3472And beare the Palme, for hauing brauely shed

3473Thy Wife and Childrens blood: For my selfe, Sonne,

3474I purpose not to waite on Fortune, till

3475These warres determine: If I cannot perswade thee,

3476Rather to shew a Noble grace to both parts,

3477Then seeke the end of one; thou shalt no sooner

3478March to assault thy Country, then to treade

3479(Trust too't, thou shalt not) on thy Mothers wombe

3480That brought thee to this world.

3481Virg. I, and mine, that brought you forth this boy,

3482To keepe your name liuing to time.

3483Boy. A shall not tread on me: Ile run away

3484Till I am bigger, but then Ile fight.

3485Corio. Not of a womans tendernesse to be,

3486Requires nor Childe, nor womans face to see:

3487I haue sate too long.

3488Volum. Nay, go not from vs thus:

3489If it were so, that our request did tend

3490To saue the Romanes, thereby to destroy

3491The Volces whom you serue, you might condemne vs

3492As poysonous of your Honour. No, our suite

3493Is that you reconcile them: While the Volces

3494May say, this mercy we haue shew'd: the Romanes,

3495This we receiu'd, and each in either side

3496Giue the All-haile to thee, and cry be Blest

3497For making vp this peace. Thou know'st (great Sonne)

3498The end of Warres vncertaine: but this certaine,

3499That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit

3500Which thou shalt thereby reape, is such a name

3501Whose repetition will be dogg'd with Curses:

3502Whose Chronicle thus writ, The man was Noble,

3503But with his last Attempt, he wip'd it out:

3504Destroy'd his Country, and his name remaines

3505To th' insuing Age, abhorr'd. Speake to me Son:

3506Thou hast affected the fiue straines of Honor,

3507To imitate the graces of the Gods.

3508To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a'th' Ayre,

3509And yet to change thy Sulphure with a Boult

3510That should but riue an Oake. Why do'st not speake?

3511Think'st thou it Honourable for a Nobleman

3512Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speake you:

3513He cares not for your weeping. Speake thou Boy,

3514Perhaps thy childishnesse will moue him more

3515Then can our Reasons. There's no man in the world

3516More bound to's Mother, yet heere he let's me prate

3517Like one i'th' Stockes. Thou hast neuer in thy life,

3518Shew'd thy deere Mother any curtesie,

3519When she (poore Hen) fond of no second brood,

3520Ha's clock'd thee to the Warres: and safelie home

3521Loden with Honor. Say my Request's vniust,

3522And spurne me backe: But, if it be not so

3523Thou art not honest, and the Gods will plague thee

3524That thou restrain'st from me the Duty, which

3525To a Mothers part belongs. He turnes away:

3526Down Ladies: let vs shame him with him with our knees

3527To his sur-name Coriolanus longs more pride

3528Then pitty to our Prayers. Downe: an end,

3529This is the last. So, we will home to Rome,

3530And dye among our Neighbours: Nay, behold's,

3531This Boy that cannot tell what he would haue,

3532But kneeles, and holds vp hands for fellowship,

3533Doe's reason our Petition with more strength

3534Then thou hast to deny't. Come, let vs go:

3535This Fellow had a Volcean to his Mother:

3536His Wife is in Corioles, and his Childe

3537Like him by chance: yet giue vs our dispatch:

3538I am husht vntill our City be afire, & then Ile speak a litle

3540Corio. O Mother, Mother!

3541What haue you done? Behold, the Heauens do ope,

3542The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene

3543They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh!

3544You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome.

3545But for your Sonne, beleeue it: Oh beleeue it,

3546Most dangerously you haue with him preuail'd,

3547If not most mortall to him. But let it come:

3548Auffidius, though I cannot make true Warres,

3549Ile frame conuenient peace. Now good Auffidius,

3550Were you in my steed, would you haue heard

3551A Mother lesse? or granted lesse Auffidius?

3552Auf. I was mou'd withall.

3553Corio. I dare be sworne you were:

3554And sir, it is no little thing to make

3555Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But (good sir)

3556What peace you'l make, aduise me: For my part,

3557Ile not to Rome, Ile backe with you, and pray you

3558Stand to me in this cause. Oh Mother! Wife!

3559Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy, & thy Honor

3560At difference in thee: Out of that Ile worke

3561My selfe a former Fortune.

3562Corio. I by and by; But we will drinke together:

3563And you shall beare

3564A better witnesse backe then words, which we

3565On like conditions, will haue Counter-seal'd.

3566Come enter with vs: Ladies you deserue

3567To haue a Temple built you: All the Swords

3568In Italy, and her Confederate Armes

3569Could not haue made this peace. Exeunt.

3571Mene. See you yon'd Coin a'th Capitol, yon'd corner (stone?

3572Sicin. Why what of that?

3573Mene. If it be possible for you to displace it with your

3574little finger, there is some hope the Ladies of Rome, espe-

3575cially his Mother, may preuaile with him. But I say, there

3576is no hope in't, our throats are sentenc'd, and stay vppon

3577execution.

3578Sicin. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the

3579condition of a man.

3580Mene. There is differency between a Grub & a But-

3581terfly, yet your Butterfly was a Grub: this Martius, is

3582growne from Man to Dragon: He has wings, hee's more

3583then a creeping thing.

3584Sicin. He lou'd his Mother deerely.

3585Mene. So did he mee: and he no more remembers his

3586Mother now, then an eight yeare old horse. The tartnesse

3587of his face, sowres ripe Grapes. When he walks, he moues

3588like an Engine, and the ground shrinkes before his Trea-

3589ding. He is able to pierce a Corslet with his eye: Talkes

3590like a knell, and his hum is a Battery. He sits in his State,

3591as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids bee done, is

3592finisht with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God but

3593Eternity, and a Heauen to Throne in.

3594Sicin. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.

3595Mene. I paint him in the Character. Mark what mer-

3596cy his Mother shall bring from him: There is no more

3597mercy in him, then there is milke in a male-Tyger, that

3598shall our poore City finde: and all this is long of you.

3599Sicin. The Gods be good vnto vs.

3600Mene. No, in such a case the Gods will not bee good

3601vnto vs. When we banish'd him, we respected not them:

3602and he returning to breake our necks, they respect not vs.