Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Enter Coriolanus and Auffidius.
¶Corio. We will before the walls of Rome to morrow
¶Set downe our Hoast. My partner in this Action,
¶You must report to th' Volcian Lords, how plainly
¶That thought them sure of you.
¶Whom with a crack'd heart I haue sent to Rome,
¶Lou'd me, aboue the measure of a Father,
¶Nay godded me indeed. Their latest refuge
¶And cannot now accept, to grace him onely,
¶That thought he could do more: A very little
3365Nor from the State, nor priuate friends heereafter
¶Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
¶In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
¶
Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, yong Martius,
3370with Attendants.
¶My wife comes formost, then the honour'd mould
¶Wherein this Trunke was fram'd, and in her hand
¶The Grandchilde to her blood. But out affection,
¶All bond and priuiledge of Nature breake;
3375Let it be Vertuous to be Obstinate.
¶Which can make Gods forsworne? I melt, and am not
¶Of stronger earth then others: my Mother bowes,
¶As if Olympus to a Mole-hill should
3380In supplication Nod: and my yong Boy
¶Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volces
¶Plough Rome, and harrow Italy, Ile neuer
3385As if a man were Author of himself, & knew no other kin
¶Makes you thinke so.
3390Corio. Like a dull Actor now, I haue forgot my part,
¶Forgiue my Tyranny: but do not say,
¶Long as my Exile, sweet as my Reuenge!
¶I carried from thee deare; and my true Lippe
¶Hath Virgin'd it ere since. You Gods, I pray,
¶And the most noble Mother of the world
¶Then that of common Sonnes.
¶I kneele before thee, and vnproperly
3405Shew duty as mistaken, all this while,
¶Betweene the Childe, and Parent.
¶Corio. What's this? your knees to me?
¶To your Corrected Sonne?
¶Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach
3410Fillop the Starres: Then, let the mutinous windes
¶Strike the proud Cedars 'gainst the fiery Sun:
¶What cannot be, slight worke.
¶Volum. Thou art my Warriour, I hope to frame thee
3415Do you know this Lady?
¶And hangs on Dians Temple: Deere Valeria.
3420Volum. This is a poore Epitome of yours,
¶Which by th' interpretation of full time,
¶Corio. The God of Souldiers:
¶Like a great Sea-marke standing euery flaw,
¶Volum. Your knee, Sirrah.
3430Corio. That's my braue Boy.
¶Are Sutors to you.
¶Or if you'ld aske, remember this before;
3435The thing I haue forsworne to graunt, may neuer
¶Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
¶Againe, with Romes Mechanickes. Tell me not
3440My Rages and Reuenges, with your colder reasons.
¶Volum. Oh no more, no more:
¶You haue said you will not grant vs any thing:
¶Which you deny already: yet we will aske,
3445That if you faile in our request, the blame
¶Corio. Auffidius, and you Volces marke, for wee'l
¶Heare nought from Rome in priuate. Your request?
3450And state of Bodies would bewray what life
¶How more vnfortunate then all liuing women
¶Make our eies flow with ioy, harts dance with comforts,
¶Making the Mother, wife, and Childe to see,
¶The Sonne, the Husband, and the Father tearing
¶His Countries Bowels out; and to poore we
3460Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort
¶That all but we enioy. For how can we?
¶Alas! how can we, for our Country pray?
¶Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory:
¶Our comfort in the Country. We must finde
¶An euident Calamity, though we had
¶Must as a Forraine Recreant be led
¶Triumphantly treade on thy Countries ruine,
¶And beare the Palme, for hauing brauely shed
¶Thy Wife and Childrens blood: For my selfe, Sonne,
¶I purpose not to waite on Fortune, till
¶Rather to shew a Noble grace to both parts,
3480That brought thee to this world.
¶Virg. I, and mine, that brought you forth this boy,
¶To keepe your name liuing to time.
¶Till I am bigger, but then Ile fight.
¶Requires nor Childe, nor womans face to see:
¶I haue sate too long.
¶Volum. Nay, go not from vs thus:
¶The Volces whom you serue, you might condemne vs
¶Is that you reconcile them: While the Volces
3495This we receiu'd, and each in either side
¶Giue the All-haile to thee, and cry be Blest
¶For making vp this peace. Thou know'st (great Sonne)
¶The end of Warres vncertaine: but this certaine,
¶That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
¶Whose Chronicle thus writ, The man was Noble,
¶But with his last Attempt, he wip'd it out:
¶Destroy'd his Country, and his name remaines
3505To th' insuing Age, abhorr'd. Speake to me Son:
¶To imitate the graces of the Gods.
¶To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a'th' Ayre,
¶And yet to change thy Sulphure with a Boult
¶Think'st thou it Honourable for a Nobleman
¶Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speake you:
¶He cares not for your weeping. Speake thou Boy,
3515Then can our Reasons. There's no man in the world
¶More bound to's Mother, yet heere he let's me prate
¶Like one i'th' Stockes. Thou hast neuer in thy life,
¶Shew'd thy deere Mother any curtesie,
3520Ha's clock'd thee to the Warres: and safelie home
¶Thou art not honest, and the Gods will plague thee
3525To a Mothers part belongs. He turnes away:
¶Down Ladies: let vs shame him with him with our knees
¶To his sur-name Coriolanus longs more pride
¶Then pitty to our Prayers. Downe: an end,
¶This is the last. So, we will home to Rome,
3530And dye among our Neighbours: Nay, behold's,
¶This Boy that cannot tell what he would haue,
¶But kneeles, and holds vp hands for fellowship,
¶Then thou hast to deny't. Come, let vs go:
3535This Fellow had a Volcean to his Mother:
¶His Wife is in Corioles, and his Childe
¶Like him by chance: yet giue vs our dispatch:
¶
Holds her by the hand silent.
3540Corio. O Mother, Mother!
¶What haue you done? Behold, the Heauens do ope,
¶The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene
¶They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh!
¶You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome.
3545But for your Sonne, beleeue it: Oh beleeue it,
¶If not most mortall to him. But let it come:
¶Auffidius, though I cannot make true Warres,
¶Ile frame conuenient peace. Now good Auffidius,
3550Were you in my steed, would you haue heard
¶Auf. I was mou'd withall.
¶And sir, it is no little thing to make
¶What peace you'l make, aduise me: For my part,
¶Ile not to Rome, Ile backe with you, and pray you
¶Stand to me in this cause. Oh Mother! Wife!
3560At difference in thee: Out of that Ile worke
¶My selfe a former Fortune.
¶Corio. I by and by; But we will drinke together:
¶And you shall beare
3565On like conditions, will haue Counter-seal'd.
¶Come enter with vs: Ladies you deserue
¶To haue a Temple built you: All the Swords
¶In Italy, and her Confederate Armes
¶Could not haue made this peace.
Exeunt.
