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..) Com. Nay, come away:

7 (Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius Sen. This Man has marr'd bis Fortune. Men. His Nature is too noble for the World: He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident, Or Jove, for's power to Thunder: His Heart's his Mouth: What his Breast forges, that his Tongue mult vent ; And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of Death.

[ A noise within. Here's goodly work.

2 Sen. I would they were a-bed.

Mon. I would they were in Tyber.
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the Rabble again,
Scc. Where is this Viper,
That would depopulate the City, and be every Man himself?

Men. You worthy Tribunes

S.c. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock
With rigorous Hands; he hath sefifted Law,
And therefore Law shall scorn him further Trial
Than the severity of the Publick Power,
Which he so sets at nought.

i Cit. He shall well know the noble Tribunes are The Peoples Mouths, and we their Hands.

All'He Mall sure out.
Men. Sir, Sir..
Sic. Peace.

Men. Do not cry havock, where you should but bunt
With modest warrant.

Sic. Sir, how comes it that you have holp
To make this rescue?

Men. Hear me speak; as I do koow
The Conful's worthiness, so can I name his Faultsona

Sic. Consull-what Consul?
Men. The Consul Coriolanus.
Bru. Ke Consul!
All. No, no, no, no, no.

Men. If by the Tribunes leave,

yours, good People,

I may be heard, I would crave a word or two,

The which shall turn you to no further harm,
Than so much lofs of time.

Sic. Speak bricfly then,
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperoos Traitor; to ejet him hence
Were but one Danger, and to keep him here
Our certain Death; therefore it is decreed,
He dies to Night.

Men. Now the good Gods forbid,
That our Renowned Rome, whose Gratitude
Towards her deserved Children, is enrollid
In Joue's own Book, like an unnatural Dam
Should now eat up her own.

Sic. He's a Disease that must be cut away.

Men. Oh, he's a Limb, that has but a Disease ;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easie.
What has be done to Rome, that's worthy Death?
Killing our Enemies, the Blood he hath lost
(Which I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an Ounce) he dropt it for his Country:
And what is left, to lose it by his Country,
Were co us all that do't, and fuffer it
A brand to th'end o'th' World.

Sic. This is clean kam.

Bru. Meerly awry:
When he did love his Country, it honour'd him.

Men. The service of the Foot,
Being once gangreen'd, is not then refpe&ted
For what before it was-

Bru. We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his House, and pluck him thence,
Left his Infe&ion, being of a catching nature,
Spread further.

Men. One word more, one word :
This Tiger-footed-rage, when it shall find
The harm of unskann'd swiftness, will (coo late)
Tye leaden pounds co's Heels. Proceed by Process,
Left Parties (as he is belov’d) break out,
And fack great Rome with Romaws.

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Bru. If it were som

Sic. What do ye talk?
Have we not had a taste of bis Obedience?
Our Adiles (m te, our selves resisted, come

Men. Consider this; he hath been bred ith? Wars
Since he could draw a Sword, and is ill-school'd
In boulted La"guage, Meal and Bran together
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him in peace,
Where he shall answer by a lawful Form,
In peace, to his utmost peril.

I Sen. Noble Tribunes,
It is the human way: The other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.

Sic. Noble Mexenius, be you thin as the Peoples Officer. Mafters, lay down your Weapons.

Bru. Go not home.

Sic. Meet on the Market-place; we'll atter.d you there,
Where, if you bring not Martins, we'll proceed
In our first way.

Men. I'll bring him to you.
Let me desire your Company; he must come,
Or what is worst will follow.
i Sen. Pray you let's to him.

Enter Coriolanus with Nobles.
Cor. Let them pull all about mine Ears, present me
Death on the Wheel, or at wild Horses heels,
Or pile ten Hills on the Tarpeian Rock,
That the Precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.

Enter Volumpia.
Noble. You do the Nobler.

Cor. I muse, my Mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them Woollen Vallals, things created
To buy and sell with Groats, to thew bare Heads
In Congregations, to yawni, be still, and wonder,
When one but of my Ordinance stood up
To Speak of Peace, or War. I talk of you,


Cor. Let's go

Why did you with me milder? Wou'd you have me
Falle to my Nature? Rather say, I play
The Man I am.

Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir.
I would have had you put your Power well on,
Before you had worn it out. .

Vol. You might have been enough the Man you are,
With striving less to be so. Leller had been
The things that thwart your Dispositions, if
You had not shew'd them how ye were dispos'd
E’er they lack'd power to cross you.

Cor. Let them hang.
Vol. Ay, and burn too. :

Enter Menenius with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough: You must return, and mend it.

Sen. There's no Remedy,
Unless by not so doing, our good City
Cleave in the midst, and perish.

Vo. Pray be counsellid;
I have a Heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a Brain that leads my use of Anger
To better vantage.

Men. Well said, noble Woman:
Before he should thus ftoop to th' Heart, but that
The violent Fit o'th' Times craves it as Phyfick
For the whole State, I would put mine Armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.

Cor. What must I do?
Men. Return to th' Tribunes.
Cor. Well, what then? what then?
Men. Repent what you have spoke.

Cor. For them? I cannot do it for the Gods,
Must I then do't to them?

Vol. You are too absolute,
Tho' therein you can never be too Noble,
But when Extremities speak. I have heard you say,
·Honour and Policy, like unsever'd Friends,
I'ch' War do grow together: Grant that, and tell me


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J'aime fi.! { Vol. If it be Honour in your Wars, co seem 1 91W The same you are not, which for your best ends it You adopt your Policy: How is it less or worse. ~ ¥I That it shall hold Companionship in Peace L' A With Honour, as in War; fince that to both : It stands in like request.

Cor. Why force you this?

Vol. Because, that
Now it lyes you on to speak to the People :
Not by your own Inftru&ion, nor by the Matter
Which your Heart prompts you to, but with such Words
That are but roated in your Tongue ..
Tho' but Bastards, acd Syllables
Of no Allowance, to your Borom's Truth.
Now, this no more Dilhonours you at all,
Than to take in a Town with gentle Words,
Which else would pur you to your Fortune, and
The hazard of much Blood.
I would dissemble with my Nature, where
My Fortunes and my Friends at Stake, requir'd
I should do so in Honour. I am in this
Your Wife, your Son: These Sedators, the Nobles,
And you, will rather thew our general Lowes,
How you can frown, ihan spend a Fawn upon 'cm,
For thé Inheritance of their Loves and Safegard
Of what that Want might ruin.

Men. Noble Lady!
Come go with us, speak fair: You may salve fo,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
of what is past.

Vol. I prithee now, my Son,
Go to them, with this Bonnet in thy Hand,
And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them)
Thy Knee bulling ihe Stones: For in such Business,
Adicon is Eloquence, and the Eyes of th' Ignorant
Mor Learned than the Ears, waving by Head,
Which often thus corređing, thy stout Heart


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