TPTT The Tragedy of Coriolanus: ACT IV
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
SCENE I. Rome. Before a gate of the city.
SCENE II. The same. A street near the gate.
SCENE III. A highway between Rome and Antium.
SCENE IV. Antium. Before Aufidius's house.
SCENE V. The same. A hall in Aufidius's house.
SCENE VI. Rome. A public place.
SCENE VII. A camp, at a small distance from Rome.
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SCENE VII. A camp, at a small distance from Rome.
Enter AUFIDIUS and his Lieutenant
AUFIDIUS
      Do they still fly to the Roman?
Lieutenant
      I do not know what witchcraft's in him, but
      Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
      Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
5     And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
      Even by your own.
AUFIDIUS
      I cannot help it now,
      Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
      Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier,
10    Even to my person, than I thought he would
      When first I did embrace him: yet his nature
      In that's no changeling; and I must excuse
      What cannot be amended.
Lieutenant
      Yet I wish, sir,--
15    I mean for your particular,--you had not
      Join'd in commission with him; but either
      Had borne the action of yourself, or else
      To him had left it solely.
AUFIDIUS
      I understand thee well; and be thou sure,
20    when he shall come to his account, he knows not
      What I can urge against him. Although it seems,
      And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
      To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly.
      And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state,
25    Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon
      As draw his sword; yet he hath left undone
      That which shall break his neck or hazard mine,
      Whene'er we come to our account.
Lieutenant
      Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?
AUFIDIUS
30    All places yield to him ere he sits down;
      And the nobility of Rome are his:
      The senators and patricians love him too:
      The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people
      Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
35    To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome
      As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
      By sovereignty of nature. First he was
      A noble servant to them; but he could not
      Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride,
40    Which out of daily fortune ever taints
      The happy man; whether defect of judgment,
      To fail in the disposing of those chances
      Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
      Not to be other than one thing, not moving
45    From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace
      Even with the same austerity and garb
      As he controll'd the war; but one of these--
      As he hath spices of them all, not all,
      For I dare so far free him--made him fear'd,
50    So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit,
      To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues
      Lie in the interpretation of the time:
      And power, unto itself most commendable,
      Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
55    To extol what it hath done.
      One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
      Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.
      Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,
      Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.
Exeunt
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