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Men. Only, fair speech.

Com. I think, 'twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his fpirit.

Vol. He must and will:
Prythee now, say you will, and go about it.

Cor. Muit I go thew them my unbarbed sconce ?
Must my base tongue give to my noble heart
A lye, that it must bear? well, I will do't :
(29) 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 th' market-place !
You've put me now to such a part, which never
I shall discharge to th' life.

Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you.
Vol. Ay, pr’ythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said,
My praises made thee first a soldier, ro,
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Thou haft 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 knaves
Tent in my checks, and school-boys tears take up
The glasses of my fight! a beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
Which bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms!-I will not do't,
Lett I farcease to honour mine'own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind
A molt inherent baseness.

Vol. At thy choice then:
(29) Yet were there but this fingle plot, to lose

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To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than chou 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 fuck'df it from me:
But own thy pride thyself.

Cor. Pray, be content:
Mother, I'm 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 consul,
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
l'th’ way of Hattery further.
Vol. Do your will.

[Exit Volumnia. Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you: arm Yourself to anfier mildly: for they're prepar'd With accusations, as I hear, more strong 'Than are upon you yet.

Cor. The word is, mildly.--Pray you, let us go.
Lei them accuse me by invention ; I
Will answer in mine honour.

Men. Ay, but mildly.
Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildły. (Exeuns.

SCENE changes to the Forum.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.. Bru. IN this point charge him home, that he affects

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Inforce him with his envy to the people,
And that the spoil, got on the Antiates,
Was ne'er distributed. What, will he come?

Enter an Ædile.
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 th' poll?

Æd. I have; 'tis ready, here.
Sic. Have you collected them by tribes?
Æd. I have.

Sic. Assemble presently the people hither,
And, when they hear me say, It ihail be so,
l'th' right and strength o'th'commons; (be it either
For death, for fine, or banishment,) then let them,
If I say fine, cry fine ; if death, cry death;
In fisting on the old prerogative
And power i' th’truih.o'th'cause.

Æd. I will inform them.

Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd Inforce the present execution Of what we chance to fentence.

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.

[Exit Ædile. Put him to choler streight; 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 temp'rance; then he speaks What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks With us to break his neck. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with others.

Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an hoftler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by th'volume:-The honour'd gods Keep Rome in fafety, and the chairs of justice Supply with worthy men, (30) plant love amongst you,

Throng (30)

-plant love among you Through our large temples with tbe fbews of peace,

And not our freets with war.] Though this be the reading of all the copies, it is flat nonsense. There is no verb either expreft,

Throng our large temples with the thews of peace, And not our ítreets with war!

i Sen. Amen, amen. Men. A noble with.

Enter the Ædile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye people.

Æd. Lift to your tribunes : audience ; Peace, I say.

Cor. Firit, hear me speak.
Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho.
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this present ?
Muft all dete mine here?

Sic. I do demand,
If you submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful cenfure 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, confider;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which shew
Like graves i' th' holy church-yard.

Cor. Scratches with briars, scars to movelaughter only.

Men Consider further : That when he speaks not like a citizen, You find him like a soldier ; (31) do not take His rougher accents for malicious sounds: o: understood, that can govern the latter part of the sentence. I Huve no doubt of my emendation restoring the text rightly, because Mr Warburton started the same conjecture, unknowing that I had mn ddled with the paflugę. (31)

do not take His rougher actions for malicious fourds:] I have no manner of apprehenfion how a man's a&tions can be mistaken for words. It would be very absurd, as well as extraordinary, were I to do a faucy thing in company, for the person offended to tell me, Sir, you give me very impudent language. This would be, certainly, taking actions for sounds :- We may remember, a roughness of accent was one of Coriolanus's distinguishing characteristicks. I corrected this passage in the appendix to my SHAKESPEAR E reflorid; and Mr. Pope has embraced it in his last edition.

But,

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 past for conful with full voice,
I'm fo dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again?

Sic. Answer to as.
Cor. Say then : 'tis true, I ought fo.

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take
From Rome all season'd office, and to wind
Yourself unto a power tyrannical;
For which you are a traitor to the people.

Cor. How? traitor?
Men. Nay, temperately your promise.
Cor. The fires i' th’ lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor! thou injurious tribune !
Within thine eyes fate twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers; I would say,
Thou liest, un!o thee, with a voice as free,
As I do práy the gods.

Sic. Mark you this, people ?
All. To th’ rock with him.

Sic. Peace:
We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have feen him do, and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, curfing yourselves,
Opposing laws with itrokes, and here defying
Those whore great power muft try him, even this
So criminal, and in such capital kind,
Deserves th' extreamest death.

Bru. But since he hath
Serv'd well for Rome

Cor. What do you prate of service ?
Pru. I talk of that, that know it,
Cor. You?-
Men. Is this the promise, that you made your mother?
Com. Know, I pray you.
Cor. I'll know no farther :

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