Coriolanus Act 2

Act II of Coriolanus by William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Act II, Scene I. Rome. A public place. Enter Menenius with the two tribunes of people, Sicinius and Brutus.

The augurer tells me we shall have news tonight.

Good or bad.

Not according to the prayer of the people for they love not martius.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

Pray you who does the wolf love the lamb ay to devour him as the hungry plebeians would the noble.

Martius he's a lamb indeed that bears like a bear he's.

A bear indeed that lives like a lamb you two are old men Tell me one thing that I shall ask you.

Well, sir.

Well, sir? In what enormity is Martius poor in that you two have not in abundance?

He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.

Especially in pride.

And topping all others in boasting.

This is strange now. Do you two know how you are censured here in the city? I mean us of the right-hand file. Do you?

Why, how are we censured?

Because you talk of pride now. Will you not be angry? Well, well, sir, well. Why, it is no great matter, for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience. Give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at your pleasures, at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you in being so. You blame Martius for being proud?

We do it not alone, sir.

I know you can do very little alone, for your helps are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single. Your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk of pride. Oh, that you could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves. Oh, that you could.

What then, sir?

Why, then, you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as any in Rome.

Menenius, you are known well enough, too.

I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of a laying tiber in it. Said to be something imperfect in favouring the first complaint, hasty and tinder-like upon too trivial motion, one that converses more with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the morning, what I think I utter and spend my malice in my breath. Meeting two such wheelsmen as you are, I cannot call you like hergeses. If the drink you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I can't say your worships have delivered the matter well, when i find the ass in compound with a major part of your syllables and though i must be content to bear with those that say you are

reverend grave men yet they lie deadly that tell you you have good faces if you see this in the map of my microcosm follows it that i am known well enough too what balm can your bison conspicuities glean out of this character if i be known well enough.

Too come sir come we know you well enough.

You know neither me, yourselves, nor anything. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs. You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in here and here cause between an orange wife and a faucet seller, and then return a controversy of three pence to a second day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the colic, you make faces like mammas, set up the bloody flag against all patience, and in roaring for a chamber pot dismiss the controversy bleeding the more entangled by your hearing all the peace you make in their cause is calling both the parties knaves you are a pair of strange.

Ones come come you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table than a necessary bencher in the capitol.

Our very priests must become mockers if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards, and your beards deserve not so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Martius is proud, who, in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessors since Deucalion though peradventure some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. Good den to your worships. More of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsman of the beastly plebeians. I will be bold to take my leave of you.

Brutus and Sassinius go aside. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria.

How now, my as fair as noble ladies! And the moon, was she earthly, no nobler? Whither do you follow your eyes so fast?

Honourable Menenius, my boy Martius approaches. For the love of Juno, let's go.

Ah, Martius coming home.

Ay, worthy Menenius, and with most prosperous approbation.

Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Ooh, Martius coming home.

Nay, tis true.

Look, here's a letter from him. The state hath another, his wife another, and, I think, there's one at home for you.

I will make my very house real to-night. A letter for me.

Yes, certain, there's a letter for you. I sought.

A letter for me. It gives me an estate of seven years' health, in which time I will make a lip at the physician. The most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic, and to this preservative of no better report than a horse-drench.' Is he not wounded? He is wont to come home wounded. O, no, no, no. O, he is wounded.

I thank the gods for it.

So do I too. If it be not too much, brings a victory in his pocket, the wounds become him.

On's brows! Menenius, he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.

Has he disciplined Ophidius soundly?

Titus Lartius writes they fought together, but Ophidius got off.

And twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that. And had he stayed by him, I would not have been so fiducid for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the Senate possessed of this?

Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes, the Senate has letters from the General, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war. He hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly.

In truth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

Wondrous? Ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.

The gods grant them true.

True? Pow-wow!

True, I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded?

To the tribunes.

God save your good worships. Martius is coming home. He has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

In the shoulder, and in the left arm there will be large cicatrices to show the people, When he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven hurts to the body.

One in the neck, and two in the thigh. There's nine that I know.

He had, before this laxed expedition, twenty-five wounds upon him.

Now it's twenty-seven. Every gash was an enemy's grave.

A shout and flourish.

Hark! The trumpets!

These are the ushers of Martius. before him he carries noise and behind him he leaves tears death that dark spirit in's nervy arm doth lie which being advanced declines and then men die.

