Who lack not Virtue, no, nor Power, but that
Which we have given to beggars,

Men. Well, no more

Sen. No more words, we befeech you

Cor. How ! no more !
As for my Country I have fhed my blood,
Not fearing outward forre j fo fhall my lungs
Coin words 'till their decay, againft thole meafles,

Which



CORIOLANUS.

Which we difdain mould tetter us, yet feek
The very way to catch them.

Bru. You fpeak o* th' people, as you were a God
To punifh, not a man of their infirmity.

Sic. 'Twere well, we let the people know't.

Men. What, what ! his choler ?

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 poifon where it is,
Not poifon any further.

Cor. Shall remain ?

Hear you this Triton of the J minnows ? mark you
His abfolutejW/ ?

Com. 'Twas from the canon.

Cor. Shall!
O good, but moft unwife Patricians, why,

4 You grave, but recklefs Senators, have you thus
Given Hydra here to chufe an officer,

That with his peremptory^//, being but

5 The horn and noife o' th' monfters, wants not fpirit
To fay, he'll turn your current in a ditch,

And make your channel his? If he have power,

* Then vail your ignorance ; If none, awake

Your dangerous lenity : if you are learned,

Be not as common fools ; if you are not,

Let them have cufhions by you. You're Plebeians,

If they be Senators -, and they are no lefs,

3 minnows? ] /. e. Small fry.

4 You grave, but YVRECKLESS Senator^, ] We fhould read,

RECKLESS Senators,

i. e. Carelefs.

5 The born and noife ] Alluding to his having called him

Briton before.

6 Then <vail your ignorance ; J Ignorance, for impotence ;

becaufe it makes impotent. The Oxford Ediisr not undemanding
this, tranfpcfes the whole fentence according to what in his fancy
is accuracy.

When,



CORIOLANUSJ

When, both your voices blended, the great'ft tafte

Mod palates theirs. They chufe their magiftrate !

And fuch a one as he, who puts hisjball,

His popular^//, againft a graver Bench

7 Than ever frown'd in Greece! By Jove himfelf,

It makes the Gonfuls bafe ; 8 " and my foul akes

" To know, when two authorities are up,

" Neither fupream, how foon Confufion

" May enter 'twixt the gap of Both, and take

" The one by th' other.

Com. Well On to th' market-place.

Cor. Who ever gave that couniel, to give forth
The corn o* th' ftore-houfe,ra/;V, as 'twas us'd
Sometime in Greece

Men. Well, well, no more of that. [Power :

Cor. Though there the People had more abfolute
I fay, they nourifh'd difobedience, fed
The ruin of the State.

Bru. Why fhall the people give
One, that fpeaks thus, their voice?

Cor. I'll give my reafons,

More worthy than their voice. They know, the corn
Was not our recom pence ; retting afljr'd,
They ne'er did fervice for't; being preft to th' war,
Even when the navel of the State was touch'd,
They would not thread the gates : this kind of fervice
Did not delerve corn gratis : Being i' th' war,
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they fhew'd
Moft valour, fpoke not for them. Th' accufation,
Which they have often made againft the Senate,
All caufe unborn, ' could never be the native
Of our fo frank donation. Well, what then ?
How fhall this Bofom-multiplied digeft
The Senate's courtefie ? let deeds expreis,
What's like to be their words We did nqueft it-

7 Than ever frown' J in Greece ! ] ;'. e . That ever pro-
jetted or executed laws.

8 and my foul akes\ The mifchief and abfurdity

of what is called Imperium in imperio, is here finely expreffed.

9 could never be the native] Native, for natural birth.

Vo L. VI. We



494 CORIOLANUS.

We. are the greater poll> and in true fear
They gave us our demands. Thus we debafe
The nature of our Seats, and make the rabble
Call our cares, fears j which will in time break ops
The locks o* th' Senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.

Men. Come, enough.

ru. Enough, with over meafure.

Cor. * No, take more ;

What may be fworn by. Both Divine and Human
Seal what I end withal ! This double worfhip,
Where one part does difdain with caufe, the other
Infult without all reafon 5 where gentry, title, wifdom,
Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
Of gen'ral ignorance, it muft omit
Real neceflities, and give way the while
T* unftable flightnefs ; ' [purpofe fo barr'd, it follows,
Nothing is done to purpofe.] Therefore beieech you,
(You that will be lefs fearful than difcreer,
* That love the fundamental part of State
More than you doubt the change oft ; that prefer
A noble life before a long, and vvilh
To vamp a body with a dangerous phyfick,

* No, take more.

