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Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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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18The Tragedie of Coriolanus.
2164Your Wife, your Sonne: These Senators, the Nobles,
2165And you, will rather shew our generall Lowts,
2166How you can frowne, then spend a fawne vpon 'em,
2167For the inheritance of their loues, and safegard
2168Of what that want might ruine.
2169Menen. Noble Lady,
2172Of what is past.
2173Volum. I pry thee now, my Sonne,
2174Goe to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand,
2175And thus farre hauing stretcht it (here be with them)
2177Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant
2178More learned then the eares, wauing thy head,
2180Now humble as the ripest Mulberry,
2181That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
2182Thou art their Souldier, and being bred in broyles,
2185In asking their good loues, but thou wilt frame
2188Menen. This but done,
2190For they haue Pardons, being ask'd, as free,
2191As words to little purpose.
2192Volum. Prythee now,
2193Goe, and be rul'd: although I know thou hadst rather
2194Follow thine Enemie in a fierie Gulfe,
2196Here is Cominius.
2202spirit.
2204Prythee now say you will, and goe about it.
2207A Lye, that it must beare well? I will doo't:
2210And throw't against the Winde. To th' Market place:
2211You haue put me now to such a part, which neuer
2213Com. Come, come, wee'le prompt you.
2216To haue my praise for this, performe a part
2217Thou hast not done before.
2220Some Harlots spirit: My throat of Warre be turn'd,
2221Which quier'd with my Drumme into a Pipe,
2222Small as an Eunuch, or the Virgin voyce
2224Tent in my cheekes, and Schoole-boyes Teares take vp
2226Make motion through my Lips, and my Arm'd knees
2227Who bow'd but in my Stirrop, bend like his
2228That hath receiu'd an Almes. I will not doo't,
2230And by my Bodies action, teach my Minde
2232Volum. At thy choice then:
2233To begge of thee, it is my more dis-honor,
2234Then thou of them. Come all to ruine, let
2235Thy Mother rather feele thy Pride, then feare
2236Thy dangerous Stoutnesse: for I mocke at death
2237With as bigge heart as thou. Do as thou list,
2239But owe thy Pride thy selfe.
2240Corio. Pray be content:
2241Mother, I am going to the Market place:
2242Chide me no more. Ile Mountebanke their Loues,
2243Cogge their Hearts from them, and come home belou'd
2244Of all the Trades in Rome. Looke, I am going:
2245Commend me to my Wife, Ile returne Consull,
2246Or neuer trust to what my Tongue can do
2247I'th way of Flattery further.
2250To answer mildely: for they are prepar'd
2252Then are vpon you yet.
2253Corio. The word is, Mildely. Pray you let vs go,
2254Let them accuse me by inuention: I
2255Will answer in mine Honor.
2256Menen. I, but mildely.