A senate trumpets a sound enter cominius the general and tethyslartius between them coriolanus crowned with an oaken garland with captains and soldiers and.

A herald No, Rome, that all alone Martius did fight within Corioli gates, where he hath won with fame a name to Caius Martius. These in honour follows Coriolanus. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.

Flourish.

Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.

No more of this. It does offend my heart. Pray now, no more.

Look, sir, your mother.

Oh!

You have, I know, petitioned all the gods for my prosperity.

Nay, my good soldier, up, my gentle Martius, worthy Caius, and by deed achieving honour newly named. What is it? Coriolanus must I call thee? But, O thy wife!

My gracious silence! Hail! Wouldst thou have laughed had I come coffined home, That weepest to see me triumph? Ay, my dear, such eyes the widows in Coriola were, And mothers that lack sons.

Now the gods crown thee.

And live you yet to valeria oh my sweet lady pardon.

Valeria i know not where to turn oh welcome home and welcome general and your welcome all.

A hundred thousand welcomes i could weep and i could laugh i am light and heavy welcome a curse begins at very root on'ts heart that is not glad to see thee you are three that rome should dote on yet by the faith of men we have some old crabtrees here at home that will not be grafted to your relish yet welcome warriors we call a nettle but a nettle and the faults of fools but folly.

Ever right menenius ever ever give way there and go on to volumnia and virgilia your hand and yours Ere in our own house I do shade my head, the good patricians must be visited, from whom I have received not only greetings, but with them change of honours.

I have lived to see inherited my very wishes, and the buildings of my fancy. Only there's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but our Rome will cast upon thee.

No, good mother, I had rather be their servant in my way. than sway with them in theirs on to the capital.

Flourish cornets exeunt in state as before brutus and sicinius come forward.

All tongues speak of him and the bleared sights are spectacled to see him your prattling nurse into a rapture lets her baby cry while she chats him the kitchen PINS HER RICHEST LOCRUM BOUT HER REACHY NECK, CLAMORING THE WALLS TO EYE HIM. STALLS, BULKS, WINDOWS ARE SMOTHERED UP, LEADS FILLED, AND RIDGES HORSED WITH VARIABLE COMPLEXIONS, ALL AGREEING IN EARNESTNESS TO SEE HIM. SELD-SHOWN FLAMMONS DO PRESS AMONG THE POPULAR THRONGS AND PUFF TO WIN A VULGAR STATION.

All veiled dames commit the war of white and damask in their nicely gauded cheeks to the wanton spoil of Phoebus's burning kisses. Such a bother as if that whatsoever god who leads him were silly crept into his human powers and gave him graceful posture.

On the sudden I warned him counsel.

Then our office may, during his power, go sleep.

He cannot temperately transport his honours from where he should begin and end but will lose those he hath won.

In that there's comfort.

Doubt not the commoners for whom we stand but they upon their ancient malice will forget with the least cause these his new honours which that he will give them make i as little question as he is proud to doot i.

Heard him swear were he to stand for counsel Never would he appear in the marketplace, nor on him put the napless vesture of humility, nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds to the people, beg their stinking breaths.' Tis right. It was his word. Oh, he would miss it rather than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him, and the desire of the nobles.

I wish no better than have him hold that purpose and to put it in execution.

Tis most like he will.

It shall be to him then as our good wills assure destruction so.

It must fall out to him or our authorities for an end we must suggest the people in what hatred he still hath held them that tis power he would have made them mules silenced their pleaders and disproportied their freedoms holding them in human action and capacity of no more soul nor fitness for the world than camels in the war who have their provand only for bearing burdens and sore blows for sinking under them.

This as you say suggests that at some time when his soaring insolence shall touch the people which time shall not want if he be put upon't and that's as easy as to set dogs on sheep and will be his fire to kindle their dry stubble and their blaze shall darken him for ever.

Enter a messenger you were sent for to the capitol tis thought that coriolanus shall be consul i have seen the dumb men throng to see him and the blind to hear him speak matrons flung gloves ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers upon him as he passed the nobles bended as to jove's statue and the commons made a shower and thunder with their caps and shouts i never saw the like.

Let's to the capitol and carry with us ears and eyes for the time but hearts for the event have with.

You scene two the same the capitol enter two officers to lay cushions Come, come.

They are almost here.

