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ISBN-10: 0812969340

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Authors: William Shakespeare, Jonathan Bate, Eric Rasmussen

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;O mother, mother! What have you done? ; - Coriolanus Eminent Shakespearean scholars Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen provide a fresh new edition of this gripping political and personal tragedy-along with more than a hundred pages of exclusive features, including " an original Introduction to Coriolanus " incisive scene-by-scene synopsis and analysis with vital facts about the work " commentary on past and current productions based on interviews with leading directors, actors, and designers " photographs of key RSC productions " an overview of Shakespeare's theatrical career and chronology of his plays Ideal for students, theater professionals, and general readers, these modern and…    
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List price: $9.00
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 6/14/2011
Binding: Paperback
Pages: 256
Size: 5.25" wide x 8.00" long x 0.75" tall
Weight: 0.440
Language: English

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616 Although there are many myths and mysteries surrounding William Shakespeare, a great deal is actually known about his life. He was born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, son of John Shakespeare, a prosperous merchant and local politician and Mary Arden, who had the wealth to send their oldest son to Stratford Grammar School. At 18, Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway, the 27-year-old daughter of a local farmer, and they had their first daughter six months later. He probably developed an interest in theatre by watching plays performed by traveling players in Stratford while still in his youth. Some time before 1592, he left his family to take up residence in London,…    

Jonathan Bate was born June 26, 1958. He is a British biographer, broadcaster, and leading Shakespeare scholar. He studied at Sevenoaks School, the University of Cambridge, and Harvard University. At Cambridge, he was a Fellow of Trinity Hall. While studying at Harvard, he held a Harness Fellowship. Bate is a professor of Shakespeare and Renaissance Literature at the University of Warwick. He was previously King Alfred Professor of English Literature at the University of Liverpool. He has also lectured at various universities in the United States. Bate is a Fellow of the British Academy and the Royal Society of Literature. Bate lives near Stratford-upon-Avon and is married to author and…    