What may be fworn by, both divine and human,
Seal what I end withal! ] The falfe pointing hath jnade
this unintelligible. It mould be read and pointed thus,
No, take more ;

What may be fworn by. Both Divine and Human
Seal what I end ivi thai !

t. e. No, I will full proceed, and the truth of what I ftiall fay may
be fworn to. And may both Divine and Human powers [/. e.
the Gods of Rome and Senate] confirm and fupport my conclufion.

I purpofe fo barr'd, it follows,

Nothing is done to purpofe, ] This is fo like Pstonius's

eloquence, and ft mujh unlike the relt of Coriolanm's language,
that I am apt to think it fpmious.

z That lo^e the fundamental part of State

Mo, t than you doubt the change oft ; ] /. e. Who are fo wed-
ded to accnftomed rurms in the adminiitration, that in your care
for the ^referv, n of thofe, you oveilook the danger the conflitu-
tit-n incurs by Iriftiy adhering to them. Thii the fpeaker, in vin-
dication of in.' c < r.duft, artfully repreientb to be his cafe; yet this
perti"ent ul ferva i u the Oxford Editor, with one happy dam of
his pen, in iimendin^ doubt to do, entirely abolifhes.

That's



CORIOLANUS.

That's fure of death without ;) at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick
The fweet which is their poifon. Your difhonour
3 Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the State
Of that integrity 4 which fhould become it :
Not having power to do the good it would,
For th' ill which doth controul it.

Bru. H'as faid enough.

Sic. H'as fpoken like a traitor, and fhall anfwer
As traitors do.

Cor. Thou wretch! Defpight o'erwhelm thee!
What fhould the people do with thefe bald Tribunes r
On whom depending, their obedience fails
To th' greater bench. In a Rebellion,
When what's not meet, but what muft be, was law,
Then were they chofen ; in a better hour,
Let what is meet, be faid, (a) it muft be law,
And throw their Power i'th' duft.

Bru. Manifeft treafon

Sic. This a Conful ? no.

Bru. The &diles, ho ! Jet him be apprehended.

[yEdiles enter.

Sic. Go, call the people, in whofe name myfelf
Attach thee as a traiterous innovator :
A foe to th' publick weal. Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine anfwer.

[Laying hold on Coriolanus.

Cor. Hence, old goat !

All. We'll furety him.

Com. Ag'd Sir, hands off.

Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I mail fhake thy bones
Out of thy garments.

Sic. Help me, citizens.

3 Manghi true judgment, ] Judgment, for government.

4 which Jb'juld become zV:] Become, for adorn.

[ (a) it mujl be laiu. Oxford Editor. Vulg. it mufi be meet ]

SCENE



496 CORIOLANUS.

SCENE II.

Enter a Rabble of Plebeians, with the ^Ediles.

Men. On both fides, more refpect.

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

Bru. Seize him, Aidties.

All. Down with him, down with him!

2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons !

[Toey all buftle about Coriolanus.
Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens- what ho!
Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, citizens!

All. Peace, peace, peace, (lay, hold, peace !

Men. What is about to be ? 1 am out of breath ;

Confufion's near, I cannot fpeak, You Tribunes,

Coriolanus, patience ; fpeak, Sicinius.

Sic. Hear me, people peace.

All. Let's hear our Tribune -, peace j fpeak, fpeak,
fpeak.

Sic. You are at point to lofe your liberties:
Marcius would have all from you : Marcius 9
Whom late you nam'd for Conful.

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

Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.

Sic. What is the city, but the people ?

All. True, the people are the city.

Bru. By the confent of all, we were eftablilh'd
The people's magiftrates.

All. You fo remain.

Men. And fo are like to do.

Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat j
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet diftin&ly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

Sit. This deferves death.

Bru.



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Bru. Or let us (land to our Authority,
Or let us lofe it ; we do here pronounce,
Upon the part o'th* people, in whofe power
We were elected theirs, Marc'ws is worthy
Of prefent death.

Sic. Therefore lay hold on him ;
Bear him to th' rock Tarfeian, and from thence
Into de(lru6lion caft him.
Bru. JEdileSy feize him.
All. Pie. Yield, Marcius, yield.
Men. Hear me one word ; 'befcech you, Tribunes,
hear me but a word
jEdiles. Peace, peace.

