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Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
The Tragedie of Coriolanus. 17
2035What ha's he done to Rome, that's worthy death?
2036Killing our Enemies, the blood he hath lost
2037(Which I dare vouch, is more then that he hath
2038By many an Ounce) he dropp'd it for his Country:
2039And what is left, to loose it by his Countrey,
2041A brand to th' end a'th World.
2042Sicin. This is cleane kamme.
2043Brut. Meerely awry:
2044When he did loue his Country, it honour'd him.
2047For what before it was.
2048Bru. Wee'l heare no more:
2051Spred further.
2052Menen. One word more, one word:
2055Tye Leaden pounds too's heeles. Proceed by Processe,
2056Least parties (as he is belou'd) breake out,
2057And sacke great Rome with Romanes.
2059Sicin. What do ye talke?
2060Haue we not had a taste of his Obedience?
2063Since a could draw a Sword, and is ill-school'd
2064In boulted Language: Meale and Bran together
2066Ile go to him, and vndertake to bring him in peace,
2068(In peace) to his vtmost perill.
20691. Sen. Noble Tribunes,
2070It is the humane way: the other course
2071Will proue to bloody: and the end of it,
2072Vnknowne to the Beginning.
2074Masters, lay downe your Weapons.
2075Bru. Go not home.
2076Sic. Meet on the Market place: wee'l attend you there:
2077Where if you bring not Martius, wee'l proceede
2079Menen. Ile bring him to you.
2081Or what is worst will follow.
2083Enter Coriolanus with Nobles.
2085Death on the Wheele, or at wilde Horses heeles,
2086Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke,
2087That the precipitation might downe stretch
2089Be thus to them.
2090Enter Volumnia.
2091Noble. You do the Nobler.
2093Do's not approue me further, who was wont
2094To call them Wollen Vassailes, things created
2096In Congregations, to yawne, be still, and wonder,
2097When one but of my ordinance stood vp
2098To speake of Peace, or Warre. I talke of you,
2099Why did you wish me milder? Would you haue me
2101The man I am.
2103I would haue had you put your power well on
2104Before you had worne it out.
2105Corio. Let go.
2106Vol. You might haue beene enough the man you are,
2110Ere they lack'd power to crosse you.
2111Corio. Let them hang.
2112Volum. I, and burne too.
2113Enter Menenius with the Senators.
2115too rough: you must returne, and mend it.
2116Sen. There's no remedy,
2120I haue a heart as little apt as yours,
2121But yet a braine, that leades my vse of Anger
2122To better vantage.
2126For the whole State; I would put mine Armour on,
2129Mene. Returne to th' Tribunes.
2130Corio. Well, what then? what then?
2132Corio. For them, I cannot do it to the Gods,
2133Must I then doo't to them?
2135Though therein you can neuer be too Noble,
2137Honor and Policy, like vnseuer'd Friends,
2138I'th' Warre do grow together: Grant that, and tell me
2139In Peace, what each of them by th' other loose,
2140That they combine not there?
2142Mene. A good demand.
2147With Honour, as in Warre; since that to both
2149Corio. Why force you this?
2151Now it lyes you on to speake to th' people:
2153Which your heart prompts you, but with such words
2154That are but roated in your Tongue;
2155Though but Bastards, and Syllables
2156Of no allowance, to your bosomes truth.
2157Now, this no more dishonors you at all,
2158Then to take in a Towne with gentle words,
2159Which else would put you to your fortune, and
2160The hazard of much blood.
2161I would dissemble with my Nature, where
2162My Fortunes and my Friends at stake, requir'd
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