That our befl water brought by conduits hither;
3ittt liEenfortmjc, Harlinc of the people,
And nobly nam'd fo fttf twice being cenfor,
Was his great anceftor.

Sic. One thus defcended,
That hath befide well in his perfon wrought
To be fet high in place, we did commend
To your remembrances : but you have found,
Scaling his present bearing with his part,
That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke
Your fudden approbation.

BRU. Say, you ne'er had don't,
(Harp on that ftill) but by our putting on :
And presently, when you have drawn your number,
Repair to the capitol.

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all. We will To : almoft all
Repent in their elefton. [Exeunt Citizens.

BRU. Let them go on;
This mutiny were better put in hazard,
Than ftay, pad doubt, for greater:
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage
With their refusal, both observe and anfwer
The vantage of his anger.

Sic. To the capitol, come ;
We will be there before the rtream o'the people;
And this mall feem, as partly 'tis, their own,
Which we have goaded onward. [Exeunt.



m.

SCENE I. r be fame. A Street.

Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS,
TITUS LARTIUS, Senators, and Patricians.

Co*. Tullus Aufidiui then had made new head?

TIT. He had, my lord ; and that it was, which caus'd
Our fwifter composition.

COR. So then the Volciant ftand but as at firft;
Ready, when time mall prompt them, to make road
Upon us again.

COM. They are worn, lord conful, fo,
That we (hall hardly in our ages fee
Their banners wave again.

Co R . Saw you Aufidius ?

TIT. On fafe-guard he came to me ; and did curfe
Againfl the Vokians, for they had fo vilely
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58 Coriolanus.

COR. Spoke he of me?

T'jf. He did, my lord.

COR. How? what?

Tit. How often he had met you, fword to fword:
That, of all things upon the earth, he hated
Your perfon moft : that he would pawn his fortunes
To hopelefs reftitution, fo he might
Be call'd your vanquifher.

COR. At Antium lives he ?

TiT. At Antium.

COR. I wifh I had a cause to feek him there,
To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.

Enter SICIJTIUS, and BRUTUS.
Behold! these are the tribunes of the people.
The tongues o'the common mouth. I do defpise them:
For they do prank them in authority,
Againft all noble fufferance.

Sic. Pafs no further.

COR . Ha ! what is that ?

BRU. It will be dangerous to go on : no further.

COR. What makes this change?

MEN. The matter?

COM. Hath he not pafTd the nobles, and the com-
mons ?

BRU. Cominius, no.

COR. Have 1 had children's voices ?

I . S. Tribunes, give way; he fhall to the market-place.

BRU. The people are incenf'd againil him :

Sic. Stop,
Or all will fall in broil.

Co*. Are these your herd?_
Muft these have voices, that can yield them now,

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Coriolanus. ey

And ftraight difclaim their tongues ? What are your

offices ?

You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
Have you not fet them on .'

MEN. Be calm, be calm.

Co*. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the nobility : _
Suffer't, and live with fuch as cannot rule,
Nor ever will be rul'd.

BRU. Call't not a plot:

The people cry, you mock'd them; and, of late,
When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd,
Scandal'd the fuppliattts for the people, call'd them-".
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to noblenefs.

COR. Why, this was known before.

BRU. Not to them all.

Co*. Have you inform'd them iince?

BRU. How! 1 inform them !

Co*. You are like to do fuch businefs.

BRU. Not unlike,
Each way, to better yours.

Co* . Why then mould I be conful ? By yon' clouds,
Let me deserve fo ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.

Sic. You (how too much of that,
For which the people ftir: If you will pafs
To where you are bound, you mud enquire your way,
Which you are out of, with a gentler fpirit ;
Or never be fo noble as a conful,
Nor yoak with him for tribune.

MEN. Let's*be calm.

COM. Thepeopleareabus'd: Set on. This palt'ring

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60 Coriolanus.

Becomes not Rome ; nor has Coriolanus
Deserv'd this fo dilhonour'd rub, lay'd falfly
J'the plain way of his merit.

COR, Tell me of corn!
This was my (peech, and I will fpeak't again.

MEN. Not now, not now.

I . S. Not in this heat, fir, now.

COR. Now, as I live, 1 will. My nobler friends,
I crave their pardons :

For the mutable, rank-fcented many, let them
Regard me as I do not flatter, and
Therein behold themfelves :_I fay again,
In foothing them, we nourim 'gainll our fenate
The cockle of rebellion, infolence, fedition,
Which we ourfelves have plow'd for, fow'd and fcatter'd,
By mingling them with us, the honour'd number;
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.

