The Thwartings of your difpofitions, if Cor. Let them hang. Vol, Ay, and burn too. Enter Menenius, with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you've been too rough, famething too rough:... You must return, and mend it. Sen. There's no remedy, Vol. Pray, be counfell'd; I have a heart as little apt as yours, Men. Well faid, noble woman : * Before he should thus ftoop to th' Herd, but that The violent fit o'th' times craves it as phyfic For the whole State, I'd put mine armour on, Cor. What must I do? Men. Return to th' Tribunes. Cor. Well, what then? what then? Men. Repent what you have spoke. Cor. For them?—I cannot do it for the Gods, Muft I then do't to them? Vol. You are too absolute,, Tho' therein you can never be too noble, But when Extremities fpeak. I've heard you fay, " I'th' war do grow together: grant That, and tell me Before he thus fhould floop to the Heart] This nonfenfe should be reformed thus, Before he thus fhould stoop to th' Herd.. i. e. the People. Cor. " Cor. Tufh, tush Men. A good demand. Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to seem Cor. Why force you this? Vol. Because it lies on you to speak to th' People: But roated in your tongue; baftards, and fyllables I would diffemble with my nature, where Your Wife, your Son, these Senators, the Nobles.- How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon 'em, Men. Noble Lady! Come, go with us, speak fair: you may falve fo Vol. I pr'ythee now, my Son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand, And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them) Now Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry, That will not hold the handling: or fay to them, Men. This but done, Ev'n as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours: Vol. Pr'ythee now, Go and be rul'd: altho', I know, thou'dft rather Than flatter him in a bower. Enter Cominius. Here is Cominius. Com. I've been i'th' Market-place, and, Sir, 'tis fit You have ftrong Party, or defend yourself By calmness, or by abfence: all's in anger. Men. Only, fair speech. Com. I think, 'twill ferve, if he Can thereto frame his fpirit. Vol. He muft and will: Pr'ythee now, fay you will, and go about it. Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed fconce? This mould of Marcius, they to duft fhould grind it, Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. Ay, pr'ythee now, fweet Son; as thou haft faid, My praifes made thee firft a Soldier, so, To To have my praise for this, perform a Part Cor. Well, I must do't: Away, my Difpofition, and poffefs me Vol. At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour, Cor. Pray, be content: Mother, I'm going to the Market-place: 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. Commend me to my wife. Lock, I am going: I'll return Conful, [Exit Volumnia.` Or never truft to what my tongue can do I'th' way of flattery further. Vol. Do your will. Com. -Away, the Tribunes do attend you: arm Yourself to answer mildly: for they're prepar'd With accufations, as I hear, more ftrong Than are upon you yet. Cor. The word is, mildly.-Pray you, let us go. Let Let them accufe me by invention; I Men. Ay, but mildly. Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. [Exeunt. Bru. IN SCENE. VI. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. N this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannic Power: if he evade us there, Inforce him with his envy to the People, And that the Spoil, got on the Antiates, Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come? Enter an Edile. Ed. He's coming. Bru. How accompanied? Ed. With old Menenius, and thofe Senators That always favour'd him. Sic. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes? Sic. Affemble prefently the People hither, I'th' right and ftrength o'th' Commons; (be it either For Death, for Fine, or Banifhment,) then let them, If I fay Fine, cry Fine; if Death, cry Death; Infifting on the old Prerogative And Power i'th' truth o'th' Caufe. Ed. I will inform them. Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Let them not ceafe, but with a Din confus'd Inforce the present execution Of what we chance to sentance. Ed. |