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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62946	The ingratitude of a common-wealth, or, The fall of Laius Martius Coriolanus as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal / by N. Tate.	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Coriolanus.	1682 (1682)	Wing T190; ESTC R3412	40,535	74

Slaught'ring in Corioles Auf. Dye Insolent Stamps with his Foot the Conspirators Enter and help him to wound Martius who kills some and hurts Aufidius The Lords rise and come forward 1 Lord. Guards Guards secure 'em both Tread not upon him off O Tullus thou hast done a deed at which Valour will Weep Auf. Pray give me hearing A confus'd Noise heard from abroad 2 Lord. Heark what Confusion storms without Enter Nigridius hastily Nigr. Hast hast my Lords disperse to every Quarter Our City 's up in Arms Aufidius Legions Oppos'd by those were led by Caius Martius Prepare for dreadful Battle in our Streets Unless your speedy presence quell their Fury 1 Lord. Disperse my Lords each to a several Quarter With your best skill to quench these threatning Flames Exeunt Lords severally Nigr. Curst chance Why bought you your Revenge so dear Auf. There 's Blood upon thee Nigr. Blood long Thirsted for The Noise continues ' Cor. 'T is just you Gods to give my Death this Pomp 'T is fit that when Coriolanus Dies Corioles shall fall their Sacrifice Ev'n thou my Bond-slave follow'st in the Tryumph Hast then and wait me to the nether World Auf. No I have yet a pleasant Scene to Act My Bliss but Fiend thy Hell bring in Virgilia Cor. Virgilia Auf. Yes she 's here here in the Palace Out of her Roman Virtue come to seek you And spy those dangers out which you were blind to Thou 'lt not believe thy Foe but heark she comes I charge thee Dye not yet till thou hast seen Our Scene of Pleasures to thy Face I 'll Force her Glut my last Minuits with a double Ryot And in Revenges Sweets and Loves Expire Virgilia brought in Wounded In Blood Nigridius look Behold a sight Wou'd turn the Gorgon-Snakes my Rage is gone And I am touch't with Sorrow my faint Nerves Refuse my Weight and hasty Death invades At ev'ry Pore Oh Dark dark O O. Dies Virg. Betray me not thou sluggish Blood stream faster I now the stubborn Heart resigns and takes The proud Destroyer to her inmost Courts Cor. O Heav'n Virg. 'T is near for that was Martius Voice My Eyes are dim but that dear Sound agen O where my dear Lord Speak Cor. If I do wake And that bright dismal Object be Virgilia Tell me what Sacrilegious Hand has stain'd The whitest Innocence that Heav'n e're form'd What Rage cou'd hurt a Gentleness like thine Whose tender Soul cou'd weep O're dying Roses and at Blossoms fall Tell me thou Turtle ruffled in a Storm What chance seduc'd thee to these Caves of Slaughter What means that purple Dew upon thy Breast Virg. My Noble Martius 't is a Roman Wound Giv'n by Virgilia's Hand that rather chose To sink this Vessel in a Sea of Blood Than suffer its chast Treasure to become Th' unhallowed Pyrates Prize but Oh the Gods The indulgent Gods have lodg'd it in thy Bosoms The Port and Harbour of eternal Calms O Seal with thy dear Hand these dying Eyes To these cold Cheeks lay thine and to thy Breast Take my unspotted Soul in this last Sigh Dyes Cor. Make way ye Stars a nobler Brightness comes Ariadne shall to thee resign her Crown Yet my Virgilia mount not to thy Merit But grace the Orb thy Martius shall attain My Grief talks Idlely Cold my Love She 's gone And on her Cheeks a scatter'd Purple smiles Like streaks of Sun-shine from a setting Day But Oh my Heart My Fears expire not here Volumnia and my little darling Boy Where are they Some kind God descend t' inform me Nigr. Trouble not Heav'n for your Intelligence Cor. Nigridius here Then Heav'n indeed is distant Nigr. With silent Transport Martius I have stood To see thy Pangs to have hasten'd on thy Death Had been too poor Revenge remember Martius The Stripes and foul disgrace thou laid'st upon me When once I bear Commission under thee Thou mad'st me pass the Fork before my Souldiers Discarded Branded Hooted from the Camp Cor. I do remember thy unequall'd Villany Had exemplary Punishment Nigr. That day Thou drew'st this Blood from thy own Vitals Martius 'T is thy young Boys whom I this Hour have Mangled Gash't Rack't Distorted Cor. O this Tale of Horrour Wou'd rouse the sleeping Father from his Grave Yet Strength forsakes me for the dear Revenge Well Cerberus How then didst thou dispose him Didst eat him Nigr. Having kill'd your old Menenius Off'ring his