MEN. Well, no more.

I. S. No more words, we befeech you.

COR. How! no more?
As for my country I have fhed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, fo mall my lungs
Coin words 'till their decay, againft those meazels.
Which we difdain mould tetter us, yet fought
The very way to catch them.

BRU. You fpeak o'the people,
As if you were a god to puni(h, not
A man of their infirmity.

5/c. 'Twere well,
We let the people know't.

Mxit. What, what? his choler?

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Coriolanus, 6 1

COR. Choler!

Were I as patient as the midnight fleep.
By "Jove, 'twould be my mind.

Sic. It is a mind,

That mall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.

COR. Shall remain!

Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? mark you
His abfolute />*///*

COM. 'Twas from the canon.

COR. Shall!-.

O good, but moft unwise patricians, why,
You grave, but recklefs fenators, have you thus
Given Hyc'ra here to choose an officer,
That with his peremptory^*//, being but
The horn and noise o'the monfter, wants not fpirit
To fay, he'll turn your current in a ditch,
And make your channel his ? If they have power,
Let them have cufh'ons by you ; if none, awake
Your dangerous lenity: if you are learned,
Be not as common fools ; if you are not,
Then vail your ignorance. You are plebeians,
If they be fenators : and they are no lefs,
When, both your voices blended, the great'ft tafte
Moft palates theirs. They choose their magiftrate}
And fuch a one as he who puts \nsjball,
His popular Jkall, againft a graver bench
Than ever frown'd in Greece. By "Jo*ve himfelf,
It makes the confuls bafe: and my foul akes,
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither fupream, how foon confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take

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6z Coriolanus.

The one by the other.

COM. Well, on -to the market-place.

COR. Whoever gave that couniei, to give forth
The corn o'the flore-houfe gratis, as 'twas us'd
Sometime in Greece^

MEN. Well, well, no more of that.

COR. (Though there the people had more abfolute

power)

1 fay, they nourim'd difobedience, fed
The ruin of the ftate :

.5* tf. Why, (hall the people give
One, that fpeaks thus, their voice ?

COR. I'll give my reasons,

More worthier than their voices. They know, the corn
Was not our recompence; refting well aflur'd
They ne'er did fervice for't : Being preff'd to the war,
Even when the navel of the ftate was touch'd,
They would not thread the gates,: this kind of fervice
Did not deserve corn gratis : Being in the war,
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they fhew'd
Moft valour, fpoke not for them : The accusation
Which they have often made againft the fenate,
All cause unborn, could never be the native
Of our fo frank donation. Well, what then ?
How {hall this bosom multiply'd digeft
The fenate's courtefy ? Let deeds exprefs
What's like to be their words : We did requeft it ;
We are the greater poll, and in true fear
They gave us our demands : Thus we debafe
The nature of our feats, and make the rabble
Call our cares, fears : which will in time
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The crows to peck the eagles.

MEN. Come, enough.

BRU. Enough, with over-measure.

COR. No, take more:

What may be fworn by, both divine and human,
Seal what I end withall ! This double worfhip,
Where one part does difdain with cause, the other
Infult without all reason ; where gentry, title, wisdom
Cannot conclude, but by the yea and no
Of general ignorance, it mult omit
Real neceffities, and give way the while
To unftable flightnefs : purpose fo bar'd, it follows,
Nothing is done to purpose : Therefore, befeech you,
You that will be lefs fearful than difcreet;
That love the fundamental part of ftate,
More than you doubt the change oft ; that prefer
A noble life before a long, and wim
To vamp a body with a dangerous physic,
That's fure of death without it, at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick
The fweet which is their poison : Your dimonour
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the ftate
Of that integrity which mould become't;
Not having power to do the good it would,
For the ill which doth controul't.

BRU. He has faid enough.

Sic. He has fpoken like a traitor, and mall anfwer
As traitors do.

Co*. Thou wretch! defpight o'er-whelm thee!_
What mould the people do with these bald tribunes ?
On whom depending, their obedience fails
To the greater bench : In a rebellion,

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64 Coriolanus.

When what's not meet, but what muft be, was law,
Then were they chosen ; in a better hour,
Let what is meet, be faid, it muft be meet,
And throw their power i'the duft.

BRU. Manifeft treason :

Sic. This a confulr no.

BRU. The sediles, ho! Let him be apprehended.

