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This is the last ;-So we will home to Rome,
And die among our neighbours.-Nay, behold us:
This boy, that cannot tell what he would have,
But kueels, and holds up hands, for fellowship,
Does reason our petition with more strength
Than thou hast to deny't.-Conie, let us go:
This fellow had a Volcian to his mother;
His wife is in Corioli, and his child
Like him by chance :-Yet give us our despatch:
I am hush'd until our city be afire,
And then I'll speak a little.
Cor.

O mother, mother!
(Holding Voluminia by the hands, silent.
What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and this upnatural scene
They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
You have won a happy victory to Ronse:
But, for your son,- believe it, 0, believe it,
Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
If not most mortal to him. But, let it come:
Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,
I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius,
Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard
A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?

Auf. I was mov'd withal.
Cor.

I dare be sworn, you were:
And, sir, it is no little thing, to make
Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
What peace you'll make, advise me; For my part,
I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you,
Stand to me in this cause,- mother! wife!
Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy

honour At difference in thee: out of that I'll work Myself a former fortune.

(Aside. [The Ladies make sign to Coriolanus. Cor.

Ay, by and by;

[To Volumnia, Virgilia, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear A better witness back than words, which we,

On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd.
Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
To have a temple built you : all the swords
In Italy, and her confederate arms,
Could not have made this peace. (Ereunt.

SCENE IV.

Rome. A public place.

Enter Menenius and Sicinius. Men. See you yond' coign* o'the Capitol : yond' corner stone?

Sic. Why, what of that?

Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay t upon execution.

Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man?

Men. There is differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Mar. cius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings ; he's more than a creeping thing

Sic. He loved his mother dearly.

Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his statet, as a thing mades for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished

..Angle.

Chair of state.

Stay but for it.

To resemble.

with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven to throne in.

Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.

Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him : There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find: and all this is 'long of you.

Sic. The gods be good unto us! Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them : and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, Ay to your

house;
The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune,
And hale him up and down; all swearing, if
The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,
They'll give him death by inches.

Enter another Messenger.

Sic,

What's the news? Mess. Good news, good news -The ladies have

prevail'd ;
The Volces are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone:
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
Sic.

Friend,
Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain ?

Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blow tide, As the recomforted through the gates, Why, hark e

you; [Trumpets and hautboys sounded, and drums

beaten, all together. Shouting also within. VOL. VI.

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The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes.
Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans,
Make the sun dance. Hark you!

(Shouting again. Men.

This is good news :
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
A city full; of tribunes, such as you,
A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day:
This morning, for ten thousand of your throats
I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!

(Shouting and musick. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings :

next,
Accept my thankfulness.
Mess.

Sir, we have all
Great cause to give great thanks.
Sic.

They are near the city?
Mess. Almost at point to enter.
Sic.

We will meet them,
And help the joy.

(Going.

Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patri.

cians, and People. They pass over the stage.

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1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome:
Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,
And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before

them:
Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,
Repeal* him with the welcome of his mother;
Cry,,Welcome, ladies, welcome!
All.

Welcome, ladies !
Welcome!
(A flourish with drums and trmpets.

(Ereunt.

• Recall.

SCENE V.

Antium. A public place.

Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.
Auf. Go tell the lords of the city, I am here:
Deliver them this paper: having read it,
Bid them repair to the market-place; where I,
Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,
Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse,
The city ports* by this hath enter'd, and
Intends to appear before the people, hoping
To purge himself with words: Despatch.

[E.reunt Attendants.

Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius' fac

tion. Most welcome!

1 Con. How is it with our general ? Auf.

Even so,
As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
And with his charity slain.
2 Con.

Most noble sir,
If you do hold the same intent wherein
You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
Of your great danger.
Auf

Sir, I cannot tell ;
We must proceed, as we do find the people.

3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. Auf.

I know it;
And my pretext to strike at him admits
A good construction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd

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