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I may be heard, I would crave a word or two,
The which Mall turn you to no further harm,
Than so much lofs of time.
Sic. Speak briefly then,
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous Traitor; to eje&t him hence
Were but one Danger, and to keep him here
Our certain Death; therefore it is decreed,
He dies to Night...
Men. Now the good Gods forbid,
That our Renowned Rome, whose Gratitude
Towards her deserved Children, is enrollid
In Jove's own Book, like an unnatural Dam
Should now eat up her own.
Sic. He's a Disease that must be cut away.
Men. Oh, he's a Limb, that has but a Disease ;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easie.
What has be done to Rome, that's worthy Death?
Killing our Enemies, the Blood he hath lost
(Which I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an Ounce) he dropt it for his Country:
And what is left, to lose it by his Country,
Were co us all that do't, and suffer it
A brand to th'end o'th' World.
Sic. This is clean kam.
Bru. Meerly awry:
When he did love his Country, it honour'd him.
Men. The service of the Foot,
Being once gangreen'd, is not then refpe&ed
For what before it was
Bru. We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his House, and pluck him thence,
Left his Iofe&ion, being of a catching nature,
Men. One word more, one word :
This Tiger-footed-rage, when it thall find
The harm of unskann'd swiftness, will (coo late)
Tye leaden pounds co's Heels. Proceed by Process,
Left Parties (as he is belov’d) break out,
And lack great Rome with Romans.
Bru. If it were som
Sıc. What do ye talk ?
Have we not had a taste of his Obedience?
Our Ædiles (m te, our selves resisted, come
Men. Conlider this; he hath been bred i'th' Wars
Since he could draw a Sword, and is ill-school'd
In boulted Larguage, Meal and Bran together
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him in peace,
Where he shall answer by a lawful Form,
In peace, to his utmost peril.
I Sen. Noble Tribunes,
It is the human way: The other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.
Sic. Noble Nesenius, be you thin as the Peoples Officer. Mafters, l:y down your Weapons.
Bru. Go not home.
Sic. Moet on the Market-place; we'll atter.d you there,
Where, if you bring tot Marrius, we'll proceed
In our first way .
Men. I'll bring him to you.
Let me desire your Company; he must come,
Or what is worst will follow.
I Sen. Pray you let's to him.
Enter Coriolanus with Nobles.
Cor. Let them pull all about mine Ears, prelent me
Death on the Wheel, or at wild Horses heels,
Or pile ten Hills on the Tarpeian Rock,
That the Precipitacion might down stretch
Below the beam of sight, yet will I ftill
Be thus to them.
Noble. You do the Nobler.
Cor. I muse, my Mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them Woollen Vaffals, things created
To buy and sell with Groats, to thew bare Heads
In Congregations, to yawni, be still, and wonder,
When one but of my Ordinance stood up
To speak of Peace, or War. I talk of you,
you wish me milder? Wou'd you have me
Falle to my Nature? Rather say, I play
The Man I am.
Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir.
I would have had you put your Power well on,
had worn it out.
Vol. You might have been enough the Man you aré,
With striving less to be so. Leller had been
The things that thwart your Dispositions, if
You had not shew'd them how ye were dispos'd
E'er they lack'd power to cross you.
Cor. Let them hang.
Vol. Ay, and burn too. :
Enter Menenius with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough: You must return, and mend it.
Sen. There's no Remedy,
Unless by not so doing, our good City
Cleave in the midst, and perish.
Vo. Pray be counsellid;
I have a Heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a Brain that leads my use of Anger
To better vantage:
Men. Well faid, noble Woman:
Before he should thus ftoop to th' Heart, but that
The violent Fit o'th' Times craves it as Phyfick
For the whole State, I would put mine Armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.
Cor. What must I do?
Men. Return to th' Tribunés.
Cor. Well, what then? what then?
Men. Repent what you have spoke.
Cor. For them? I cannot do it for the Gods,
Must I then do't to them?
Vol. You are too absolute,
Tho' therein you can never be too Noble,
But when Extremities speak. I have heard you say,
•Honour and Policy, like unsever'd Friends,
I'th' War do grow together: Grant that, and tell me
In Peace, what each of them by th’other Josejaus wol" That they combine not there? 1 and 52900 Hew is!!? Cor. Tulb, tush
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1.311 Cor. Why force you this?
Vol. Because, that
Now it lyes you on to speak to the People:
Not by your own Inftru&ion, nor by the Matter
prompts you to, but with such Words
That are but roated in your Tongue : in
Tho' but Bastards, and Syllables
Of no Allowance, to your Bosom's Truth.
Now, this no more Dishonours you at all,
Than to take in a Town with gentle Words,
Which else would put you to your Fortune, and
The hazard of much Blood.
I would dissemble with my Nature, where
My Fortunes and my Friends at Scake, requir’d
I should do so in Honour. I am in this
Your Wife, your Son: These Senators, the Nobles,
And you, will rather thew our general Lowes,
How you can frown, than spend 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, speak fair: You may falve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.
Vol. I prithee now, my Son,
Go to them, with this Bonnet in thy Hand,
And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them)
Thy Knee bulling the Stones: For in such Bufiness
Aaicon is Eloquence, and the Eyes of th' Ignoranc
Mɔr Learned than the Ears, waving thy Head,
Which often thus correcting, thy stout Heart
Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry,
That will not hold the Handling: Or say to them,
Thou art their Soldier, and being bred in Broits
Haft not the soft way, which thou doft confess
Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
In asking their good Loves, but thou wilt frame
Thy self (forsooth) hereafter theirs fo fat,
As thou haft Power and Perfon.
Men. This but done,
Even as she speaks, why their Hearts were yours:
For they have Pardons, being ak'a, as free,
As Words to little purpose.
Vol. Prithee now,
Go and be rul'd: Altho I know thou hadlt rather
Follow thine Enemy to a fiery Gulf,
Than flatter him in a Bower.
Here is Cominiús.
Com. I have been i'th? Marker-place, and Sir, 'tis fit
You have strong Party, or defend your self
By Calmness, or by Absence: All's in Anger.
Men, Only fair Speech.
Com, I think 'twill serve, if he can thereto frame his
Vol. He must and will:
Prithee now say you will, and go about it.
Cor. Must I go Thew them my unbarbed 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 Martius, they to Dust should bring it,
And throw't against the Wind. To the Market-place: .
You have put me now to such a part, which never
I shall discharge to th' Life.
Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you,
Voli Ay, prithee 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