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This is the last ;-So we will home to Rome,
O mother, mother!
Auf. I was mov'd withal.
I dare be sworn, you were:
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.
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
Chair of state.
Stay but for it.
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.
Enter another Messenger.
What's the news? Mess. Good news, good news -The ladies have
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.
The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes.
(Shouting again. Men.
This is good news :
(Shouting and musick. Sic. First, the gods bless you for their tidings :
Sir, we have all
They are near the city?
We will meet them,
Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patri.
cians, and People. They pass over the stage.
1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome:
Welcome, ladies !
Antium. A public place.
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius' fac
tion. Most welcome!
1 Con. How is it with our general ? Auf.
Most noble sir,
Sir, I cannot tell ;
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;