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• Coriolanus: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Street.
• Scene II.—: Corioli. the Senate-house.
• Scene III.—: Rome. a Room Inmarcius’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: Before Corioli.
• Scene V.—: Corioli. a Street.
• Scene VI.—: Near the Camp Ofcominius.
• Scene VII.—: The Gates of Corioli.
• Scene VIII.—: A Field of Battle Between the Roman and the Volscian Camps.
• Scene IX.—: The Roman Camp.
• Scene X.—: The Camp of the Volsces.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same. the Capitol.
• Scene III.—: The Same. the Forum.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room Incoriolanus’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same. the Forum.
• 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. Beforeaufidius’ House.
• Scene V.—: The Same. a Hall Inaufidius’ House.
• Scene VI.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene VII.—: A Camp At a Small Distance From Rome.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Volscian Camp Before Rome. the Guards At Their Stations.
• Scene III.—: The Tent Ofcoriolanus.
• Scene IV.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene V.—: Corioli. a Public Place.

Scene V.—

Corioli. A Street.

Enter certain Romans, with spoils.

First Rom.

This will I carry to Rome.

Sec. Rom.

And I this.

Third Rom.

A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.

[Alarum continues still ajar off.

EnterMarciusandTitus Lartius,with a trumpet.

Mar.

See here these movers that do prize their hours

At a crack’d drachme! Cushions, leaden spoons,

Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would

Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,

Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them!

And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!

There is the man of my soul’s hate, Aufidius,

Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take

Convenient numbers to make good the city,

Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste

To help Cominius.

Lart.

Worthy sir, thou bleed’st;

Thy exercise hath been too violent

For a second course of fight.

Mar.

Sir, praise me not;

My work hath yet not warm’d me: fare you well:

The blood I drop is rather physical

Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus

I will appear, and fight.

Lart.

Now the fair goddess, Fortune,

Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms

Misguide thy opposers’ swords! Bold gentleman,

Prosperity be thy page!

Mar.

Thy friend no less

Than those she places highest! So, farewell.

Lart.

Thou worthiest Marcius!—

[ExitMarcius.

Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;

Call thither all the officers of the town,

Where they shall know our mind. Away!

[Exeunt.