Sic. Go, call the people -.[Exit BRUTUS.] in whose

name, myfelf

Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator,
A foe to the publick weal : Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine anfwer.

Co*. Hence, old goat.

all. We'll furety him.

COM. $te aged fir, hands off.

COR. Hence, rotten thing, or I mall fhake thy bones
Out of thy garments.

Sic. Help me, citizens.

Re-enter BRUTUS, ivitb JEdiles, and
a 'whole Rabble of Citizens.

MEN. On both fides more refpeft.

Sic. Here's he, that would
Take from you all your power.

BRU. Seize him, aediles.

Cit. Down with him, down with him !

2. S. Weapons, weapons, weapons !

\tbty all buftle about Coriolanus.

t . S. Tribunes, patricians, citizens ! what ho !
Sicinius, Brutus, Corio/aaus, citizens !

all. Peace, peace, peace, flay, hold, peace !

MEN. What is about to be? 1 am out of breath;
Confusion's near; I cannot fpeak :_ You, tribunes

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Coriolanus. 65

To the people, Coriolanus, patience : _
Speak, good Sicinius,

Sic. Hear me, people ; peace. [fpeak.

Cit. Let's hear our tribune ; peace : _ Speak, fpeak,

Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties :
Martius would have all from you ; Martins,
Whom late you chose for conful.

MEN. Fie, fie, fie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.

i. S. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.

Sic. What is the city, but the people r

Cit. True,
The people are the city.

BRU. By the confent of all, we were eftablim'd
The people's magiftrates.

Sen. You fo remain.

ME N. And fo are like to do.

COR . That is the way to lay the city flat ;
To bring the roof to the foundation ;
And bury all, which yet diftinclly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

Sic. This deserves death.

BRU. Or let us (land to our authority,
Or let us lose it : _ We do here pronounce,
Upon the part o'the people, in whose power
We were elefted theirs, Marcius is worthy
Of present death.

Sic. Therefore, lay hold of him;
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into deftru&ion caft him

BRU. Mdiles, feize him.

Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield.

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66 Coriolanus.

MEN. Hear me one word, befeech you,
oot) tribunes, hear me but a word.

JEJi. Peace, peace.

MEN. Be that you feem, truly your country's friend,
And temperately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redrefs.

RU. Sir, those cold ways,
That feem like prudent helps, are very pois'nous
Where the disease is violent: Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the rock.

Co*. No; I'll die here. [dr&utiiig his Snuord.

There's fome among you have beheld me fighting ;
Come, try upon yourfelves what you have feen me.

MEAT. Down with that fword ; Tribunes, withdraw
a while.

BRV. Lay hands upon him.

MEN. Help, Ijelp Mardus! help,
You that be noble ; help him, young, and old !

Cit. Down with him, down with him !

[A great Mutiny: Tribunes, ^Ediles, and
People are beat in.

MEN. Go, get you to your houfe ; be gone, away,
All will be naught elfe.

COM. Get you gone.

2. S. Stand faft ;
We have as many friends as enemies'.

MEN. Shall it be put to that?

i. S. The gods forbid!
I pry'thee, noble friend, home to thy houfe;
Leave us to cure this cause.

MEN. For 'tis a fore,
You cannot tent yourfelf : Be gone, befeech you.

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COM. Come, fir, along with us.

MEN. I would they were barbarians, (as they are,
Though in Rome litter' d;) not Romans, (as they are not,
Though calv'd i'the porch o'the capitol.)_Be gone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue ;
One time will owe another.

COR. On fair ground,
I could beat forty of them.

MEN. I could myfelf
Take up a b;ace o'the beft ; yea, the two tribunes.

COM. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick;
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it ftands
Againft a falling fabrick._Will you hence,
Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'er-bear
What they are us'd to bear.

MEN. Pray you, be gone :
I'll try if my old wit be in requeft
With those that have but little; this muft be patch'd
With cloth of any colour.

COM. Nay, come away.

[Exeunt COR. COM. and Others.

i . P. This man has mar'd his fortune.

MEN. His nature is too noble for the world :
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth :
What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death. [Noise 'within.

Here's goodly work !

I . P. I would they were a-bed ! [ance,

MEN. I would they were in Tiber! What the venge-

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8 Coriolanus.

Could he not fpeak 'em fair ?

Enter BRUTUS, and Si c i N i u s ,
the Rabble, again.

Sic. Where is this viper,
That would depopulate the city, and
Be every man himfelf ?

