For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose. Volumnia. Pr'ythee now, Go, and be rul'd: although, I know, thou hadst rather Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. Volumnia. I pr'ythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part ACT IV. SCENE II. Volumnia. Ay, fool; is that a shame?—Note but this fool. Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship Than thou hast spoken words? Sicinius. O blessed heavens ! Volumnia. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; -Yet go : And for Rome's good.—I'll tell thee what :— Nay, but thou shalt stay too :-I would my son Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, His good sword in his hand. Sicinius. * * What then? * Volumnia. I would be had! 'Twas you incens'd the rabble: Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those mysteries which heaven Will not have earth to know. Brutus. Pray, let us go. Volumnia. Now, pray, sir, get you gone : You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this : The meanest house in Rome: so far, my son (This lady's husband here, this, do you see), Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. Brutus. Well, well, we'll leave you. Volumnia. Take my prayers I would the gods had nothing else to do, with you. But to confirm my curses! Could I meet them Of what lies heavy to 't. Menenius. You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me? In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Volumnia. * ACT V. SCENE III. Thou know'st, great son, The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour, To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak ? Than can our reasons.-There is no man in the world When she (poor hen !) fond of no second brood, Loaden with honour. And spurn me back: Thou art not honest; Say, my request's unjust, But, if it be not so, and the gods will plague thee, That thou restrain'st from me the duty, which His wife is in Corioli, and his child Like him by chance :-Yet give us our despatch; And then I'll speak a little. Coriolanus. O mother, mother! [Holding Volumnia by the hands, silent. What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, Coriolanus. Ay, by and by; But we will drink together; and you shall bear SCENE IV. Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians and People 1st. Senator. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, Repeal him with the welcome of his mother; All. Welcome! SCENE V. Welcome, ladies! 1st. Lord. Bear from hence his body, And mourn you for him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse, that ever herald Did follow to his urn. 2nd. Lord. His own impatience Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame. Let's make the best of it. Aufidius. My rage is gone, And I am struck with sorrow.-Take him [A dead march sounded. |