Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Coriolanus with Nobles.
2085Death on the Wheele, or at wilde Horses heeles,
¶Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke,
¶That the precipitation might downe stretch
¶Be thus to them.
2090
Enter Volumnia.
¶Noble. You do the Nobler.
¶Do's not approue me further, who was wont
¶In Congregations, to yawne, be still, and wonder,
¶When one but of my ordinance stood vp
¶To speake of Peace, or Warre. I talke of you,
¶Why did you wish me milder? Would you haue me
¶The man I am.
¶I would haue had you put your power well on
¶Before you had worne it out.
2105Corio. Let go.
¶Vol. You might haue beene enough the man you are,
¶Corio. Let them hang.
¶Volum. I, and burne too.
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Enter Menenius with the Senators.
2115too rough: you must returne, and mend it.
¶Sen. There's no remedy,
2120I haue a heart as little apt as yours,
¶But yet a braine, that leades my vse of Anger
¶To better vantage.
2125The violent fit a'th' time craues it as Physicke
¶For the whole State; I would put mine Armour on,
¶Mene. Returne to th' Tribunes.
2130Corio. Well, what then? what then?
¶Corio. For them, I cannot do it to the Gods,
¶Must I then doo't to them?
2135Though therein you can neuer be too Noble,
¶Honor and Policy, like vnseuer'd Friends,
¶I'th' Warre do grow together: Grant that, and tell me
¶In Peace, what each of them by th' other loose,
2140That they combine not there?
¶Mene. A good demand.
¶With Honour, as in Warre; since that to both
¶Corio. Why force you this?
¶Now it lyes you on to speake to th' people:
¶Not by your owne instruction, nor by'th' matter
¶Which your heart prompts you, but with such words
¶That are but roated in your Tongue;
2155Though but Bastards, and Syllables
¶Of no allowance, to your bosomes truth.
¶Now, this no more dishonors you at all,
¶Then to take in a Towne with gentle words,
¶Which else would put you to your fortune, and
2160The hazard of much blood.
¶My Fortunes and my Friends at stake, requir'd
¶Your Wife, your Sonne: These Senators, the Nobles,
2165And you, will rather shew our generall Lowts,
¶How you can frowne, then spend a fawne vpon 'em,
¶For the inheritance of their loues, and safegard
¶Of what that want might ruine.
¶Menen. Noble Lady,
¶Of what is past.
¶Volum. I pry thee now, my Sonne,
¶Goe to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand,
2175And thus farre hauing stretcht it (here be with them)
¶Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant
¶More learned then the eares, wauing thy head,
¶Which often thus correcting thy stout heart,
2180Now humble as the ripest Mulberry,
¶That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
¶Thou art their Souldier, and being bred in broyles,
¶Were fit for thee to vse, as they to clayme,
2185In asking their good loues, but thou wilt frame
¶Menen. This but done,
2190For they haue Pardons, being ask'd, as free,
¶As words to little purpose.
¶Volum. Prythee now,
¶Goe, and be rul'd: although I know thou hadst rather
¶Follow thine Enemie in a fierie Gulfe,
2195Then flatter him in a Bower.
Enter Cominius.
¶Here is Cominius.
¶Com. I haue beene i'th' Market place: and Sir 'tis fit
¶spirit.
¶Prythee now say you will, and goe about it.
¶A Lye, that it must beare well? I will doo't:
2210And throw't against the Winde. To th' Market place:
¶You haue put me now to such a part, which neuer
¶Com. Come, come, wee'le prompt you.
¶To haue my praise for this, performe a part
¶Thou hast not done before.
2220Some Harlots spirit: My throat of Warre be turn'd,
¶Which quier'd with my Drumme into a Pipe,
¶Small as an Eunuch, or the Virgin voyce
¶Tent in my cheekes, and Schoole-boyes Teares take vp
¶Make motion through my Lips, and my Arm'd knees
¶Who bow'd but in my Stirrop, bend like his
¶That hath receiu'd an Almes. I will not doo't,
2230And by my Bodies action, teach my Minde
¶Volum. At thy choice then:
¶To begge of thee, it is my more dis-honor,
¶Then thou of them. Come all to ruine, let
2235Thy Mother rather feele thy Pride, then feare
¶With as bigge heart as thou. Do as thou list,
¶But owe thy Pride thy selfe.
2240Corio. Pray be content:
¶Mother, I am going to the Market place:
¶Chide me no more. Ile Mountebanke their Loues,
¶Cogge their Hearts from them, and come home belou'd
¶Of all the Trades in Rome. Looke, I am going:
2245Commend me to my Wife, Ile returne Consull,
¶Or neuer trust to what my Tongue can do
¶I'th way of Flattery further.
2250To answer mildely: for they are prepar'd
¶Then are vpon you yet.
¶Corio. The word is, Mildely. Pray you let vs go,
¶Let them accuse me by inuention: I
2255Will answer in mine Honor.
¶Menen. I, but mildely.
