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none but my self could move thee, I have been blown out of our Gates with sighs, and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary Countrymen. The good Gods asswage thy wrath, and turn the Dregs of it upon this Varlet here : This, who like a Block hath denied my Access to thee

Cor. Away.
Men, How, away?

Cor. Wife, Mother, Child, I know not. My Affairs
Are servanted to others : Though I owe
My Revenge properly, my Remission lyes
In Volscian Breasts. That we have been familiar,
Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Than pity : Note how much,

- therefore be gone.
Mine Ears against your Suits are stronger than
Your Gates against my Force. Yet för I loved thee,
Take this along, I writ it for thy fake,
And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius,
I will not hear thee speak. This Man, Aufidius,
Was my belov'd in Rome ; yet thou behold'st
Auf. You keep a constant temper

[Exeunt.
Manent the Guard and Medenius.
1 Wat. Now, Sir, is your name Menenius ?

2 Wat. 'Tis a Spell you see of much Power : You know the way home again.

1 Wat. Do you hear how we are fhent for keeping your Greatness back ?

2 Wat. What Cause do you think I have to swoon?

Men. I neither care for th' World, nor your General : for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, y’are so Night. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another : Let your General do his worft. For you, be that you are, long; and your Misery encrease with your Age. I say to you, as I was said to, Away. (Exit.

1 Wat. A noble Fellow, I warrant him.

2 War. The worthy Fellow is our General. He's the Rock, the Oak not to be wind-Thaken. [Exit Watch.

Enter Coriolanus and Aufidius.
Cor. We will before the Walls of Rome to morrow
Set down our Hoft. My Partner in this A&ion,
You must report to thVolscian Lords how plainly
I have born this Business.

Auf.

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Auf. Only their Ends you have respe&ted ;'stopt
Your Ears against the general Suit of Rome : 1
Never admitted a private Whisper, no not with such Friends
That thought them fure of you.

Cor. This last, old Man,
Whom with a crack'd Heart I have sent to Rome,
Lov'd me above the measure of a Father;
Nay, Godded me indeed. Their latest Resuge,
Was to send him, for whose old Love, I have
(Tho' I few'd low'ry to him) once more offer'd
The first Conditions, which they did refuse,
And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
That thought he could do more: A very little
I have yielded to. Fresh Embassie, and Suits,
Nor for the State, nor private Friends hereafter
Will I lend Ear to. Ha! what shour is this? [Shout within.
Shall I be tempted to infringe my Vow
In the same time 'tis madc? I will not.
Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, young Marcius, wirts

Attendanis.
My Wife comes foremost, then the honour'd Mould
Wherein this Trunk was fram'd, and in her Hard
The Grand-child to her Blood. But our Affe&tior,
All Bond and Privilege of Nature break;
Let it be Virtuous, to be Obstinate,
What is that Courelie worth? Orthose Dove's Eyes,
Which can make Gods for worn? I milt, and am not
Of stronger Earth than others : My Mother bow's,
As if Olympus to a Mole-hill should
In Supplication nod; and my young Buy
Hath an aspect of Intercellion, which
Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volscies
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never
Be such a Gosling to obey Illine : But land
As if a Man were Author of himlelf, and knew no other King

Dir. My Lord and Husband
Cor. These Eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.

Virg. The Sorrow that delivers us thus chang'd,
Makes you think so.

Cor. Like a dull A&or now, I have forgot my Part,
And I am out, even to a full Disgrace, Best of my Flesh,

Forgive

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Forgive my Tyranny, but do not say,
For that forgive our Romans. O a Kiss
Long as my Exile, sweet as my Revenge!
Now by the jealous Queen of Heaven, that Kiss
I carried from thee, Dear ; and my true Lip
Hath Virgin'd it e'er since. You Gods, I pray to you,
And the most noble Mother of the World
Leave unsaluted : Sink my Knee i'ch' Earth; [Kneels.
Of the deep Duty, more Impression shew
Than that of common Sons.
Vol. O stand

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bleft!
Whilst with no fofter Cushion than the Flint,
I kneel before thee, and unproperly
Shew Duty as mistaken all the while,

[Kneels. Between the Child and Parent.

Cor. What's this? Your Knees to me? i
To your Corrected Son?
Then let the Pebbles on the hungry Beach
Fillop the Stars: Then, let the mutinous Winds
Strike the proud Cedars 'gainst the fiery Sun:
Murd'ring imposibility to make
What cannot be, flight work.

Vol. Thou art my Warrior, I hope to frame thee,
Do you know this Lady?

Cor. The noble Sister of Poplicola :
The Moon of Rome, Chast as the Ificle,
That's curdied by the Frost from purest Snow,
And hangs on Dian's Temple : Dear Valeria

Vol. This is a poor Epitome of yours,
Which by th’interpretation of full time,
May shew like all your self.

Cor. The God of Soldiers,
With the consent of supream Jove, inform
Thy Thoughts with Nobleness, that thou may'st prove
To Shame unvulnerable, and strike i'th' Wars,
Like a great Sea-mark, standing every flaw,
And saving those that Eye thee.

Vol. Your Knee, Sirrah.
Cor. That's my brave Boy.

Vol. Even he, your Wife, this Lady, and my self,
Are Suiters to you.

Cor,

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Auf. Only their Ends you have refpe&ed;' fapt
Your Ears against the general Suit of Rome : }
Never admitted a private Whisper, no not with such Fri: s
That thought them sure of you.

Cor. This last, old Man,
Whom with a crack'd Heart I have sent to Rome,
Lov'd me above the measure of a Father;
Nay, Godded me indeed. Their latest Relucc,
Was to send him, for whose old Love, I have
(Tho' I shew'd fow'ry to him) once more offer'd
The first Conditions, which they did refuse,
And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
That thought he could do more: A very little
I have yielded to. Fresh Emballie, and Suits,
Nor for the State, nor private Friends hercafeer
Will I lend Ear to. Ha! what shour is this? !!
Shall I be tempted to infringe my Vow
In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, young Man,

Arrendans.
My Wife comes foremost, then the horo"r'da
Wherein this Trunk was fram'd, and in her birini

The Grand-child to her Blood. But our Attili,
All Bond and Privilege of Nature break;
Let it be Virtuous, to be Obstinate.
What is that Court'lie worth? Orthore Done;
Which can make Gods forsworn? I mili, ar
Of stronger Earth than others: My Michu
As if Olympus to a Mole-hill Mould
In Supplication nod; and my young By
Hath an aspect of Interceffion, which
Great Nature cries, Deny not. Lectia 1
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll retr
Be such a Gosling to obey Hilline : Biesz
As if a Man were Author of himielt, ardkie

Vir. My Lord and Husband
Cor. These Eyes are not the same I won!
Virg. The Sorrow that delivers us ifle,
Makes you think so.

Cor. Like a dull A&or now, I have !
And I am out, even to a full Disgrais

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Oak. Why doft not speak?
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