Bru. If it were fo Sic. What do ye talk? Have we not had a tafte of his Obedience? Men. Confider this; he hath been bred i'th' Wars In peace, to his utmost peril. i Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the human way: The other course Unknown to the beginning. Sic. Noble Menenius, be you then as the Peoples Officer. Masters, lay down your Weapons. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the Market-place; we'll attend you there, Where, if you bring not Martins, we'll proceed In our first way. Men. I'll bring him to you. Let me defire your Company; he must come, I Sen. Pray you let's to him. Enter Coriolanus with Nobles. [Exeunt. Cor. Let them pull all about mine Ears, prefent me Enter Volumnia. Noble. You do the Nobler. Cor. I mufe, my Mother Does not approve me further, who was wont Why Why did you wish me milder? Wou'd you have me The Man I am. Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir. I would have had you put your Power well or, Cor. Let's go. Vol. You might have been enough the Man you are, Cor. Let them hang. Vol. Ay, and burn too. Enter Menenius with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, fomething 'too rough: You must return, and mend it. Sen. There's no Remedy, I have a Heart as little apt as yours, To better vantage. Men. Well faid, noble Woman: Before he should thus ftoop to th'Heart, but that Cor. What must I do? Men. Return to th' Tribunes. Cor. Well, what then? what then? Men. Repent what you have spoke. Cor. For them? I cannot do it for the Gods, Muft I then do't to them? Vol. You are too abfolute, Tho' therein you can never be too Noble, But when Extremities fpeak. I have heard you fay, I'th' War do grow together: Grant that, and tell me Ee 4 Ir In Peace, what each of them by th'other lose, Men. A good Demand. Vol. If it be Honour in your Wars, to seem Cor. Why force you this? Vol. Becaufe, that Now it lyes you on to speak to the People: Tho' but Baftards, and Syllables Of no Allowance, to your Bofom's Truth.. I would diffemble with my Nature, where Your Wife, your Son: Thefe Senators, the Nobles, Men. Noble Lady! Come go with us, fpeak fair: You may falve fo, Vol. I prithee now, my Son, Go to them, with this Bonnet in thy Hand, Now Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry, That will not hold the Handling: Or fay to them, Men. This but done, Even as the fpeaks, why their Hearts were yours: Vol. Prithee now, Go and be rul'd: Altho' I know thou hadst rather Than flatter him in a Bower. Here is Cominius. Enter Cominius. Com. I have been i'ch' Market-place, and Sir, 'tis fie You have ftrong Party, or defend your felf By Calmness, or by Abfence: AH's in Anger. Men. Only fair Speech. Com. I think 'twill ferve, if he can thereto frame his Spirit. Vol. He muft and will: Prithee now fay you will, and go about it. Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed Sconce? Muft I with my bafe Tongue give to my noble Heart A Lie, that it must bear well? I will do't: Yet were there but this fingle Plot, to lofe This Mould of Martius, they to Duft should bring it, Crm. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. Ay, prithee now, fweet Son, as thou haft faid To have my Praife for this, perform a part Cor. Well, I must do't: Away my Difpofition, and poffefs me Some Some Harlot's Spirit: My Throat of War bê turn'd, Val. At thy Choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more Difhonour, Cor. Pray be content: Mother, I am going to the Market-place: Chide me no more. I'll Mountebank their Loves, I' th' way of Flattery further. Vel. Do your Will. [Exit Volumnia. Com. Away, the Tribunes do attend you: Arm your felf To answer mildly: For they are prepar'd With Accufations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet. Cor. The Word is, mildly. Let them accufe me by Invention: I Will answer in mine Honour. Men. Ay, but mildly. Pray you let us go. [Exeunt. Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Bru. In this Point charge him home, that he affe&s Tyrannical Power: If he evade us there, |