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Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils,
Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost confess,
Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast
Men. This but done,
Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were your's:
For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
As words to little purpose.
520 Vol. Pr’ythee now, Go, and be ruld: although, I know, thou hadst
rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
Com. I have been i' the market-place : and, sir, 'tis
fit You make strong party, or defend yourself By calmness, or by absence; all's in anger.
Men. Only fair speech.
Com. I think, 'twill serve, if he Can thereto frame his spirit.
Vol. He must, and will :-
Pr'ythee, now, say, you will, and go about it.
Cor. Must I go shew them my unbarb'd sconce ?
With my base tongue, give to my noble heart
A lie, that it must bear: Well, I will do't:
Yet were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it,
And throw it against the wind. To the market
You have put me now to such a part, which never
I shall discharge to the life.
540 Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you.
Vol. 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
Thou hast not done before.
Cor. Well, I must do't :-
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms I will not do't;
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
Vol. At thy choice then :
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin ; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness: for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list.
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me;
But owe thy pride thyself.
Cor. Pray, be content;
Mother, I am going to the market-place; 569
Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going :
Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul ;
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I'the way of flattery, further.
Vol. Do your will.
[Exit VOLUMNIA. Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you: arm your
To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.
Cor. The word is, mildly :-Pray you, let us go :
Let them accuse me by invention, I
Will answer in mine honour.
Men. Ay, but mildly.
Cor. Well, mildly be it then; mildly- (Exeunt.
The Forum. Enter SICINIUS, and Brutus.
Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannical power : If he evade us there,
Enforce him with his envy to the people ;
And that the spoil, got on the Antiates,
Was ne'er distributed. What, will he come ? 590
Enter an Ædile,
£d. He's coming.
Bru. How accompanied ?
Æd. With old Menenius, and those senators
That always favour'd him.
Sic. Have you a catalogue
Of all the voices that we have procur'd,
Set down by the poll?
Æd. I have ; 'tis ready.
Sic. Have you collected them by tribes ?
Ad. I have.
Sic. Assemble presently the people hither :
And when they hear me say, It shall be so,
l' the right and strength o' the commons, be it either
For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them,
If I say, fine, cry fine ; if death, cry death;
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i' the truth o'the cause.
Æd. I shall inform them.
Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd 61@
Enforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence.
Æd. Very well.
Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give't them.
Bru. Go about it.
[Exit Ædili. Put him to choler straight : He hath been us'd Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Of contradiction : Being once chaf'd, he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks 620 What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks With us to break his neck.
Enter CORIOLANUS, Menenius, and COMINIUS;
Sic. Well, here he comes.
Men. Calmly, I do beseech you.
Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd
Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supply'd with worthy men! plant love among us!
Throng our large temples with the shews of peace,
And not our streets with war!
630 i Sen. Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish.
Re-enter the Ædile, with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye people. Æd. List to your tribunes; audience : Peace, i
say. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, say.--Peace, ho.
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this present? Must all determine here?