Act 1 Scene 1 running scene 1 Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs and other weapons FIRST CITIZEN Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
ALL Speak, speak.
First Citizen You are all resolved rather to die than to famish? ALL Resolved, resolved.
First Citizen First, you know Caius Martius is chief enemy to the people.
ALL We know't, we know't.
First Citizen Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict? ALL No more talking on't: let it be done: away, away.
Second Citizen One word, good citizens.
First Citizen We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good: what authority surfeits on would relieve us. If they would yield us but the superfluity while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely: but they think we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize their abundance: our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes. For the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
Second Citizen Would you proceed especially against Caius Martius? ALL Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
Second Citizen Consider you what services he has done for his country? FIRST CITIZEN Very well, and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
ALL Nay, but speak not maliciously.
First Citizen I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be content to say it was for his country, he did it to please his mother and to be partly proud, which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.
Second Citizen What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.
First Citizen If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations: he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition.
Shouts within What shouts are these? The other side o'th'city is risen: why stay we prating here? To th'Capitol! ALL Come, come.
First Citizen Soft, who comes here? Enter Menenius Agrippa SECOND CITIZEN Worthy Menenius Agrippa, one that hath always loved the people.
First Citizen He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so! MENENIUS What work's, my countrymen, in hand? Where go you With bats and clubs? The matter, speak, I pray you.
Second Citizen Our business is not unknown to th'senate: they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we have strong arms too.
MENENIUS Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours, Will you undo yourselves? SECOND CITIZEN We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
MENENIUS I tell you, friends, most charitable care Have the patricians of you. For your wants, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them Against the Roman state, whose course will on The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs Of more strong link asunder than can ever Appear in your impediment. For the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack, You are transported by calamity Thither where more attends you, and you slander The helms o'th'state, who care for you like fathers, When you curse them as enemies.
Second Citizen Care for us? True, indeed, they ne'er cared for us yet. Suffer us to famish, and their store-houses crammed with grain: make edicts for usury, to support usurers: repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will: and there's all the love they bear us.
MENENIUS Either you must Confess yourselves wondrous malicious, Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it, But since it serves my purpose, I will venture To stale't a little more.
Second Citizen Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an't please you, deliver.
MENENIUS There was a time when all the body's members Rebelled against the belly, thus accused it: That only like a gulf it did remain I'th'midst o'th'body, idle and unactive, Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing Like labour with the rest, where th'other instruments Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, And, mutually participate, did minister Unto the appetite and affection common Of the whole body. The belly answered- SECOND CITIZEN Well, sir, what answer made the belly? MENENIUS Sir, I shall tell you: with a kind of smile, Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus - For look you, I may make the belly smile As well as speak - it tauntingly replied To th'discontented members, the mutinous parts That envied his receipt: even so most fitly As you malign our senators for that They are not such as you.
Second Citizen Your belly's answer: what? The kingly crown�d head, the vigilant eye, The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier, Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabric, if that they- MENENIUS What then? Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? What then? SECOND CITIZEN Should by the cormorant belly be restrained, Who is the sink o'th'body- MENENIUS Well, what then? SECOND CITIZEN The former agents, if they did complain, What could the belly answer? MENENIUS I will tell you, If you'll bestow a small - of what you have little - Patience awhile, you'st hear the belly's answer.
Second Citizen You're long about it.
MENENIUS Note me this, good friend: Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answered: 'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, 'That I receive the general food at first Which you do live upon: and fit it is, Because I am the storehouse and the shop Of the whole body. But, if you do remember, I send it through the rivers of your blood Even to the court, the heart, to th'seat o'th'brain, And through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live. And though that all at once' - You, my good friends, this says the belly, mark me- SECOND CITIZEN Ay, sir, well, well.
MENENIUS 'Though all at once cannot See what I do deliver out to each, Yet I can make my audit up, that all From me do back receive the flour of all, And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't? SECOND CITIZEN It was an answer: how apply you this? MENENIUS The senators of Rome are this good belly, And you the mutinous members: for examine Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly Touching the weal o'th'common, you shall find No public benefit which you receive But it proceeds or comes from them to you And no way from yourselves. What do you think, You, the great toe of this assembly? SECOND CITIZEN I the great toe? Why the great toe? MENENIUS For that, being one o'th'lowest, basest, poorest Of this most wise rebellion, thou goest foremost: Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run, Lead'st first to win some vantage.
But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs: Rome and her rats are at the point of battle: The one side must have bale.
Enter Caius Martius Hail, noble Martius.
MARTIUS Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, Make yourselves scabs? SECOND CITIZEN We have ever your good word.
MARTIUS He that will give good words to thee will flatter Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs, That like nor peace nor war? The one affrights you, The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares: Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no, Than is the coal of fire upon the ice, Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is To make him worthy whose offence subdues him And curse that justice did it. Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate, and your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead, And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter, That in these several places of the city You cry against the noble senate, who, Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else Would feed on one another?- What's their To Menenius seeking? MENENIUS For corn at their own rates, whereof they say The city is well stored.
MARTIUS Hang 'em! They say? They'll sit by th'fire, and presume to know What's done i'th'Capitol: who's like to rise, Who thrives and who declines: side factions and give out Conjectural marriages, making parties strong And feebling such as stand not in their liking Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's grain enough? Would the nobility lay aside their ruth, And let me use my sword, I'd make a quarry With thousands of these quartered slaves, as high As I could pick my lance.
MENENIUS Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded: For though abundantly they lack discretion, Yet are they passing cowardly. But I beseech you, What says the other troop? MARTIUS They are dissolved: hang 'em: They said they were an-hungry, sighed forth proverbs That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat, That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered, And a petition granted them, a strange one - To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale - they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o'th'moon, Shouting their emulation.
MENENIUS What is granted them? MARTIUS Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms, Of their own choice. One's Junius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. 'Sdeath, The rabble should have first unroofed the city, Ere so prevailed with me: it will in time Win upon power and throw forth greater themes For insurrection's arguing.
MENENIUS This is strange.
MARTIUS Go get you home, you fragments. To the Citizens Enter a Messenger hastily MESSENGER Where's Caius Martius? MARTIUS Here: what's the matter? MESSENGER The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
MARTIUS I am glad on't: then we shall ha' means to vent Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
Enter Sicinius Velutus, Junius Brutus, Cominius, Titus Lartius, with other Senators FIRST SENATOR Martius, 'tis true that you have lately told us: The Volsces are in arms.
MARTIUS They have a leader, Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to't: I sin in envying his nobility, And were I anything but what I am, I would wish me only he.
COMINIUS You have fought together! MARTIUS Were half to half the world by th'ears and he Upon my party, I'd revolt to make Only my wars with him. He is a lion That I am proud to hunt.
FIRST SENATOR Then, worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
COMINIUS It is your former promise. To Martius MARTIUS Sir, it is, And I am constant: Titus Lartius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
What, art thou stiff? Stand'st out? LARTIUS No, Caius Martius, I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other, Ere stay behind this business.
MENENIUS O, true-bred! FIRST SENATOR Your company to th'Capitol, where I know Our greatest friends attend us.
LARTIUS Lead you on.- To Cominius Follow Cominius, we must follow you, To Martius Right worthy your priority.
COMINIUS Noble Martius.
FIRST SENATOR Hence to your homes, be gone. To the Citizens MARTIUS Nay, let them follow: The Volsces have much corn: take these rats thither To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: pray follow. Exeunt Citizens steal away. Sicinius and Brutus remain SICINIUS Was ever man so proud as is this Martius? BRUTUS He has no equal.
SICINIUS When we were chosen tribunes for the people- BRUTUS Marked you his lip and eyes? SICINIUS Nay, but his taunts.
BRUTUS Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
SICINIUS Bemock the modest moon.
BRUTUS The present wars devour him: he is grown Too proud to be so valiant.
SICINIUS Such a nature, Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder His insolence can brook to be commanded Under Cominius.
BRUTUS Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he's well graced, cannot Better be held nor more attained than by A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the general's fault, though he perform To th'utmost of a man, and giddy censure Will then cry out of Martius 'O, if he Had borne the business!' SICINIUS Besides, if things go well, Opinion that so sticks on Martius shall Of his demerits rob Cominius.
BRUTUS Come: Half all Cominius' honours are to Martius, Though Martius earned them not: and all his faults To Martius shall be honours, though indeed In aught he merit not.
SICINIUS Let's hence, and hear How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion, More than his singularity, he goes Upon this present action.
BRUTUS Let's along. Exeunt [Act 1 Scene 2] running scene 2 Enter Tullus Aufidius with Senators of Corioles FIRST SENATOR So, your opinion is, Aufidius, That they of Rome are entered in our counsels And know how we proceed.
AUFIDIUS Is it not yours? Whatever have been thought on in this state, That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone Since I heard thence: these are the words: I think I have the letter here: yes, here it is. He reads the letter 'They have pressed a power, but it is not known Whether for east or west: the dearth is great, The people mutinous: and it is rumoured, Cominius, Martius your old enemy, Who is of Rome worse hated than of you, And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this preparation Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you: Consider of it.'