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Which soften, thus, corre&ting thy ftout heart,
Now humble as the ripest Mulberry,
That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their Soldier, and, being bred in broils,
Haft not the soft way, which thou doft confess
Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
In asking their good loves ; but thou wilt frame
Thy self (forsooth) hereafter theirs so far,
As thou hast power and perfon.

Men. This but done,
Ev'n as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours:
For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free,
As words to little purpose.

Vol. Pr'ythee now,
Go and be ruld: altho', I know, thou'dit racher
Follow thine enemy in a fiery Gulf
Than flatter him in a bower.

Enter Cominius.
Here is Cominius.

Com. I've been i'th' Market-place, and, Sir, 'tis
You have strong Party, or defend your self
By calmness, or by absence: all's in anger.
Men. Only, fair speech.

Com. I think, 'twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his fpirit.

Vol. He must and will :
Prythee now, say you will, and go about it,

Cor. Must I go fhew them my unbarbed sconce ?
Must my


tongue give to my noble heart A lie, that it most bear? well, I will do't : (20) Yet were there but this single Plot to lose,

This (20) Tet were there but this fingle Plot, to tofe

This Mould of Marcius, ) The Pointing of all the Impresions fhews, the Editors did not undertand this Passage. What Plot is this, they are dreaming of, to lose the Mould of Marcius ? --- But Plet and Mould are but one and the same things and mean no more than the Flesh and Substance of Marcius's Body. “ Were there no other Consequences annex*d, fays

“ He,

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

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

Vol. Ay, prythee now, fweet Son; as thou hast said,
My praises made thee firft a Soldier, fo,
To have my praise for this, perform a Part
Thou hast not done before.

Cor. Well, I must do't:
Away, my Disposition, 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 asleep! the smiles of Knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and school-boys' tears take up
The glasses of my fight ! a Beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knces,
Which bow'd but in my ftirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms ! I will not do't,
Left I surcease 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 difhonour,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin, let
Thy Mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness : for I mock at Death
With as big heart as thou. Do, as thou lift :
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me:
But own thy pride thy self,

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 Consul,

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Or never trust 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 self to answer mildly: for they're prepar'd
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.

Cor. The word is, mildly.--- Pray you, let us go,
Let them accuse me by invention ; I
Will answer in mine honour.

Men. Ay, but mildly.
Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. [Exeunt.

SCEN E changes to the FORUM.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.


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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 distributed. What, will he come ?

Enter an Ædile.
Æd. He's coming.
Bru. How accompanied ?

Æd. With old Menenius, and those Senators
That always favour'd him.

Sit. Have you a catalogue
Of all the voices that we have procurd,
Set down by th' poll?

Æd. I have ; 'tis ready, here.
Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes ?
Æd. I have.

Sic. Affemble presently the People hither,
And, when they hear me say, It shall be so,

I'th' right and strength o'th' Commons; (be it either For Death, for Fine, or Banishment,) then let them, If I say Fine, cry Fine; if Death, cry Death ; Infiting on the old Prerogative

And And Power i'th' truth o'th' Cause. Enter the Ædile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye People.

Æd. I will inform them.

Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a Din confus'd
Inforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence.

Æd. 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 Ædile
Put him to choler streight ; 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 lookę
With us to break his neck.
Enter Coriolanus, Menenius and Cominias with others,

Sic. Well, here he comes.
Men. Calmly, I do beseech you.

Cor. Ay, as an hoitler, that for the poorest piece
Will bear the Knave by th' volume :

The honour'd Gods Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Justice Supply with worthy men, (21) plant love amongst you, Throng our large Temples with the shews of peace, And not our streets with war!

i Sen. Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish.


plant Love among rosa
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 Alat Nonsente. There is no Verb either expreft, or understood, that can govern the latter Part of the Sentence. I have no Doubt of my Emendation restoring the Text rightly, because Mr. Warburton started the fame Conje&ure, unknowing that I had meddled with thc Pars sage.

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Æd. List to your Tribunes : audience ;
Peace, I say.

Cor. First, hear me speak.
Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho.

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

Sic. I do demand,
If you submit you to the People's voices,
Allow their Officers, and are content
To suffer lawful Censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you ?

Cor. I am content.
Men. Lo, Citizens, he says, he is content :
The warlike service he has done, consider ;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which shew
Like Graves i'th' holy Church-yard.
Cor. Scratches with briars, scars to move Laughter

Men. Consider 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 say, such as become a Soldier.
Rather than envy, you

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,
That being past for Consul with full voice,
I'm so disonour'd, that the very hour

do not take His rougher Actions for malicious Sounds :) I have no manner of Apprehension how a Man's A&tions can be mistaken for Words. It would be very absurd, as well as extraordinary, were I to do a fancy Thing in Company, for the Person of fended to rell 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 Coriolanus's diftinguifing Characteristicks,


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