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Men. A good Demand.

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Vol. If it be Honour in your Wars, to feem: W
The fame you are not, which for your beft ends
You adopt your Policy: How is it lefs or worse.
That it fhall hold Companionship in Peace

With Honour, as in War; fince that to both
It ftands in like request.

Cor. Why force you this?

Vol. Becaufe, that

Now it lyes you on to speak to the People:

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Not by your own Inftruction, nor by the Matter
Which your Heart prompts you to, but with fuch. Words
That are but roated in your Tongue :..

Tho' but Baftards, and Syllables

Of no Allowance, to your Bofom's Truth.
Now, this no more Dhonours you at all,
Than to take in a Town with gentle Words,
Which elfe would pur you to your Fortune, and
The hazard of much Blood.

I would diffemble with my Nature, where
My Fortunes and my Friends at Stake, requir'd
I fhould do fo in Honour. I am in this

Your Wife, your Son: Thefe Senators, the Nobles,
And you, will rather thew our general Lowts,
How you can frown, than fpend a Fawn upon 'em,
For the Inheritance of their Loves and Safegard
Of what that Want might ruin.

Men. Noble Lady!

Come go with us, fpeak fair: You may falve fo,
Not what is dangerous prefent, but the lofs
Of what is past.

Vol. I prithee now, my Son,

Go to them, with this Bonnet in thy Hand,
And thus far having ftretch'd it (here be with them)
Thy Knee buffing the Stones: For in fuch Bufinefs
A&ion is Eloquence, and the Eyes of th' Ignorant
Mor Learned than the Ears, waving thy Head,
Which often thus correcting, thy ftout Heart

Now

Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry,

That will not hold the Handling: Or fay to them,
Thou art their Soldier, and being bred in Broils
Haft not the foft way, which thou doft confefs
Were fit for thee to ufe, as they to claim,
In asking their good Loves, but thou wilt frame
Thy felf (forfooth) hereafter theirs fo far,
As thou haft Power and Perfon.

Men. This but done,

Even as the fpeaks, why their Hearts were yours:
For they have Pardons, being ak'd, as free,
As Words to little purpose.

Vol. Prithee now,

Go and be rul'd: Altho I know thou hadst rather
Follow thine Enemy to a fiery Gulf,

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,
And throw't against the Wind. To the Market-place:
You have put me now to fuch a part, which never
I fhall discharge to th' Life.

Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you.

Vol. Ay, prithee now, fweet Son, as thou haft faid
My Praises made thee first a Soldier; fo

To have my Praise for this, perform a part
Thou haft not done before.

Cor. Well, I must do't:

Away my Difpofition, and poffefs me

Some

Some Harlots Spirit: My Throat of War be turn'd,
Which quir'd with my Drum, intò a Pipe,
Small as an Eunuch, or the Virgin Voice
That Babies lulls afleep; The Smiles of Knaves
Tent in my Cheeks, and School-boys Tears take up
The Glaffes of my Sight: A Beggars 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,
Left I furceafe to honour mine own Truth,
And by my Bodies A&tion, teach my Mind
A moit inherent Baseness.

Val. 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 Stoutnefs: For I mock at Death
With as big Heart as thou. Do as thou lift
Thy Valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'ft it from me:
But own thy Pride thy felf..

Cor. Pray be content:

Mother, I am 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. Look, I am going:
Commend me to my Wife, I'll return Conful,
Or never truft to what my Tongue can do

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,
And that the Spoil got on the Antiats
Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come?

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
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.

Ad. 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 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
Ever to conquer, and to have his word

Of Contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot
Be rein'd again to Temperance; then he speaks
What's in his Heart; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

(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
Supplied with worthy Men, plant Love amongst you,
Through our large Temples, with the fhews of Peace,
Cor. And not our Streets with War.

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.
Allow their Officers, and are content
To fuffer lawful Cenfure for fuch faults
As fhall be prov'd upon you?

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,
You find him like a Soldier; do not take
His rougher Actions for malicious Sounds:
But, as I fay, fuch as become a Soldier,
Rather than envy you.

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,

That being paft for Conful with full Voice,
I am fo dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again?

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

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