Vol. Thou art my warrior; I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady? Cor. The noble sister of Publiccla, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle That's curded by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria! Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours, Cor. Vol. Which by the interpretation of full time The god of soldiers, 70 Thy thoughts with nobleness, that thou mayst prove Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw And saving those that eye thee! Cor. That's my brave boy! Your knee, sirrah. Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady and myself Cor. I beseech you, peace: Or, if you 'ld ask, remember this before: The thing I have forsworn to grant may never 80 Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Vol. Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate Again with Rome's mechanics: tell me not O, no more, no more! For we have nothing else to ask, but that That, if you fail in our request, the blame May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us. Cor. Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we 'll 90 Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request? Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment And state of bodies would bewray what life We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, ΙΟΙ Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow; Our wish, which side should win; for either thou With manacles thorough our streets, or else These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee III Vir. Boy. Rather to show a noble grace to both parts 121 Ay, and mine, A' shall not tread on me; I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. To save the Romans, thereby to destroy 130 [Rising. The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us, Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volsces 141 For making up this peace!' Thou know'st, great son, |