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Men.

Noble lady!
Come, go with us: speak fair; you may salve so,
No what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.

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)
Thy knee bussing the stones, (for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the ears) waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils,
Hast not the soft way, which thou dost confess,
Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good-loves; but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power, and person.
Men.

This but done,
Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
As words to little purpose.
Vol.

Priythee now,
Go, and be rul'd; although, I know, thou hadst rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf,
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.

Enter COMINIUS.
Com. I have been i' the market-place; and, Sir, 't is fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness, or by absence: all's in anger.

Men. Only fair speech.
Com.

I think, 't will serve; if he
Can thereto frame his spirit.
Vol.

He must, and will. -
Pr’ythee now, say you will, and go about it.

Cor. Must I go show 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 Marcius, they to dust should grind 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 the life.
Com.

Come, come, we 'll prompt you.
Vol. 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.
Cor.

Well, I must do 't.
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knayes
Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's 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,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And by my body's action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
Vol.

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 stoutness; for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list.
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.
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 beloy'd
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going.
Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul,
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I'the way of flattery farther.
Vol.
Do your will.

[Exit.
Com. Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.

Cor. The word is, mildly: pray you, let us go.
Let them accuse me by invention, I
Will answer in mine honour.
Men.

Ay, but mildly.
Cor. Well, mildly be it then; mildly.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.
The Same. The Forum.

Enter SICINIUS and Brutus.
Bru. In this point charge him home; that he affects
Tyrannical power: if he evade us there,
Enforce him with his envy to the people;
And that the spoil got on the Antiates
Was ne'er distributed. -

Enter an Ædile.
What! will he come?
Æd.

He's coming
Bru.

How accompanied ?
Æd. 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,
Set down by the poll?
Æd.

I have; 't is ready.
Sic. Have you collected them by tribes?

Æd.

I have.
Sic. Assemble presently the people hither:
And when they hear me say, “It shall be so,
l' the right and strength o' the commons," be it either
For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them,
If I say, fine, cry“ fine;" if death, cry“ death;”
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i' the truth o' the cause.
Æd.

I shall inform them.
Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Enforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence.
Æd.

Very well.
Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint,
When we shall hap to give 't them.
Bru.

Go; about it.
Put him to choler straight. He hath been us’d [Exit Adile.
Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Of contradiction: being once chaf'd, 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.

Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Senators, and

Patricians.
Sic. Well, here he comes.
Mene

Calmly, I do beseech you.
Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece
Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods
Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men! plant love among us!
Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
And not our streets with war!
1 Sen.

Amen, amen.
Men. A noble wish.

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Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens.
Sic. Draw near, ye people.
Ædi. List to your tribunes. Audience: peace! I say.
Cor. First, hear me speak.
Both Tri.

Well, say

Peace, ho!
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this present?
Must all determine here?
Sic.

I do demand,
If you submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censusre for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you?
Cor.

I am content.
Men. Lo, citizens! he says, he is content.
The warlike service he has done, consider;
Think upon the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i' the holy churchyard.
Cor.

Scratches with briars;
Scars to move laughter only.
Men.

Consider farther,
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier. Do not take
His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather than envy you.
Com.

Well, well; no more.
Cor. What is the matter,
That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd that the very hour
You take it off again?
Sic.

Answer to us.
Cor. Say then: 't is true, I ought so.

Sic. 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.
Cor. How! Traitor?

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