How many stand for consulships? Three, they say, but tis thought of every one Coriolanus will carry it.

That's a brave fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.

Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people who ne'er loved them, and there be many that they have loved they know not wherefore. so that if they love they know not why they hate upon no better a ground therefore for coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition and out of his noble carelessness lets them plainly see it.

If he did not care whether he had their love or no he waved indifferently twixt doing them neither good nor harm but he seeks their hate with greater devotion than can render it him, and leaves nothing undone that may fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and displeasure of the people is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.

He hath deserved worthily of his country, and his assent is not by such easy degrees as those who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonneted, without any further deed to have them at all into their estimation and report, but he hath so planted his honors in their eyes and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent and not confess so much were a kind of ingrateful injury. To report otherwise were a malice that, giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.

No more of him. He is a worthy man. Make way.

They are coming.

A senate.

Enter with actors before them. Cominius, the consul, Meninius, Coriolanus, senators, Cecinius, and Brutus. The senators take their places. The tribunes take their places by themselves. Coriolanus stands.

Having determined of the Volscius and descend for Titus, It remains, as the main point of this, our after-meeting, to gratify his noble service that hath thus stood for his country. Therefore, please you, most reverent and grave elders, to desire the present Consul and last General in our well-found successes to report a little of that worthy work performed by Caius Martius, whom we met here both to thank and to remember with honours like himself.

Speak good cominius leave nothing out for length and make us think rather our state's defective for acquittal than we to stretch it out masters of the people we do request your kindest ears and after your loving motion toward the common body to yield what passes here.

We are convented upon a pleasing treaty and have hearts inclinable to honor and advance the theme of our.

Assembly which the rather we shall be blest to do If he remember a kinder value of the people than he hath hereto prized them at.

That's off, that's off. I would you rather had been silent. Please you to hear Cominius speak.

Most willingly, but yet my caution was more pertinent than the rebuke you give it.

He loves your people, but tell him not to be their bedfellow. Worthy Cominius, speak.

Coriolanus offers to go away.

Nay, keep your place.

Sit, Coriolanus.

Never shame to hear what you have nobly done.

Your Honour's pardon. I had rather have my wounds to heal again than hearsay how I got them.

Sir, I hope my words dispensed you not?

No, sir. Yet oft when blows have made me stay, I fled from words. You soothe not, therefore hurt not. But your people— I love them as they weigh.

Pray now, sit down.

I had rather have once scratched my head i' the sun, when the alarum was struck, than idly sit to hear my nothings monstered.

Exit.

Masters of the people, your multiplying spawn, how can he flatter? That's thousand to one good one. When you now see, he had rather venture all his limbs for honour than one aunt's ears to hear it. Proceed, Comenius.

I shall lack voice. The deeds of Coriolanus should not be uttered feebly. It is held that valour is the chiefest virtue, and most dignifies the haver. If it be, the man I speak of cannot in the world be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years, when Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought beyond the mark of others. Our then dictator— WHOM, WITH ALL PRAISE I POINT AT, SAW HIM FIGHT. WHEN WITH HIS AMAZONIAN CHIN HE DROVE THE BRISTLED LIPS BEFORE HIM, BE BESTRIED AN OAR-PRESSED ROMAN, AND, IN THE COUNCIL'S VIEW, SLEW THREE OPPOSERS, TARQUIN'S SELF HE MET, AND STRUCK HIM ON HIS KNEE. IN THAT DAY'S FEATS, WHEN HE MIGHT ACT THE WOMAN IN THE SCENE, HE PROVED BEST MAN IN THE FIELD, and for his mead was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age man entered thus.

He waxed like a sea, and in the brunt of seventeen battles since he lurched all swords of the garland. For this last, before and in Corioli, let me say, I cannot speak him home. He stopped the flyers, and by his rare example made the coward turn terror into sport. as weeds before a vessel under sail, so men obeyed and fell below his stem. His sword, death's stamp, where it did mark it took. From face to foot he was a thing of blood, whose every motion was timed with dying cries. Alone he entered the mortal gate of the city, which he painted with shunless destiny, aidless came off.

and with a sudden reinforcement struck Corioli like a planet. Now all's his. When by and by the din of war gan pierce his ready sense, then straight his doubled spirit requickened what in flesh was fatigate, and to the battle came he, where he did run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if t'were a perpetual spoil, until we called both field and city ours, He never stood to ease his breast with panting.

