Which foften, thus, correcting thy ftout heart, That will not hold the handling: or fay to them, 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 Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. Enter Cominius. Com. I've been i'th' Market-place, and, Sir, 'tis Com. I think, 'twill ferve, if he Vol. He muft and will: Pr'ythee now, fay you will, and go about it, Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed sconce? A lie, that it muft bear? well, I will do't: (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, 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 Cor. Well, I must do't: Away, my Difpofition, and poffefs me I will not do't, Vol. At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour, Cor. Pray, be content : Mother, I'm going to the Market-place: Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, and come home belov'd "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. Cor. The word is, mildly.- Pray you, let us go. 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, 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? 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 Of contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot 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, Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, Citizens, he fays, he is content : Think on the wounds his body bears, which fhew 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 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, (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, You |