Which foften, thus, correcting thy ftout heart,
Now humble as the ripest 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 use, 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 fhe fpeaks, why, all their hearts were yours: For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free,

As words to little purpofe.

Vol. Pr'ythee now,

Go and be rul'd: altho', I know, thou'dst rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery Gulf

Than flatter him in a bower.

Here is Cominius.

Enter Cominius.

Com. I've been i'th' Market-place, and, Sir, 'tis
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. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed sconce?
Muft my bafe tongue give to my noble heart

A lie, that it muft bear? well, I will do't:
(20) Yet were there but this fingle Plot to lofe,

(20) Tet were there but this single Plot, to lofe

This

This Mould of Marcius,] The Pointing of all the Impreffions fhews, the Editors did not understand this Paffage. What Plot is this, they are dreaming of, to lose the Mould of Marcius?--- But Plot and Mould are but one and the same Thing ; and mean no more than the Flesh and Subftance of Marcins's Body. "Were there no other Confequences annex'd, fays

"He,

This mould of Marcius, they to duft fhould grind it,
And throw't against the wind. To th' Market-place!
You've put me now to fuch a Part, which never
I fhall discharge to th' life.

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

Vol. Ay, pr'ythee now, fweet Son; as thou haft said, My praises made thee first a Soldier, fo,

To have my praise for this, perform a Part
Thou haft not done before.

Cor. Well, I must do't:

Away, my Difpofition, and poffefs 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 school-boys' tears take up
The glaffes 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
That hath receiv'd an alms!

I will not do't,
Left I furcease to honour mine own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach my mind,
A most inherent baseness.

Vol. At thy choice then:

To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin, let
Thy Mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous ftoutnefs: for I mock at Death
With as big heart as thou. Do, às 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,
Of all the Trades in Rome.
Commend me to my Wife.

and come home belov'd
Look, I am going:
I'll return Conful,

"He, than the Destruction of my Body, they fhould grind it "to Powder,

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 answer mildly: for they're prepar'd
With accufations, as I hear, more strong
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 changes to the FORUM.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.

Br. Tyrannic Power: if he evade us there,

N this point charge him home, that he affects

Inforce him with his envy to the People,
And that the Spoil, got on the Antiates,'
Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come ?

Enter an Edile.

Ed. He's coming.

Bru. How accompanied ?

Ed. With old Menenius, and thofe Senators

That always favour'd him.

Sic. Have you a catalogue

Of all the voices that we have procur'd,

Set down by th' poll?

Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here.

Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes?
Ed. I have.

Sie. Affemble presently the People hither,

And, when they hear me fay, It fhall be so,

I'th' right and ftrength o'th' Commons; (be it either For Death, for Fine, or Banifhment,) then let them, If I fay Fine, cry Fine; if Death, cry Death; Infifting on the old Prerogative

And

And Power i'th' truth o'th' Caufe.

Ed. I will inform them.

•Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a Din confus'd

Inforce the prefent execution

Of what we chance to fentence.

Ed. Very well.

Sic. Make them be strong and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give't them.

Bru. Go about it.

[Exit Edile

Put him to choler ftreight; he hath been us'd
Ever to conquer, and to have his word

Of contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temp'rance; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and That is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

Enter Coriolanus, Menenius and Cominius with others.

Sic. Well, here he comes.

Men. Calmly, I do beseech you.

Cor. Ay, as an hoftler, that for the poorest piece

Will bear the Knave by th' volume:

Gods

The honour'd

Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Justice

Supply with worthy men, (21) plant love amongst you, Throng our large Temples with the fhews of peace, And not our ftreets with war!

I Sen. Amen, amen!

Men. A noble wish.

(21)

plant Love among Tast

Through our large Temples with the Shews of Peace,

And not our Streets with War.] Though this be the Reading of all the Copies, it is flat Nonfenfe. There is no Verb either expreft, or understood, that can govern the latter Part of the Sentence. I have no Doubt of my Emendation reftoring the Text rightly, because Mr. Warburton started the fame Conjecture, unknowing that I had meddled with the Paf fage.

Enter the Edile with the Plebeians.

Sic. Draw near, ye People.

Ed. Lift to your Tribunes: audience; Peace, I fay.

Cor. Firft, hear me fpeak.

Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho.

Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this prefent? Muft all determine here?

Sic. I do demand,

If you fubmit you to the People's voices,
Allow their Officers, and are content
To fuffer lawful Cenfure for fuch faults
As fhall be prov'd upon you?

Cor. I am content.

Men. Lo, Citizens, he fays, he is content :
The warlike fervice he has done, confider;

Think on the wounds his body bears, which fhew
Like Graves i'th' holy Church-yard.

Cor. Scratches with briars, fcars to move Laughter only.

Men. Confider further :

That when he speaks not like a Citizen,

You find him like a Soldier; (22) do not take
His rougher accents for malicious founds :

But, as I fay, fuch as become a Soldier.

Rather than envy, you

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,

That being paft for Conful with full voice,
I'm fo difhonour'd, that the very hour

(22)

do not take

His rougher Actions for malicious Sounds: ] 1 have no manner of Apprehenfion how a Man's Actions can be mistaken for Words. It would be very abfurd, as well as extraordinary, were I to do a faucy Thing in Company, for the Perfon offended to tell me, Sir, you give me very impudent Language. This would be, certainly, taking Actions for Sounds: —— We may remember, a Roughness of Accent was one of Coriolanu:"s diftinguishing Characteristicks,

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