most welcome home.

Aufidius

I have not deserved it.

But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused

What I have written to you?

Lords

We have.

First Lord

And grieve to hear't.

What faults he made before the last, I think

Might have found easy fines: but there to end

Where he was to begin and give away

The benefit of our levies, answering us

With our own charge, making a treaty where

There was a yielding, this admits no excuse.

Aufidius

He approaches: you shall hear him. Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drum and colours; Commoners being with him.

Coriolanus

Hail, lords! I am returned your soldier,

No more infected with my country's love

Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting

Under your great command. You are to know

That prosperously I have attempted and

With bloody passage led your wars even to

The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home

Doth more than counterpoise a full third part

The charges of the action. We have made peace

With no less honour to the Antiates

Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,

Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,

Together with the seal a' the senate, what

We have compounded on.

Aufidius

Read it not, noble lords;

But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree

He hath abused your powers.

Coriolanus

Traitor! how now!

Aufidius

Ay, traitor, Marcius!

Coriolanus

Marcius!

Aufidius

Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think

I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name

Coriolanus in Corioles?

You lords and heads a' the state, perfidiously

He has betrayed your business, and given up,

For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,

I say “your city,” to his wife and mother;

Breaking his oath and resolution like

A twist of rotten silk, never admitting

Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears

He whined and roared away your victory,

That pages blushed at him and men of heart

Looked wondering each at other.

Coriolanus

Hear'st thou, Mars?

Aufidius

Name not the god, thou boy of tears!

Coriolanus

Ha!

Aufidius

No more.

Coriolanus

Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart

Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!

Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever

I was forced to scold. Your judgements, my grave lords,

Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion —

Who wears my stripes impressed upon him; that

Must bear my beating to his grave — shall join

To thrust the lie unto him.

First Lord

Peace, both, and hear me speak.

Coriolanus

Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,

Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound!

If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,

That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles:

Alone I did it. Boy!

Aufidius

Why, noble lords,

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,

Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,

'Fore your own eyes and ears?

All Conspirators

Let him die for't.

All the people

“Tear him to pieces.” “Do it presently.” “He killed my son.” “My daughter.” “He killed my cousin Marcus. “He killed my father.”

Second Lord

Peace, ho! no outrage: peace!

The man is noble and his fame folds in

This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us

Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,

And trouble not the peace.

Coriolanus

O that I had him,

With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

To use my lawful sword!

Aufidius

Insolent villain!

All Conspirators

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him! The Conspirators draw, and kill Coriolanus: Aufidius stands on his body.

Lords

Hold, hold, hold, hold!

Aufidius

My noble masters, hear me speak.

First Lord

O Tullus,

Second Lord

Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.

Third Lord

Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet;

Put up your swords.

Aufidius

My lords, when you shall know — as in this rage,

Provoked by him, you cannot — the great danger

Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice

That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours

To call me to your senate, I'll deliver

Myself your loyal servant, or endure

Your heaviest censure.

First Lord

Bear from hence his body;

And mourn you for him: let him be regarded

As the most noble corse that ever herald

Did follow to his urn.

Second Lord

His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.

Let's make the best of it.

Aufidius

My rage is gone;

And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.

Help, three a' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.

Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:

Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he

Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,

Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble memory.

Assist. Exeunt, bearing the body of Coriolanus. A dead march sounded.