MEN. You worthy tribunes,

Sic. He fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
With rigorous hands ; he hath resiiled law,
And therefore law HI all fcorn him further trial
Than the feverity of the public power,
Which he fb fets at nought.

i.C. He (hail well know,
The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
And we their hands.

Cit. He (hall, fure, out.

MEN Sirs,-

Sic. Peace.

MEN . Do not cry, havock, where you mould but hunt
With* mcdeft warrant.

Sic. Sir, how comes't, that you
Have holp to make this refcue.

MEN. Hear me fpeak :_
As I do know the conful's worthinefs,
So can I name his faults :

Sic. Conful ! what conful ?

MEN. The conful Coriolanus.

RU. He tljc conful !

Cit. No, no, no, no, no.

MEN. If, by thetribunes'leave,andyours,goodpeople,
I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two ;
The which fhall turn you to no further harm,

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Coriolanus. 69

Than fo much lofs of time.

Sic. Speak briefly then :
For we are peremptory, to difpatch
This viperous traitor: to eject him hence,
Were but one danger; and, to keep him here,
Our certain death ; therefore, it is decreed,
He dies to-night.

MEN. Now the good gods forbid,
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserving children is enrol'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own !

Sic. He's a disease, that muft be cut away.

Afsff. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death ?
Killing our enemies ? The blood he hath loft,
(Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an ounce) he drop'd it for his country :
And, what is left, to lose it by his country,
Were to us all, that do't, and fuffer it,
A brand to the end o'the world.

Sic. This is clean kam.

BRU. Meerly awry: When he did love his country,
It honour'd him.

MEN. The fervice of the foot
Being once gangren'd, is not then refpe&cd
For what before it was ;

BRU. We'll hear no more :_
Purfue him to his houfe, and pluck him thence;
Left his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.

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70 Coriolanus.

MEW. One word more, one word.
This tiger-footed rage, when it fhall find
The harm of unfcan'd fwiftnefs, will, too late,
Tye leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by procefs ;
Left parties (as he is belov'd) break out,
And fack great Rome with Romans.

BRU. If it were fo?

Sic. What do ye talk ?
Have we not had a tafte of his obedience ?
Our aediles fmot? ourfelves resitted r_Come :

MEN. Confider this; He has been bred i'the wars
Since he could draw a fword, and is ill fchool'd
In bolted language ; meal and bran together
He throws without diftindiion. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he fhall anfwer, by a lawful form,
(In peace) to his utmoft peril.

i . S. Noble tribunes,
It is the humane way : the other courfe
Will prove too bloody ; and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.

Sic. Noble Menenius,
Be you then as the people's officer : __
Matters, lay down your weapons.

BRU. Go not home.

Sic. Meet on the market-place: We'll attend you

there :

Where if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed
In our firll way.

MEN. I'll bring him to you : _Let me
Desire your company : He muft come, or what
Is worft will follow.
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Coriolanus. .71

i. 5. Pray you, let us to him. [Exeunt.

SCENE U. r be fame. A Hall in Coriolanus'/ Houfe.
Enter CORIOLANUS, and Patricians.

COR. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me
Death on the wheel, or at wild horfes' heels;
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down ftretch
Below the beam of fight, yet will 1 ftill
Be thus to them.

Enter VOLUMNIA.

Pat. You do the nobler.

COR. I muse, my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vaflals, things created
To buy and fell with groats ; to (hew bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be ftill, and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance flood up

To fpeak of peace, or war : t talk of you ;

Why did you wifh me milder? Would you have me
Falfe to my nature ? Rather fay, I play
jT2ob!p the man I am.

FO'L. O, fir, fir, fir,

I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.

Con. 239bp, let it go.

VOL . You might have been enough the man you are,
With ftriving lefs to be fo LefTer had been
The thwartings of your difpositions, if
You had not Ihew'd them how you were difpos'd
J>e they lack'd power to crofs you.

COR. Let them hang.

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72 Coriolanus.

/'or. Ay, and burn too.

Enter MENENIUS, and Senators.

MEN. Come, come, you have been too rough, fome-

thing too rough ;
You muft return, and mend it.

i. S. There's no remedy;
Unlefs, by not fo doing, our good city
Cleave in the midtt, and perifh.

VOL. Pray, be counfel'd :
I have a heart as little apt as yours ;
But yet a brain, that leads my ufe of anger
To better vantage.