Men. Be that you leem, truly your Country's friends,
And temp'rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redrefs.

Bru. Sir, thofe cold ways,

That feem like prudent helps, are very poifonous,
Where the difeafe is violent. Lay hands on him,
And bear him to the rock.

[Coriolanus draws his fivord.
Cor. No ; I'll dye here.

There's fome among you have beheld me fighting,
Come, try upon your felves, what you have feen me.
Men. Down with that fword ; Tribunes, withdraw

a while.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.

Men. Help Marcius, help you that be noble,

help him young and old.

All. Down with him, down with him. [Exeunt.
[J this mutiny, the Tribunes, the ^Ediles, and
the people are beqt in.

SCENE III.

Men. Go, get you to your houfe ; be gone, away,
All will be nought elfe.
" VOL. VI. Kk zSen.



498 CORIOLANUS.

2 Sen. Get you gone.

5 Cor. Stand faft, we have as many friends as enemies.

Men. Shall it be put to That ?

Sen. The Gods forbid !
I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy houfe,
Leave us to cure this caufe.

Men. For 'tis a fore,
You cannot tent yourfelf -, begone, 'befeech you.

Com. Come, Sir, along with us.

Men. I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd j) not Romans: (as they

are not,

Though calved in the porch o* th' Capitol :)
Begone, 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 brace o'th' bed of
them ; yea, the two Tribunes.

Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick:
And manhood is calPd fool'ry, when it (lands
Againft a falling fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the tag return, whofe rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
"What they are us'd to bear.

Men. Pray you, be gone :
I'll try, if my old wit be in requeft
"With thofe that have but little 5 this muft be patcht
With clotkof any colour.

Com. Come, away.

[Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius.

5 Com. Stand fafl, &c.] This fpeech certainly (hould be given
to Coriolanus; for all his friends perfuade him to retire. So Co-
tniniui prefent'y after ;

Come, Sir, along n/citb tit.



SCENE



CORIOLANUS. 499

SCENE IV.

1 Sen. This man has marr'd his fortune.
Men. His nature is too noble for the world :

" He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

" Or Jove for's power to thunder: his heart's his mouth i

" What his bread forges, that his tongue muft ventj

" And, being angry, does forget that ever

" He heard the name of death. [A noife within.

Here's goodly work.

2 Sen. I would, they were a-bed.

Men. I would, they were in 'Tiber. What, the

vengeance,
Could he not fpeak 'em fair ?

Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the raUIe again.

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

Men. You worthy Tribunes

Sic. He mall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock
With rigorous hands ; he hath refilled Law,
And therefore Law mall fcorn him further trial
Than the feverity of publick. Power,
Which he fo fets at nought.

i Cit. He (hall well know, the noble Tribunes are
The people's mouths, and we their hands.

All. He mail, be fure on'c.

Men. Sir, Sir,-

Sic. Peace.

Men. Do not cry havock, where you ftiould but

hunt
With modeft warrant.

Sic. Sir, how comes it, you
Have holp to make this refcue?

Men. Hear me fpeak ;

Kk 2 As



CORIOLANUS.

As I do know the Conful's worchinefs,
So can I name his faults

Sic. Confu!! what Conful!

Men. The Conful Coriolanus.

Bru. He Conful !

All. No, no, no, no, no.

Men. If by the Tribunes' leave, and yours, good

people,

I may be heard, Pd crave a word or two j
The which fhall turn you to no further harm,
Than fo much lofs of time.

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

Men. Now the good Gods forbid,
That our renowned Rome^ whofe gratitude
Tow'rds her deferving children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own !

Sic. He's a difeafe that muft be cut away.
Men. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a difeafe ;
Mortal, to cut it offj to cure it, eafie.
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 dropt it for his Country :
And what is left, to lofe it by his Country,
Were to us all that do't, and fuffer it,
A brand to th' end o'th* world.
Sic. 6 This is clean kam.

6 This is clean kam.] i. e. Awry. So Cotgrave interprets Tout
*uaa contrepoil, sill goes clean kam. Hence a Kambrel for a crooked
ftick, or the bend in a horfe'i hinder-leg.

Bru.



CORIOLANUS.

Eru. Meerly awry : when he did love his Country,
It honourM him.

