In Peace, what each of them by th'other lose, mud wol That they combine not there? oogon low ten Cor. Tufh, tufh Men. A good Demand. alapon fi.TE With Honour, as in War; fince that to both Cor. Why force you this? Vol. Becaufe, that Now it lyes you on to speak to the People: I Not by your own Inftruction, nor by the Matter Tho' but Baftards, and Syllables Of no Allowance, to your Bofom's Truth. I would diffemble with my Nature, where Your Wife, your Son: Thefe Senators, the Nobles, Men. Noble Lady! Come go with us, fpeak fair: You may falve fo, Vol. I prithee now, my Son, Go to them, with this Bonnet in thy Hand, Now Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry, That will not hold the Handling: Or fay to them, Men. This but done, Even as the fpeaks, why their Hearts were yours: Vol. Prithee now, Go and be rul'd: Altho I know thou hadst rather Than flatter him in a Bower. Here is Cominius. Enter Cominius. Com. I have been i'th' Market-place, and Sir, 'tis fit You have ftrong Party, or defend your felf By Calmness, or by Abfence: All's in Anger. Men. Only fair Speech. Com. I think 'twill ferve, if he can thereto frame his Spirit. Vol. He muft and will: Prithee now fay you will, and go about it. Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed Sconce ? Muft I with my bafe Tongue give to my noble Heart ́ A Lie, that it must bear well? I will do't: Yet were there but this fingle Plot, to lose This Mould of Martius, they to Duft fhould bring it, Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. Ay, prithee now, fweet Son, as thou haft faid To have my Praise for this, perform a part Cor. Well, I must do't: Away my Difpofition, and poffefs me Some Some Harlots Spirit: My Throat of War be turn'd, Val. At thy Choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more Dishonour, Cor. Pray be content: Mother, I am going to the Market-place: Chide me no more. I'll Mountebank their Loves, I'th' way of Flattery further. Vol. Do your Will. [Exit Volumnia. Com. Away, the Tribunes do attend you: Arm your self To answer mildly: For they are prepar'd With Accufations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet. Cor. The Word is, mildly. Pray you let us go. Let them accufe me by Invention: I Will answer in mine Honour. Men. Ay, but mildly, Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. [Exeunt. Bru. In this Point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannical Power: If he evade us there, Inforce him with his envy to the People, Ad. He's coming, Enter an Adile. Bru. How accompanied? Ad. 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, fet down by th' Ad. I have; 'tis ready. Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes? Ad. I have; 'tis ready. Sic. Affemble presently the People hither And when they hear me fay, it shall be so, I'th' right and ftrength o'th' Commons; be it either And power i'th' truth o'th' Caufe. Ad. I will inform them. Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Of what we chance to Sentence. Ad. Very well. Sic. Make them be ftrong, and ready for this hint When we shall hap to giv't them. Bru. Go about it, Put him to Choler ftreight, he hath been us'd Of Contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot (Poll? Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with others. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly, I do befeech you. Cor. Ay, as an Hoftler, that for the pooreft peice Will bear the Knave by th' Volume: Th' Honoured Gods Keep Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Juftice 1 Sen. Amen, Amen. Men. A noble With. Enter the Edile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye People. Ad. Lift to your Tribunes: Audience; Peace, I fay. Cor. Firft, hear me speak. · Both Tri. Well, fay Peace, ho. Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this prefent? Muft all determine here? Sic. I do demand, If you fubmit you to the Peoples Voices. Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, Citizens, he fays he is content: The warlike Service he has done, confider; think Upon the Wounds his Body bears, which fhew Like Graves i'th' holy Church-yard. Cor. Scatches with Briars, Scars to move Laughter only. Men. Confider further : That when he speaks not like a Citizen, Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being paft for Conful with full Voice, Sic. Anfwer to us. Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought fo. Sie. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all feafon'd Office, and to wind Your |