feeble Vengeance streight I threw The Tortur'd Brat with Limbs all broke yet living In quickest Sense of Pain I say I threw him Into Volumnia's Arms who still retain'd Her Roman Temper till with bitter Language And most insulting added to her Suff'rings I rous'd her silent Grief to loud Disorder Then left her to the Tempest of her Fury To Act my Part and be her own Tormenter Cor. Convultions Feavers blewest Pestilence Sleep on Virgilia Wake not to a Story Whose Horrour wou'd exceed the Force of Death And turn thee into Stone Enter Volumnia Distracted with young Martius under her Arm. Vol. Soft soft steal but the Watch word whilst they Sleep And we pass Free Cor. Furies The Fiend spoke Truth O my poor Boy Most wretched Mother Oh! Vol. Strike strike your Torches bid the Stars descend We wander in the Dark Heark Boreas musters up his roaring Crew My Wings and I 'll among 'em wreath my Head With flaming Meteors load my Arm with Thunder Which as I nimbly cut my cloudy Way I 'll hurl on the ingrateful Earth and laugh To hear the Mortals Yelling Nigr. Mark you this Vol. I there 's th' Hesperian Dragon I must pass him Before I reach the golden Bough there Cerberus ' Gorge thy curst Maw with that and cease thy Barking 'T is a delicious Morsel Cor. Earth and Heav'n Is this Volumnia Martius awful Mother And Romes Minerva Boy Dear Sir speak to my Grand Mother Perhaps she 'll answer you Vol. Ha! What a merry World is this Elizium See how the youthful Sheepherds trip to the Pipe And fat Silenus waddles in the Round Beware thy Horns Pan Cupid's with their Bow-strings Have ty'd 'em fast to th' Tree Ah ha ha ha What 's that a Summons to me from the Gods Back Mercury and tell 'em I 'll appear All Heav'n shall know how much I have been wrong'd They tore my little Martius from my Arms Broke all his innocent Limbs before my Face Indeed I never did deserve this usage For I was always Kind and Charitable For Virtue fam'd and as I do remember 'T was I sav'd Rome preserv'd ten thousand Infants From being Massacred like my poor Boy How Juno dead The Thunderer then is mine And I 'll have more than Juno's priviledge See how the Aether smoaks the Christaline Falls clatt'ring down This giddy Phaeton Will set the World on Fire Down with him Jove Wilt thou not Bolt him Then I 'll Act thy Part Force from thy slothful Hand the flaming Dart And thus I strike my Thunder through his Heart Snatches a Partizan from the foremost of the Guards and strikes Nigridius through as she runs off Cor. There struck the Gods Boy Look where my Mother sleeps pray wake her Sir I have heard my Nurse speak of a dying Child And fancy it is now just so with me I fain wou'd hear my Mother bless me first Cor. My pretty Innocence she do's not sleep Boy Perhaps then I have done some Fault makes her Not speak to me Cor. O Gods may this be born Boy I fain wou'd clasp you too but when I try To lift my Arms up to your Neck There 's something holds ' em Cor. Thy Torturers my Boy have crippled 'em And gash't thy pretty Cheeks Boy I know you Lov'd 'em But truly 't was no fault of mine they did it Because I wou'd not cry and I have heard My Grand-Mother say a Roman General 's Son Shou'd never cry Cor. O Nature A true Breed Boy 'T is grown all Dark o' th sudden and we sink I know not whether good Sir hold me fast Dies Cor. Fast as the Arms of Death Now come my Pangs The chilling Damp prevails upon my Heart Thus as th' Inhabitant of some sack't Town The Flames grown near and Foe hard pressing on In hast lays hold on his most precious Store Then to some peaceful Country takes his Flight So grasping in each Arm my Treasure I Pleas'd with the Prize to Deaths calm Region Fly Dies FINIS EPILOGUE Spoken by Valeria WHat No Attendance in this World make way Where are our noisy Bussying Criticks They That heard no Scene and Yet damn all the Play Run down by Masques to their old Shift they flee And Rail at us for want of Repertee Well Gentlemen how e're you doom to Night Methinks this Company 's a blessed sight And shews the Realm's disorder coming Right As we Thrive with the Publick it do's pass The Play-House is the Nation 's Weather-Glass Where like to th' Quick-Silver the Audience still As the State goes is found to Ebb or Fill. Shall I Inform you one thing Gallants We In our Vocation with the Saints agree For as their Holders-forth their Flock enchant So we our Audience charm with Noise and Rant 'T is thus we Please and I dare take my Oath That Decency and Sence wou'd Break us Both. † Ragland Castle the Ma● quess of Worcester's Seat the last Garrison held out for the KING