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He dies to night.

Men. Now the good Gods forbid,
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Tow'rds her deserving children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own !
Sic. He's a disease that must be cut

Men. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a disease ; .
Mortal, to cut it off ; to cure it, easie.
What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death?
Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost
(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 lose it by his Country,
Were to us all that do't, and suffer it,
A brand to th' end o'th' world.

Sic. This is clean kamme.

Bru. Meerly awry: when he did love his Country,
It honour'd him.

Men. The service of the foot
Being once gangreen'd, it is not then respected
For what before it was

Bru. We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, 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 shall find
The harm of unskann'd swiftness, will (too late)
Tye leaden pounds to’s heels. Proceed by process,
Left Parties (as he is belov'd) break out,
And fack great Rome with Romans.

Bru. If 'twere so
Sic. What do


talk ?
Have we not had a taste of his obedience,
Our Ædiles smote, our felves resisted ? come

Men. Consider this; he hath been bred i'th' wars
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill-school'd
In boulted language ; meal and bran together
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,



I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he shall answer by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmost peril.

i Sen. Noble Tribunes,
It is the humane way: the other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.

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

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 first

Men. I'll bring him to you.
Let me desire your company; he must come,
Or what is worst will follow.
i Sen. Pray, let's to him.

[Exeurt. SCENE changes to CORIOLANUS's Haufe.

Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles. Cor. ET them pull all about mine ears, present me

Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian Rock, That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of fight, yet will I fill Be thus to them.

Enter Volumnia.
Nobl. You do the nobler.

Cor. I muse, my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats; to few bare heads
In congregations, yawn, be still, and wonder,
When one but of


Ordinance itocd up
To speak of Peace or War ; (I talk of you)


wish me milder? wou'd you have me False to my nature ? rather say, I play


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The man I am.

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

Cor. Let it go

Vol. You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be fo. Lesler had been (16)
The Thwartings of your dispofitions, if
You had not shew'd them how you were dispos'd
Ere they lack'd power to cross 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 must return, and mend it.

Sen. There's no remedy,
Unless, by not so doing, our good City
Cleave in the midst, and perilh .

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

Men. Well said, noble woman :
(17) Before he should thus stoop to th' Herd, but that

The Leffer had been The Things that thwart your Dispositions, ] The old Copies exhibit it,

The Things of your Dispositions A few Letters replac'd, that by some Carelessness drop'd out, ieftore us the Poet's genuine Reading;

The Thwartings of your Dispositions. (17) Before he thus should stoop to th' Heart, -] But how did Coriolanus stoop to his Heart: he rather, as we vulgarly express it, made his proud Heart Atoop to the Neceffity of the Times. I am persuaded, my Emendation gives the true Reading. So, before, in this Play ; Are these your Herd!

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The violent fit o'th' times craves it as phyfick
For the whole State, I'd put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.

Cor. What muft 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 absolute,
Tho' therein you can never be too noble,
But when Extremities speak. I've heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever'd Friends,
I'th' war do grow together : grant That, and tell me
In peace, what each of them by th' other loses,
That they combine not there?

Cor. Tush, tush
Men. A good demand.

Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to seem
The same you are not, which for your best ends
You call your policy : how is’t less, or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With Honour, as in War; fince that to both
It stands in like requeft ?

Cor. Why force you this ?

Vol. Because it lies on you to speak to th' People:
Not by your own instruction, nor by th' matter


prompts you to, but with such wodrs But roated in your tongues bastards, and syllables Of no allowance, to your

bosom's truth.
Now, this no more dishonours you at all,
Than to take in a Town with gentle words,
Which else would put you to your fortune, and
The hazard of much blood.
I would dissemble with my nature, where
My fortunes, and my friends, at stake requir'd,
. So, in Julius Caefar ;

When he perceiv’d, the common Herd was glad he refus'd the
Crown, &c.
And in many other passages,

I should

I should do so in honour. (18) I am in this
Your Wife, your Son, these Senators, the Nobles.-
And you will rather shew our general lowts
How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon 'em,
For the inheritance.of their loves, and safeguard
Of what that Want might ruin !

Men. Noble Lady!
Come, go with us, speak fair : you may falve fo
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is paft.

Vol. I proythee now, my Son,
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand,
And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them)
Thy knec bussing the stones ; (for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant
More learned than the ears ;) (19) waving thy head,


- I'm in this
Tour Wife, your Son : the Senators the Nobles,

And Tou, &c.] The Pointing of the printed copies makes fark Nonsense of this Passage. Volumnia is persuading Coriolanus that he ought to facer the People, as the general Fortune was at Stake ; and says, that, in this Advice, She speaks as his wife, as his Son ; as the Senate, and Body of the Pa. tricians; who were in fomc Measure link'd to his Condut.

Ms. Warburton (19)

· waving thy Head,
Which often, thus, corre&ting thy stout Heart.) But do any
of the Ancient, or Modern Masters of Elocution prescribe the
waving the Head, when they treat of A&ion? Or how does
the .waving the Head correct the Stoutness of the Heart,
or evidence Humility ? Or lastly, where is the Sense or Gram-
mar of these Words, Which often thus, &c? These Questions
are sufficient to shew the absurd Corruption of these Lines. I
would read therefore;

- waving thy Hand,
Which soften thus, correcting thy sout Heart;
This is a very proper Precept of A&ion suiting the Occasion ;
Wave thy Hand, says She, and soften the A&ion of it thus,

then strike upon thy Breast, and by that Adion New he People thou haft corre&ted thy ftour Heart. All here is fine and proper.



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