Worthy man!

He cannot but with measure fit the honours which we devise him.

Our spoils he kicked at, and looked upon things precious as they were the common muck of the world. He covets less than misery itself would give, rewards his deeds with doing them, and is content to spend the time to end it.

He's right, noble. Let him be called for.

Call Coriolanus.

He doth appear.

Re-enter Coriolanus.

The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased to make thee consul.

I do owe them still my life and services.

It then remains that you do speak to the people.

I do beseech you, let me all leap that custom, for I cannot put on the gown, stand naked, and entreat them, for my wound's sake, to give their suffrage. please you that i may pass this doing.

Sir the people must have their voices neither will they bate one jot of ceremony.

Put them not to it pray you go fit you to the custom and take to you as your predecessors have your honour with your form.

It is a part that i shall blush in acting and might well be taken from the people mark you that to brag unto them thus i did and thus Show them the unaching scars which I should hide, as if I had received them for the hire of their breath only.

Do not stand upon it. We recommend to you, tribunes of the people, our purpose to them, and to our noble consul wish we all joy and honour.

Flourish of cornets, exeunt all but Cecinius and Brutus.

You see how he intends to use the people.

May they perceive intent. He will require them. As if he did contemn what he requested should be in them to give.

Come, we'll inform them of our proceedings here. On the marketplace, I know, they do attend us.

Exeunt. Scene 3. The Same. The Forum. Enter seven or eight citizens.

Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.

We may, sir, if we will.

We have power in ourselves to do it. but it is a power that we have no power to do. For if he show us his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds and speak for them. So if he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him a noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a monster of the multitude, of which we being members should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

And to make us no better thought of, a little help will serve for once we stood up about the corn he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.

We have been called so of many not that our heads are some brown some black some auburn some bald but that our wits are so diversely coloured and truly i think if all our wits were to issue out of one skull they would fly east west north south and their consent of one direct way should be at once to all the points of the.

Compass think you so which way do you judge my wit would fly.

Nay your wit will not so soon out as another man's will tis strongly wedged up in a blockhead but if it were at liberty twould sure southward why that way to lose itself in a fog where being three parts melted away with rotten dews the fourth would return for conscience sake to help to get thee a wife.

You are never without your tricks you may you may are.

You all resolved to give your voices But that's no matter. The greater part carries it. I say, if he would incline to the people, there was never a worthier man.

Enter Coriolanus in a gown of humility with Menenius.

Here he comes. And in the gown of humility, mark his behaviour. We are not to stay altogether, but to come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. He is to make his requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a single honour in giving him our own voices with our own tongues. Therefore follow me, and I direct you how you shall go by him.

Oh, sir, you are not right.

Have you not known the worthiest men have done it?

What must I say? I pray, sir, plague upon it. I cannot bring my tongue to such a pace. Look, sir, my wounds. I got them in my country's service when some certain of your brethren roared and ran from the noise of our own drums.

O me, the gods, you must not speak of that. You must desire them to think upon you.

Think upon me? Hang them. Why would they forget me, like the virtues which other divines lose by them?

You'll mar all? I'll leave you. Pray you, speak to them, I pray you, in wholesome manner.

Exit.

Bid them wash their faces and keep their teeth clean.

Re-enter two of the citizens.

So, here comes a brace.

Re-enter a third citizen.

You know the course, sir, of my standing here?

We do, sir.

Tell us what hath brought you to it.

Mine own dessert.

Your own dessert?

Aye, but not mine own desire.

How not your own desire?

No, sir, t'was never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging.

You must think, if we give you anything... We hope to.

Gain by you.

Well then, I pray, your price of the consulship.

The price is to ask it kindly.

Kindly? Sir, I pray, let me hide it. I have wounds to show you, which shall be yours in private. Your good voice, sir, what say you?

You shall hear it with her, sir.

A match, sir, there's in all two worthy voices begged. I have your arms, adieu.

But this is something odd and twere to give again but tis.

No matter exeunt the three citizens re-enter two other citizens.

Pray you now if it may stand with the tune of your voices that i may be consul i have here the customary gown.

You have deserved nobly of your country and you have not deserved nobly.

Your enigma?

You have been a scourge to her enemies. You have been a rod to her friends. You have not, indeed, loved the common people.

