coriolanus(科利奥兰纳斯)-第21章
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CITIZEN。 And so did I。 THIRD CITIZEN。 And so did I; and; to say the
truth; so did very many of us。 That we did; we did for the best; and though
we willingly consented to his banishment; yet it was against our will。
COMINIUS。 Y'are goodly things; you voices! MENENIUS。 You have
made Good work; you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol? COMINIUS。
O; ay; what else? Exeunt COMINIUS and MENENIUS SICINIUS。 Go;
masters; get you home; be not dismay'd; These are a side that would be
glad to have This true which they so seem to fear。 Go home; And show no
sign of fear。 FIRST CITIZEN。 The gods be good to us! Come; masters;
let's home。 I ever said we were i' th' wrong when we banish'd him。
SECOND CITIZEN。 So did we all。 But come; let's home。 Exeunt citizens
BRUTUS。 I do not like this news。 SICINIUS。 Nor I。 BRUTUS。 Let's to
the Capitol。 Would half my wealth Would buy this for a lie! SICINIUS。
Pray let's go。 Exeunt
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SCENE VII。 A camp at a short distance from Rome
Enter AUFIDIUS with his LIEUTENANT
AUFIDIUS。 Do they still fly to th' 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; And you are dark'ned 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; 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… 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; 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 th' vulgar eye; that he bears all things
fairly And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state; 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。 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 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; 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 From th' casque to th' 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; So hated; and so banish'd。 But
he has a merit To choke it in the utt'rance。 So our virtues Lie in th'
interpretation of the time; And power; unto itself most commendable; Hath
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not a tomb so evident as a cheer T' 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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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 Rome。 A public place
Enter MENENIUS; COMINIUS; SICINIUS and BRUTUS; the two
Tribunes; with others
MENENIUS。 No; I'll not go。 You hear what he hath said Which was
sometime his general; who lov'd him In a most dear particular。 He call'd
me father; But what o' that? Go; you that banish'd him: A mile before his
tent fall down; and knee The way into his mercy。 Nay; if he coy'd To hear
Cominius speak; I'll keep at home。 COMINIUS。 He would not seem to
know me。 MENENIUS。 Do you hear? COMINIUS。 Yet one time he did
call me by my name。 I urg'd our old acquaintance; and the drops That we
have bled together。 'Coriolanus' He would not answer to; forbid all names;
He was a kind of nothing; titleless; Till he had forg'd himself a name i' th'
fire Of burning Rome。 MENENIUS。 Why; so! You have made good work。
A pair of tribunes that have wrack'd for Rome To make coals cheap… a
noble memory! COMINIUS。 I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was less expected; he replied; It was a bare petition of a state To
one whom they had punish'd。 MENENIUS。 Very well。 Could he say less?
COMINIUS。 I offer'd to awaken his regard For's private friends; his
answer to me was; He could not stay to pick them in a pile Of noisome
musty chaff。 He said 'twas folly; For one poor grain or two; to leave
unburnt And still to nose th' offence。 MENENIUS。 For one poor grain or
two! I am one of those。 His mother; wife; his child; And this brave fellow
too… we are the grains: You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt Above
the moon。 We must be burnt for you。 SICINIUS。 Nay; pray be patient; if
you refuse your aid In this so never…needed help; yet do not Upbraid's with
our distress。 But sure; if you Would be your country's pleader; your good
tongue; More than the instant army we can make; Might stop our
countryman。 MENENIUS。 No; I'll not meddle。 SICINIUS。 Pray you go to
him。 MENENIUS。 What should I do? BRUTUS。 Only make trial what
your love can do For Rome; towards Marcius。 MENENIUS。 Well; and say
that Marcius Return me; as Cominius is return'd; Unheard… what then? But
as a discontented friend; grief…shot With his unkindness? Say't be so?
SICINIUS。 Yet your good will Must have that thanks from Rome after the
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measure As you intended well。 MENENIUS。 I'll undertake't; I think he'll
hear me。 Yet to bite his lip And hum at good Cominius much unhearts me。
He was not taken well: he had not din'd; The veins unfill'd; our blood is
cold; and then We pout upon the morning; are unapt To give or to forgive;
but when we have stuff'd These pipes and these conveyances of our blood