He dies to night. Men. Now the good Gods forbid, That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude Sic. He's a difease that must be cut away. What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? 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 fervice of the foot -Being once gangreen'd, it is not then respected Bru. We'll hear no more. Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Men. One word more, one word: This tiger-footed rage, when it fball find The harm of unskann'd fwiftnefs, will (too late) Bru. If'twere fo Sic. What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience, S I'll I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him 1 Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course Sic. Noble Menenius, Be you then as the people's officer. 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 way. Men. I'll bring him to you. Let me defire your company; he must come, 1 Sen. Pray, let's to him. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to CORIOLANUS's Houfe. Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles. Cor. L ET them pull all about mine ears, prefent me Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian Rock, Enter Volumnia. Nobl. You do the nobler. Cor. I mufe, my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont The The man I am! Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir, I would have had you put your Power well on, Cor. Let it go. Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With ftriving less to be fo. Leffer had been (16) The Thwartings of your difpofitions, if You had not fhew'd them how you were difpos'd 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, Vol. Pray, be counsell'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 faid, noble woman: (17) Before he should thus ftoop to th' Herd, but that (16) -Leffer had been The Things that thwart your Dispositions,] The old Copies exhibit it, The Things of your Difpofitions The A few Letters replac'd, that by fome Carelessness drop'd out, reftore us the Poet's genuine Reading; The Thwartings of your Difpofitions. (17) Before he thus should stoop to th' Heart, -] But how did Coriolanus ftoop to his Heart? he rather, as we vulgarly exprefs it, made his proud Heart ftoop to the Neceffity of the Times. I am perfuaded, my Emendation gives the true Reading. So, before, in this Play; Are these your Herd? The violent fit o'th' times craves it as phyfick Cor. What muft I do ? Men. Return to th' Tribunes. Cor. Well, what then? what then? Cor. For them? - I cannot do it for the Gods, Vol. You are too abfolute, Tho' therein you can never be too noble, But when Extremities fpeak. I've heard you fay, I'th' war do grow together: grant That, and tell me Cor. Tufh, tufh Men. A good demand. Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to feem Cor. Why force you this? Vol. Because it lies on you to speak to th' People: Which your heart prompts you to, but with fuch wodrs Now, this no more dishonours you at all, I would diffemble with my nature, where . So, in Julius Cæfar z When he perceiv'd, the common Herd was glad he refus'd the Crown, &c. And in many other Passages. I fhould I fhould do fo in honour. (18) I am in this Men. Noble Lady! Come, go with us, fpeak fair: you may falve fo Vol. I pr'ythee now, my Son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand, And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them) (18) (for in fuch business I'm in this Tour Wife, your Son: the Senators the Nobles, And You, &c.] The Pointing of the printed Copies makes ftark Nonsense of this Paffage. Volumnia is perfuading Coriolanus that he ought to flatter the People, as the general Fortune was at Stake; and fays, that, in this Advice, She speaks as his Wife, as his Son; as the Senate, and Body of the Patricians; who were in fome Measure link'd to his Condu&t. Mr. Warburton waving thy Head, (19) Which often, thus, correcting thy stout Heart.] But do any of the Ancient, or Modern Mafters of Elocution prescribe the waving the Head, when they treat of Action? Or how does the waving the Head correct the Stoutness of the Heart, or evidence Humility? Or laftly, where is the Sense or Grammar of these Words, Which often thus, &c These Questions are sufficient to fhew the abfurd Corruption of these Lines. I would read therefore; waving thy Hand, Which soften thus, correcting thy ftout Heart; This is a very proper Precept of Action fuiting the Occafion; Wave thy Hand, fays She, and foften the Action of it thus, then ftrike upon thy Breast, and by that Action shew he People thou haft corrected thy ftout Heart. All here is fine and proper. Mr. Warburton: S 3 Which |