de you, when you have push'd out your gates the very fender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your fhield, think to front his revenges with the eafy groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the palfied interceffion of fuch a decay'd dotant as you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with fuch weak breath as this? No, you are deceiv'd; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your execution you are condemn'd, our general has fworn you out of reprieve and pardon. MEN. Sirrah, If thy captain knew I were here, he would ufe me with estimation. 2 G. Come, my captain knows you not. MEN. I mean, thy general. 1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I fay, go, left I let forth your half pint of blood;-back,—that's the utmost of your having :-back. MEN. Nay, but fellow, fellow, Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. COR. What's the matter? MEN. Now, you companion, I'll fay an errand for you; you shall know now, that I am in eftimation; you shall perceive, that a Jack guardant cannot office me from my fon Coriolanus: guefs, but by my entertainment with him, if thou ftand'ft not i' the state of hanging, or of fome death more long in fpectatorship, and crueller in fuffering; behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. The glorious gods fit in hourly fynod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does! O, my fon! my fon! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to thee: but being affured, none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with fighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The good gods affuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like a block, hath denied my access to thee. COR. Away! MEN. How! away? COR. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs Are fervanted to others: Though I owe My revenge properly, my remiffion lies In Volcian breafts. That we have been familiar, Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be gone. I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius, Was the my belov'd in Rome : yet thou behold'st AUF. You keep a constant temper. [Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. IG. Now, fir, is your name Menenius. 2 G. 'Tis a fpell, you fee, of much power: You know way home again. 1 G. Do you hear how we are fhent for keeping your greatnefs back? 2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to fwoon? MEN. I neither care for the world, nor your general : for fuch things as you, I can fcarce think there's any, you are fo flight. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another. Let your general do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and your mifery in crease with your age! I fay to you, as I was said tó, Away! 1 G. A noble fellow, I warrant him. [Exit. 2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-fhaken. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Tent of CORIOLANUS. Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and Others. COR. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow Set down our hoft.—My partner in this action, You must report to the Volcian lords, how plainly I have borne this business. AUF. Only their ends You have refpected; ftopp'd your ears against COR. This laft old man, Whom with a crack'd heart I have fent to Rome, Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge I have yielded too: Fresh embaffies, and fuits, In the fame time 'tis made? I will not. Enter, in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, leading young Marcius, VALERIA, and Attendants. My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Let it be virtuous, to be obftinate.— What is that curt'fy worth? or those doves' eyes, In fupplication nod: and my young boy Great nature cries, Deny not.-Let the Volces And knew no other kin. VIRG. My lord and husband! COR. These eyes are not the fame I wore in Rome. VIRG. The forrow, that delivers us thus chang'd, Makes you think fo. COR. Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Leave unfaluted: Sink, my knee, i' the earth; [kneels. Than that of common fons. VOL. V. N VOL. O, ftand up bless'd! Whilft, with no fofter cufhion than the flint, COR. What is this? Your knees to me? to your corrected fon? What cannot be, flight work. VOL. Thou art my warrior; I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? The moon of Rome; chafte as the icicle, COR. The god of foldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform [kneels. Thy thoughts with noblenefs; that thou may'st prove To fhame unvulnerable, and ftick i' the wars Like a great fea-mark, ftanding every flaw, And faving those that eye thee! VOL. Your knee, firrah. COR. That's my brave boy. VOL. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Are fuitors to you. COR. I beseech you, peace: Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; |