7 Sic. The fervice of the foot
Being once gangreen'd, it is not then refpected
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.

Men, One word more, one word :
This tiger- footed rage, when it (hall find
The harm of unskann*cl 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. I f 'twere fo

Sic. What do ye talk ?
Have we not had a tafte of his obedience,
Our JEdi/cs fmote, ourfdves refilled ? come

Men. Confider this , he hath been bred i'th' wars
Since he could draw a fword, and is ill-fchooi'd
In boulted language -, meal arid bran together
He throws without diftinction. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he (hall anfwer by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmoft peril.

I Sen. 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.
Mafters, lay down your weapons.

7 Men. The fer*vice of the foot, &c.] Nothing can be more evi-
dent than that this could never be faid by Coriolanus's apologilt,
and that it was faid by one of the Tribune:) ; I have therefore given
it to Sicinius.

K k 3 Eru.



S 2



CORIOLANUS.

Bru. Go not home.

Sic. Meet on the forum-, we'll attend you there,
Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed
In our fir ft way.

Men. I'll bring him to you.
Let me defire your company ; he muft come,
Or what is worfe will follow.

I Sen. Pray, let's to him. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Changes to CORIOLANUS 's Houfe.

Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles.

Cor. T ET them pull all about mine ears, prefent me
l_j 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 I ftill
Be thus to them.

Enter Volumnia.

Nobl. You do the nobler.

Cor. I mufe, my mother
poes not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vafTals, things created
To buy and fell with groats , to mew bare heads
In congregations, yawn, be ftill, and wonder,
When one but of my Ordinance flood up
To fpcak of Peace or War -, (I talk of you)
Why did you wifh me milder? wou'd you have me
Falfe to my nature? rather fay, I play
The man I am.

FoL Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir,

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

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CORIOLANUS. 503

Cor. Let it go.

Vol. You might have been enough the man you

are.

With driving Jefs to be fo. Lefler had been
The Thwartings of your difpofitions, if
You had not fhew'd them how you were difpos'd
Ere they lack'd power to crofs you.

Cor. Let them hang.

Vol. Ay, and burn too.

Enter Menenius, with the Senators.

Men. Come, come, you've been too rough, fome-

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

Sen. There's no remedy,
Unlefs, by not fo doing, our good City
Cleave in the midft, and perifh.

Vol. Pray, be counfell'd ;
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my ufc of anger
To better vantage.

Men. Well faid, noble woman :
7 Before he mould thus {loop to th' Herd, but that
The violent fit o'th' times cnves it as phyfick
For the whole State, I'd put mine armour on,
Which I can fcarcely bear.

Cor. What muft I do ?

Men. Return to th' Tribunes.

Cor. Well, what then? what then?

Men. Repent what you have fpoke.

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,

7 Before be thus Jbould Jloop to ttf HEART ] This nonfenfe
fhould be reformed thus,

Before be thus jbould Jloop to tV HERD. *. e. the people.

K k 4 Bat



CORIOLANUS.

But when Extremities fpeak. " I've heard you fay,
" Honour and policy, like unfever'd Friends,
" I'th' war do grow together : grant That, and tell me
" In peace, what each of them by th' other lofes,
" That they combine not there?

Cor. Tufh, tufli'

Men. A good demand.

Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to feem
The fame you are not, which for your beft ends
You call your policy : how is't lefs, or worfe,
That it mall hold companionfhip in peace
With Honour, as in War ; fince that to both
It ftands in like requeft?

Cor. Why force you this?

Vol. Becaufeit lies on you to fpeak to th' People :
Not by your own inftruftion, nor by th' matter
Which your heart prompts you to, but with fuch words
But roated in your tongue ; baftards, and fyllables
Of no allowance, to your bofom's truth.
Now, this no moredifhonours you at all,
Than to take in a Town with gentle words,
W T hich elfe would put you to your fortune, and

The hazard of much blood.

I would diflemble with my nature, where

My fortunes, and my friends, at ftake requir'd,

I mould do fo in honour. 8 1 am in this

Your Wife, your Son, thefe Senators, the Nobles.-

And you will rather mew our general lowts

How you can frown, than fpend a fawn upon 'em,



1 am in this



Tour Wife, your Son: the Senators, tie Nobles.