MEN. Well faid, noble woman :
Before he mould thus ftoop to the herd, but that
The violent fit o'the time craves it as physick
For the whole ftate, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can fcarcely bear.

COR. What muft I do?

MEN. Return to the tribunes.

COR. Well,
What then ? what then ?

MEN. Repent what you have fpoke.

COR. For them ? I cannot do it to the gods ;
Muft I then do't to them ?

VOL. You are too abfolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble,
But when extremities fpeak. I have heard you fay,
Honour and policy, like unfever'd friends,
1'the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me,
In peace, what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there r

Co*. Tufli, tufti!

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. A good demand.

VOL. If it be honour, in your wars, to fecm
The fame you are not, (which, for your bell ends,
You adopt your policy) how is it lefs, or worfe,
That it fhall hold companionfhip in peace
With honour, as in war ; fince that to both
It ftands in like requeft ?

COR. Why force you this ?

VOL. Because,

That now it lies on you to fpeak to the people :
Not by your own inftruclion, nor by the matter
Which your heart prompts you to ; but with fuch words,
That are but rooted in your tongue, but baftards,
Of no alliance to your bosom's truth.
Now, this no more diihonours you at all,
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
Which elfe would put you to your fortune, and
The hazard of much blood.
I would diffemble with my nature, where
My fortunes, and my friends, at ftake, requir'd
I mould do fo in honour: I am in this,
Your wife, your fon, these fenators, the nobles ;
And you will rather {hew our general louts
How you can frown, then fpend a fawn upon 'em,
For the inheritance of their loves, and fafe-guard
Of what that want might ruin.

MEN. Noble lady!-

Come, go With us ; fpeak fair : you may falve fo,
Not what is dangerous present, but the lofs
Of what is paft.

VOL. I pry'thee now, ray fon,
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand ;

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74 Coriolanus.

And thus far having ftretch'd it, (here ~f be with them)

Thy knee bulling the Hones, (for in fuch businefs

Aftion is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant

More learned than the ears) waving thv head,

And often, thus, correcting thy flout heart,

Now humble as the ripeft mulberry,

That will not hold the handling : Or, fay to them,*

Thou art their foldier, and, being bred in broils,

Haft not the foft way, which, thou doft confefs,

Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,

In aflcing their good loves ; but thou wilt frame

Thyfelf, forfooth, hereafter theirs, fo far

As thou haft power, and perfon.

MEN. This but done,

Even as (he fpeaks if, why, their hearts were yours :
For they have pardons, being aflc'd, as free
As words to little purpose.

VOL. Pry'thee now,

Go, and be rul'd: although, I know, thou hadft rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf,
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
Enter COMINIUS.

COAT. I have been i'the market-place: and, fir, 'tis fit
You make ftrong party, or defend yourfelf
By calmnefs, or by abfence; all's in anger.

MEN. Only fair fpeech :

COM. I think, 'twill ferve, if he
Can thereto frame his fpirit.

VOL. He muft, and will :

Pry'thee now, fay, you will, and go about it. [F (

Co* . Muft I go mew them my unbarb'd fconcer Muft
With my ba/e tongue, give to my noble heart

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A lie, that it muft bear? Well, I will do't:

Yet were there but this fingle plot to lose,

This mould of Mara'us, they to duft fhould grind it,

And throw't againlt the wind To the market-place : _

You have put me now to fuch a part, which never

1 ihall difcharge to the life.

COM . Come, come, we'll prompt you.

VOL. I pry'thee now, fweet fon ; as thou haft faid,
My praises made thee firft a foldier, fo,
To have my praise for this, perform a part -
Thou haft not done before.

COR. Well, I muft do't: _
Away, my difposition, and possefs me
Some harlot's fpirit: 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 afleep: The fmiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks ; and fchool-boy's tears take up
The glafies of my fight : A beggar's tongue
"Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my ftirrop, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms:_I will not do't;
Left-I furceafe to honour mine own truth.
And, by my body's aftion, teach my mind
A moft inherent bafenefs.

VQ-L. At thy choice then :
To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous ftoutnefs : for 1 mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou lift.
Thy valiamnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me;



76 Coriolanus.

But own thy pride thyfelf.

Co*. Pray, be content;
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Chide me no more. J'l! mountebank theii loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and ccme home belov'd
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going :
Commend me to my wife. I'll return conful j
Or never trull to what my tongue can do,
1'the way of flattery- further.

VOL. Do your will. [Exit.