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Go to them with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch'd it- here be with them-

Thy knee bussing the stones- for in such busines
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant

More learned than the ears- waving thy head,
Which often thus correcting thy-stout heart,

Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling. Or say to them

Thou art their soldier and, being bred in broils,
Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,

Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame

Thyself, forsooth, hereaftertheirs, so far
As thou hast power and person.

MENENIUS. This but done
Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;

For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
As words to little purpose.

VOLUMNIA. Prithee now,
Go, and be rul'd; although I know thou hadst rather

Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower.

Enter COMINIUS
Here is Cominius.

COMINIUS. I have been i' th' market-place; and, sir, 'tis fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself

By calmness or by absence; all's in anger.
MENENIUS. Only fair speech.

COMINIUS. I think 'twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his spirit.

VOLUMNIA. He must and will.
Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.

CORIOLANUS. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce? Must I
With my base tongue give to my noble heart

A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't;
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 have put me now to such a part which never
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COMINIUS. Come, come, we'll prompt you.
VOLUMNIA. I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said

My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
To have my praise for this, perform a part

Thou hast not done before.
CORIOLANUS. Well, I must do't.

Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd,

Which quier'd 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 cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up

The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,

Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms! I will not do't,

Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And by my body's action teach my mind

A most inherent baseness.
VOLUMNIA. At thy choice, then.

To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
Than thou 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 suck'dst it from me;

But owe thy pride thyself.
CORIOLANUS. Pray be content.

Mother, I am 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

I' th' way of flattery further.
VOLUMNIA. Do your will. Exit

COMINIUS. Away! The tribunes do attend you. Arm yourself
To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd

With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.

CORIOLANUS. The word is 'mildly.' Pray you let us go.
Let them accuse me by invention; I

Will answer in mine honour.
MENENIUS. Ay, but mildly.

CORIOLANUS. Well, mildly be it then- mildly. Exeunt
SCENE III.

Rome. The Forum
Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS

BRUTUS. In this point charge him home, that he affects
Tyrannical power. If he evade us there,

Enforce him with his envy to the people,
And that the spoil got on the Antiates

Was ne'er distributed.
Enter an AEDILE

What, will he come?
AEDILE. He's coming.

BRUTUS. How accompanied?
AEDILE. With old Menenius, and those senators

That always favour'd him.
SICINIUS. Have you a catalogue

Of all the voices that we have procur'd,
Set down by th' poll?

AEDILE. I have; 'tis ready.
SICINIUS. Have you corrected them by tribes?

AEDILE. I have.
SICINIUS. Assemble presently the people hither;

And when they hear me say 'It shall be so
I' 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!'

Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i' th' truth o' th' cause.

AEDILE. I shall inform them.
BRUTUS. And when such time they have begun to cry,

Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Enforce the present execution

Of what we chance to sentence.
AEDILE. Very well.

SICINIUS. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint,
When we shall hap to give't them.

BRUTUS. Go about it. Exit AEDILE
Put him to choler straight. He hath been us'd

Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Of contradiction; being once chaf'd, he cannot

Be rein'd again to temperance; 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

SICINIUS. Well, here he comes.
MENENIUS. Calmly, I do beseech you.

CORIOLANUS. Ay, as an ostler, that for th' poorest piece
Will bear the knave by th' volume. Th' honour'd gods

Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men! plant love among's!

Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
And not our streets with war!

FIRST SENATOR. Amen, amen!
MENENIUS. A noble wish.

Re-enter the.AEDILE,with the plebeians
SICINIUS. Draw near, ye people.

AEDILE. List to your tribunes. Audience! peace, I say!
CORIOLANUS. First, hear me speak.

BOTH TRIBUNES. Well, say. Peace, ho!
CORIOLANUS. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present?

Must all determine here?
SICINIUS. I do demand,

If you submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content

To suffer lawfulcensure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you.

CORIOLANUS. I am content.
MENENIUS. Lo, citizens, he says he is content.

The warlike service he has done, consider; think
Upon the wounds his body bears, which show

Like graves i' th' holy churchyard.
CORIOLANUS. Scratches with briers,

Scars to move laughter only.
MENENIUS. Consider further,

That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier; do not take

His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier

Rather than envy you.
COMINIUS. Well, well! No more.

CORIOLANUS. What is the matter,
That being pass'd for consul with full voice,

I am so dishonour'd that the very hour
You take it off again?

SICINIUS. Answer to us.
CORIOLANUS. Say then; 'tis true, I ought so.

SICINIUS. We charge you that you have contriv'd to take
From Rome all season'd office, and to wind

Yourself into a power tyrannical;
For which you are a traitor to the people.

CORIOLANUS. How- traitor?
MENENIUS. Nay, temperately! Your promise.

CORIOLANUS. The fires i' th' lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!

Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in

Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free

As I do pray the gods.
SICINIUS. Mark you this, people?

PLEBEIANS. To th' rock, to th' rock, with him!
SICINIUS. Peace!

We need not put new matter to his charge.
What you have seen him do and heard him speak,

Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying

Those whose great power must try him- even this,
So criminal and in such capital kind,

Deserves th' extremest death.
BRUTUS. But since he hath

Serv'd well for Rome-
CORIOLANUS. What do you prate of service?

BRUTUS. I talk of that that know it.
CORIOLANUS. You!

MENENIUS. Is this the promise that you made your mother?
COMINIUS. Know, I pray you-

CORIOLANUS. I'll know no further.


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