That babies lulls afleep! the fmiles of knaves Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees Vol. At thy choice then : To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour, Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me : 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 Conful, Or never trust to what my tongue can do I' th' way of flattery further. Vol. Do your will. [Exit Volumnia. Com. Away, the Tribunes do attend you: arm Your felf to anfwer mildly: for they're prepar'd With accufations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet. Cor. The word is, mildly. Pray you, let us go. Let them accufe me by invention: I Will anfwer in mine honour. Men. Ay, but mildly. Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. [Exeunt. SCENE Bru. IN N this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannic power: if he evade us there, Inforce him with his envy to the people, And that the spoil got on the Antiates Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come? Enter an Edile. Ed. He's coming. Bru. How accompanied? Ed. 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? Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? Sic. Affemble prefently the people hither, And power i' th' truth o' th' caufe. Ed. I will inform them. Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Of what we chance to fentence. Ed. Very well. K 3 Sic. Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, When we fhall hap to give't them. Bru. Go about it. Put him to choler ftraight, he hath been us'd [Exit Edile. Of contradiction. Being once chaf'd, he cannot What's in his heart; and that is there, which works Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with Senators, Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an oftler, that for the pooreft 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, plant love amongst you, Throng our large temples with the fhews of peace, And not our streets with war! 1 Sen. Amen, amen. Men. A noble wish. Enter the Edile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye people. Ed. Lift to your Tribunes: audience; Peace, I fay. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho. Cor. Shall I be charg❜d no further than this present? Muft all determine here? If Sic. I do demand, you fubmit submit you to the people's voices, Cor. I am content. 3 his 4 looks Men. 5 Through... old edit. Warb. emend. Men. Lo, citizens, he fays he is content: Cor. Scratches with briars, fcars to move laughter only. That when he speaks not like a citizen, Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being paft for Conful with full voice, Sic. Answer to us. Cor. Say then 'tis true, I ought fo. Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all feafon'd office, and to wind Your felf unto a power tyrannical, For which you are a traitor to the people. Men. Nay, temperately your promise. Cor. The fires i'th' lowest hell fold in the people! 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 seen him do, and heard him speak, K 4 6 actions... old edit. Theob. emend. Oppofing Oppofing laws with ftroaks, and here defying Bru. But fince he hath Serv'd well for Rome Cor. What do you prate of fervice? Cor. You? Men. Is this the promise that you made your mother? Cor. I'll know no further: Let them pronounce the fteep Tarpeian death. Sic. For that he has (As much as in him lyes) from time to time That do diftribute it; in the name o'th' people And in the power of us the Tribunes, we (Ev'n from this inftant) banish him our city, In peril of precipitation From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's gates. I' th' people's name, I fay it fhall be fo. All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him He's banish'd, and it fhall be fo. away: Com. Hear me, my mafters, and my common friendsSic. He's fentenc'd: no more hearing. Com. Let me fpeak: I have been Conful, and can fhew Her enemies marks upon me. I do love for Rome My 7 not in the 8 from... old edit. Thoob, emend. |