AndYou, &c.j The pointing of the printed copies makes ftark
nonfenfe of this paiiage. Folumnia is perfuading Coriolanus that he
ought to flatter the people, as the general fortune was at flake; and
fays, that, in this advice, fhe fpeaks as his wife, as his fon ; as
the Senate, and body of the Patricians j who were in fome meafurc
link'd to his conduit.

For



CoRIOLANUS. 505

For the inheritance of their loves, and fafeguard
Of what that Want might ruin !

Men. Noble Lady !

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

Vol. I pr*ythee now, my Son,
" Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand,
* 6 And thus far having ftretch'd it (here be with them)
" Thy knee buffing the (tones ; (for in fuch bufinefs
" Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th* ignorant
" More learned than the ears ;) 9 waving thy hand,
" Which foften, thus, correcting thy (lout heart,
" Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry,
" That will not hold the handling : or fay to them,
" Thou art their Soldier, and, being bred in broils,
" Haft not the foft way, which thou doft confefs
" Were fit for thee to ufe, as they to claim,
" In asking their good loves -, but thou wilt frame
" Thy felf (forfooth) hereafter theirs fo far,
" As thou haft power and perfon.

Men. This but done,

Ev'n as (he fpeaks, why, all their hearts were yours:
For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free s
As words to little purpofe.



waving thy head,



Which often, thus, cor re ft ing thy ft out heart J\ But do any of
the ancient, or modern matters of elocution prefcribe the iva-viug
the head, when they treat of adlion ? Or how does the waving
the head correft the ftoutnefs of the heart, or evidence humility?
Or laftly, where is the fenfe or grammar of thefe words, Which
often thus, &c? Thefe queftions are fufficient to fhew that the lines
are corrupt. I would read therefore,

i-:a-j\ng thy hand,

Which foften thus, corre fling thy flout heart.

This is a very proper precept of aftion fuiting the occafion ; Wave
thy hand, fays fhe, and foften the aftion of it thus, thenftrike
upon thy breaft, and by that acuon fhew the people thou haft cor-
refted thy ftout heart. All here is fine and proper.

Vol.



506 CORIOLAMUS.

Vol. Pr'ythee now,

Go and be rui'd : altho', I know, thou'dft rather
" Follow chine enemy in a fiery Gulf
" Than flutter him in a bower.

Enter Cominius.

Here is Cominius.

Com. I've been i'th' Market-place, and, Sir, 'tis fit
You have ftrong Party, or defend your felf
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 :
Pr'ythee now, fay you will, and go about it.

Cor. Mud I go mew them my unbarbed fconce ?
Muft my bafe tongue give to my noble heart
A lie, that it muft bear ? well, I will do't:
Yet were there but this ' fingle Plot to lofe,
This mould of Marcius, they to duft mould grind it,
And throw't againft the wind. To th* Market-place!
You've put me now to fuch a Part, which never
1 fliall difcharge to th' life.

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

Vol. Av, pr'ythee now, fweet Son ; as thou haft faid,
My praifes made thee firft a Soldier, fo,
To have my praife for this, perform a Part
Thou haft not done before.

Cor. Well, I muft do't :
4 Away, my Difpofition, and poflefs 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's voice

* That Babies lulls afleep ! the fmiles of Knaves

' Tent in my cheeks, and fchool-boys' tears take up

i Jingle plot ] i. e. piece, portion ; applied to a piece of
?arth, and here elegantly transferred to the body, carcafe.

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CORIOLANUS. 507

' The glafies of my fight ! a Beggar's tongue

* Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
' Which bow'd but in my ftirrup, bend like his

4 That hath received an alms ! I will not do'r,-

* Left I furceafe to honour mine own truth,

6 And, by my body*s action, teach my mind,
' A moft inherent bafenefs.

Vol. " At thy choice then:
*' To beg of thee, it is my more diflionour,
" Than thouof them. Come all to ruin, let
" Thy Mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
" Thy dangerous ftoutnefs : for I mock at Death
u With as big heart as thou. Do, as thou lift :
" Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me :
" But own thy pride thy felf.

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 truft 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 ftrong
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



508 CORIOLANUS.

SCENE VI.

Changes to the FORUM.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.

5r.TN this point charge him home, that he affects

L Tyrannic Power : if he evade us there,
Inforce him with his envy to the People,
And that the Spoil, got on the dntiales,
Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come?

Enter an JEdik.

/Ed. Ht's coming.

Bru. How accompanied ?

Md. With old Menenius, and thofe Senators
That always favour'd him.