Which you deny already. Yet we will ask, We've led fince thy Exile. Think with thy felf, Are we come hither; fince thy fight, which fhould 2 forts, * Conftrains them weep, and shake with fear and forrow; An eminent calamity, tho' we had Our wifh, which fide fhould win. For either thou With manacles thorough our ftreet; or else Thefe wars determine. If I can't perfuade thee 2 Conftrains them weep, and the cye to weep, and the heart to (Trust (Trust to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb, That brought thee to this world. Virg. Ay, and mine too, That brought you forth this Boy, to keep your name Living to time. Boy: He fhall not tread on me: I'll run away 'till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. -- Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. If it were fo, that our request did tend The Volfcians whom you ferve, you might condemn us, To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'th' air, 3--the fine frains] The niceties, the refinements. And yet to change thy ful- Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, fpeak you ? He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, Boy; Perhaps, thy childifhnefs will move him more Than can our reafons. There's no man in the world When fhe, poor hen, fond of no fecond brood, Than pity to our prayers. Down; down; and end; Like him by chance. Yet give us our dispatch. And then I'll speak a little, Cor. O mother, mother! [Holds her by the hands, filent, What have you done? behold the heav'ns do ope, The Gods look down, and this unnatural fcene, They laugh at. Oh, my mother, mother! oh! You've won a happy victory to Rome; But for your fon-believe it, oh, believe it 5 Like one th' Stocks.-] Keep me in a state of ignominy, talking to no purpose. 6 Does reafon our petition] Does argue for us and our peti tion. Moft Moft dang'rously you have with him prevail'd, Cor. I dare be fworn, you were; Mine eyes to fweat Compaffion. But, good Sir, Auf. I'm glad, thou'ft fet thy mercy and thy honour [Afide. [The Ladies make figns to Coriolanus Cor. Ay, by and by; but we will drink together; And you fhall bear [To Vol. Virg. &c. A better witnefs back than words, which we, On like conditions will have counter-feal'd. * Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deferve 8 Cor. Come, enter with us; Ladies, you deferve, &c.],' This fpeech beginning at, La dies, you deferve-which is abfurdly given to Coriolanus, belongs to Aufidius. For it cannot be fuppofed that the other, amidft all the diforder of violent and contrary paffions, could be calm and difengaged enough to make fo gallant a compliment to the ladies. Let us farther obferve from this fpeech where he fays, all the fawords In Italy, and her confed'rate arms, And from that a little before, Plough Rome, and barrow Italy; The fpeech fuits Aufidius just- Та To have a Temple built you: all the fwords Men. SCENE [Exeunt. IV. The Forum in Rome. Enter Menenius and Sicinius. EE you yond coin o'th' Capitol, yond corner-ftone? SE Sic. Why, what of that? Men. If it be poffible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is fome hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I fay there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenc'd, and stay upon execution. Sic. Is't poffible, that fo fhort a time can alter the condition of a man? Men. There is difference between a grub and a butterfly, yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon; he has wings, he's more than a creeping thing. Sic. He lov'd his mother dearly. The Men. So did he me; and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight years old horse. tartness of his face fours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground fhrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corflet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He fits in State as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. 9 Than an eight years old horfe.] going note he was faid to fit in Subintelligitur remembers his dam. gold. The phrafe as a thing made WARBURTON. for Alexander, means, He fits in ftate,] In the fore-made to resemble Alexander. as one |