Though calv'd i' the porch o' the Capitol.) 1st Patrician. This man has marr'd his fortune. Menenius. His nature is too noble for the world; He would not flatter Neptune for his trident (Exit) Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth; He heard the name of death. Menenius. Consider this;-He has been bred i' the wars Since he could draw a sword, and is ill-school'd In boulted language; meal and bran together He throws without distinction.-Id. Coriolanus. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels; Volumnia. O! sir, sir, sir, I would have had you put your power well on, Pray be counsell'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain, that leads my use of anger, I pr'ythee, now, my son, And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them), That will not hold the handling; or, say to them, As thou hast power and person. This but done Menenius. Pr'ythee, now, Go and be rul'd: although, I know, thou had'st rather Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. (Enter Cominius. 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. Menenius. Only fair speech. Cominius. I think 'twill serve, if he Can thereto frame his spirit. Volumnia. He must and will:- Pr'ythee, now, say you will, and go about it. Coriolanus. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce ? Must I, 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, I shall discharge to the life. Cominius. Come, come, we'll prompt you. 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 Thou hast not done before. Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks; and schoolboy's tears take up The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees, That hath receiv'd an alms!—I will not do't: Sicinius. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all season'd office, and to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical: For which, you are a traitor to the people. Menenius. Nay; temperately; your promise. Coriolanus. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people! Call me their traitor !-Thou injurious tribune; Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free As I do pray the gods. Menenius. Is this The promise that you made your mother? I pray you, Know, Coriolanus. I'll know no further: Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, To have't with saying, Good morrow. Brutus. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people, and his country: It shall be so. Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so. Coriolanus. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcases of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; That won you without blows! Despising, For you, the city, thus I turn my back: There is a world elsewhere. (Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians.)-Sc. 3. Coriolanus. Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and My friends of noble touch, when I am forth, Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face Coriolanus. Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st thou me yet? Coriolanus. My name is Caius Marcius.-(Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.) 1st Servant (advancing). Here's a strange alteration! 2nd Servant. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him. 1st Servant. What an arm he has ! he turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top. 2nd Servant. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought,-I cannot tell how to term it. Why, then we shall have a stirring world again. This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers. .... 1st Servant. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace, as far as day does night; it is sprightly, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children, than wars a destroyer of men.-Sc. 5. Menenius. I'll undertake it: I think, he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me. To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him And then I'll set upon him. Brutus. You know the very road into his kindness, And cannot lose your way. Menenius. Good faith, I'll prove him, Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge Cominius. He'll never hear him. Cominius. I tell you, he does sit in gold; his eye Unless his noble mother, and his wife; Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence, Menenius. I am as thy general is. 1st Guard. Then you should hate Rome as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.-Sc. 2. Coriolanus. Fresh embassies, and suits, Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter Will I lend ear to.-Ha! what shout is this? (Shout within.) Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow In the same time 'tis made? I will not.-(Enter, in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and attendants.) My wife comes foremost: then the honour'd mould What is that curt'sy worth; or those doves' eyes, |