coriolanus(科利奥兰纳斯)-第7节
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Honourable Menenius； my boy Marcius approaches； for the love of Juno；
let's go。 MENENIUS。 Ha！ Marcius coming home？ VOLUMNIA。 Ay；
worthy Menenius； and with most prosperous approbation。 MENENIUS。
Take my cap； Jupiter； and I thank thee。 Hoo！ Marcius coming home！
VOLUMNIA； VIRGILIA。 Nay； 'tis true。 VOLUMNIA。 Look； here's a
letter from him； the state hath another； his wife another； and I think there's
one at home for you。 MENENIUS。 I will make my very house reel to…
night。 A letter for me？ VIRGILIA。 Yes； certain； there's a letter for you； I
saw't。 MENENIUS。 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 was wont
to come home wounded。 VIRGILIA。 O； no； no； no。 VOLUMNIA。 O； he is
wounded； I thank the gods for't。 MENENIUS。 So do I too； if it be not too
much。 Brings a victory in his pocket？ The wounds become him。
VOLUMNIA。 On's brows； Menenius； he comes the third time home with
the oaken garland。 MENENIUS。 Has he disciplin'd Aufidius soundly？
VOLUMNIA。 Titus Lartius writes they fought together； but Aufidius got
off。 MENENIUS。 And 'twas time for him too； I'll warrant him that； an he
had stay'd by him； I would not have been so fidius'd for all the chests in
Corioli and the gold that's in them。 Is the Senate possess'd of this？
VOLUMNIA。 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。 VALERIA。 In troth；
there's wondrous things spoke of him。 MENENIUS。 Wondrous！ Ay； I
warrant you； and not without his true purchasing。 VIRGILIA。 The gods
grant them true！ VOLUMNIA。 True！ pow； waw。 MENENIUS。 True！ I'll be
sworn they are true。 Where is he wounded？ ＇To the TRIBUNES＇ God save
your good worships！ Marcius is coming home； he has more cause to be
proud。 Where is he wounded？ VOLUMNIA。 I' th' shoulder and i' th' 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 i' th' body。
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MENENIUS。 One i' th' neck and two i' th' thigh… there's nine that I know。
VOLUMNIA。 He had before this last expedition twenty…five wounds upon
him。 MENENIUS。 Now it's twenty…seven； every gash was an enemy's
grave。 ＇A shout and flourish＇ Hark！ the trumpets。 VOLUMNIA。 These are
the ushers of Marcius。 Before him he carries noise； and behind him he
leaves tears； Death； that dark spirit； in's nervy arm doth lie； Which； being
advanc'd； declines； and then men die。
A sennet。 Trumpets sound。 Enter COMINIUS the GENERAL； and
TITUS LARTIUS； between them； CORIOLANUS； crown'd with an oaken
garland； with CAPTAINS and soldiers and a HERALD
HERALD。 Know； Rome； that all alone Marcius did fight Within
Corioli gates； where he hath won； With fame； a name to Caius Marcius；
these In honour follows Coriolanus。 Welcome to Rome； renowned
Coriolanus！ ＇Flourish＇ ALL。 Welcome to Rome； renowned Coriolanus！
CORIOLANUS。 No more of this； it does offend my heart。 Pray now； no
more。 COMINIUS。 Look； sir； your mother！ CORIOLANUS。 O； You have；
I know； petition'd all the gods For my prosperity！ ＇Kneels＇ VOLUMNIA。
Nay； my good soldier； up； My gentle Marcius； worthy Caius； and By deed…
achieving honour newly nam'd… What is it？ Coriolanus must I call thee？
But； O； thy wife！ CORIOLANUS。 My gracious silence； hail！ Wouldst thou
have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home； That weep'st to see me triumph？
Ah； my dear； Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear； And mothers that lack
sons。 MENENIUS。 Now the gods crown thee！ CORIOLANUS。 And live
you yet？ ＇To VALERIA＇ O my sweet lady； pardon。 VOLUMNIA。 I know
not where to turn。 O； welcome home！ And welcome； General。 And y'are
welcome all。 MENENIUS。 A hundred thousand welcomes。 I could weep
And I could laugh； I am light and heavy。 Welcome！ A curse begin at very
root on's 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 crab trees 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。 COMINIUS。
Ever right。 CORIOLANUS。 Menenius ever； ever。 HERALD。 Give way
there； and go on。 CORIOLANUS。 ＇To his wife and mother＇ Your hand；
and yours。 Ere in our own house I do shade my head； The good patricians
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must be visited； From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings； But with
them change of honours。 VOLUMNIA。 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。
CORIOLANUS。 Know； good mother； I had rather be their servant in my
way Than sway with them in theirs。 COMINIUS。 On； to the Capitol。
＇Flourish。 Cornets。 Exeunt in state； as before＇
BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward
BRUTUS。 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 malkin pins Her richest lockram 'bout her
reechy neck； Clamb'ring the walls to eye him； stalls； bulks； windows； Are
smother'd up； leads fill'd and ridges hors'd With variable complexions； all
agreeing In earnestness to see him。 Seld…shown flamens Do press among
the popular throngs and puff To win a vulgar station； our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in Their nicely gawded cheeks to th'
wanton spoil Of Phoebus' burning kisses。 Such a pother； As if that
whatsoever god who leads him Were slily crept into his human powers；
And gave him graceful posture。 SICINIUS。 On the sudden I warrant him
consul。 BRUTUS。 Then our office may During his power go sleep。
SICINIUS。 He cannot temp'rately transport his honours From where he
should begin and end； but will Lose those he hath won。 BRUTUS。 In that
there's comfort。 SICINIUS。 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 our as little
question As he is proud to do't。 BRUTUS。 I heard him swear； Were he to
stand for consul； never would he Appear i' th' market…place； nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility； Nor； showing； as the manner is； his
wounds To th' people； beg their stinking breaths。 SICINIUS。 'Tis right。
BRUTUS。 It was his word。 O； he would miss it rather Than carry it but by
the suit of the gentry to him And the desire of the nobles。 SICINIUS。 I
wish no better Than have him hold that purpose； and to put it In execution。
BRUTUS。 'Tis most like he will。 SICINIUS。 It shall be to him then as our
good wills： A sure destruction。 BRUTUS。 So it must fall out To him or our
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authorities。 For an end； We must suggest the people in what hatred He still
hath held them； that to's power he would Have made them mules； silenc'd
their pleaders； and Dispropertied their freedoms； holding them In human
action and capacity Of no more soul nor fitness for the world Than camels
in their war； who have their provand Only for bearing burdens； and sore
blows For sinking under them。 SICINIUS。 This； as you say； suggested 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… will be his fire To kindle their dry stubble； and their blaze Shall
darken him for ever。
Enter A MESSENGER
BRUTUS。 What's the matter？ MESSENGER。 You are sent