You should account me the more virtuous that I have not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them. Tis a condition they account gentle, and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise the insinuating nod, and be off to them most counterfeitly. That is, sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man, and give it bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.

We hope to find you our friend, and therefore give you our voices heartily.

You have received many wounds for your country.

I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.

The gods give you joy.

Sir, heartily.

Most sweet voices. Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. Why in this wolfish toad should I stand here To beg of Hob and Dick that do appear their needless vouches? Custom calls me to it. What custom wills in all things should we do it? The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heat for truth to appear. Rather than fool it so, let the high office and the honour go to one that would do thus. I am half through. The one part suffered, the other will I do.

Re-enter three citizens more.

Here come more voices. Your voices, for your voices I have fought, watched for your voices, for your voices bear of wounds two dozen odd, battles thrice six i have seen and heard of for your voices have done many things some less some more your voices indeed i would be consul.

He has done nobly and cannot go without any honest man's.

Voice therefore let him be consul the gods give him joy and make him good friend to the people amen god save thee noble.

Consul worthy voices.

You have stood your limitation and the tribunes endue you with the people's voice remains that in the official marks invested you anon do meet the senate is.

This done the custom of request you have discharged the people do admit you and are summoned to meet anon upon your approbation.

Were at the senate-house there May I change these garments?

You may, sir.

That I'll straight do, and, knowing myself again, repair to the Senate house.

I'll keep you company. Will you along?

We stay here for the people.

Fare you well. He has it now, and by his looks me think tis warm at heart.

With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people?

Re-enter, citizens.

How now, my masters, have you chose this man?

He has our voices, sir.

We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.

Amen, sir. To my poor unworthy notice, he mocked us when he begged our voices.

Certainly, he flattered us downright.

No, tis his kind of speech. He did not mock us.

Not one amongst us save yourself, but says he used us scornfully. He should have showed us his marks of merit, wounds received for his country.

Why, so he did, I am sure.

No, no, no man saw him.

He said he had wounds, which he could show in private, and with his hat thus waving it in scorn. I would be console, says he, aged custom, but by your voices will not so permit me.

Your voices, therefore.

When we granted that, here was, I thank you for your voices, thank you, your most sweet voices. now you have left your voices i have no further with you was this not mockery.

Why either you were ignorant to see it or seeing it of such childish friendliness to yield your voices.

Could you not have told him as you were lessened when he had no power but was a petty servant to the state he was your enemy ever spake against your liberties and the charters that you bear in the body of the wheel and now arriving a place of potency and sway o'er the state, if he should still malignantly remain fast foe to the plebele, your voices might be curses to yourselves? You should have said that as his worthy deeds did claim no less than what he stood for, so his gracious nature would think upon you for your voices and translate his malice towards you into love.

standing your friendly lord.

Thus to have said as you were foreadvised had touched his spirit and tried his inclination from him plucked either his gracious promise which you might as cause had called you up have held him to or else it would have galled his surly nature which easily endures not article tying him to aught so putting him to rage you should have ta'en the advantage of his collar and passed him unelected.

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 directorship of judgment?

Have you ere now denied the asker, and now again of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow your sued-for tongues?

He's not confirmed. We may deny him yet.

And we'll deny him. I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.

I twice five hundred, and they're friends to Peasome.

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.

Let them assemble. and on a safer judgment all revoke your ignorant election, and force his pride and his old hate unto you. Besides, forget not with what contempt he wore the humble weed, how in his suit he scorned you. But your loves, thinking upon his services, took from you the apprehension of his present portents, which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion after the inveterate hate he bears you.

Lay a fault on us your tribunes that we laboured no impediment between but that you must cast your election on him.

Say you chose him more after our commandment than as guided by your own true affections and that your minds preoccupied with what you rather must do than what you should made you against the grain to voice him counsel lay the fault on.

Us 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 of the Marseillans, from whence came that Ancus Numa's daughter's son, who after great Hostilius here was king, of the same house Publius and Quintus were, that our beet-water brought by conduits hither, and Censorinus nobly named so twice being by the people chosen censor was his great ancestor 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 he's your fixed enemy and revoke your sudden approbation.

Say you ne'er had done't harp on that still But by our putting on, and presently when you have drawn your number, repair to the capital.

We will so. Almost all repent in their election.

Exean citizens.

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.

To the capital come we will be there before the stream o the people and this shall seem as partly tis their own which we have goaded

Onward Exeunt End of Act II

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