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You have won a happy victory to Rome :
in my stead, sayt, would you have heard A mother less ? or granted less, Aufidius ?
Auf. I was moved withal.
I dare be sworn, you were:
honour At difference in thee: out of that I'll work Myself a former fortune.
[Aside. [The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. Cor.
Ay, by and by;
[T. VOLUMNIA, Virgilia, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear A better witness back than words, which we, On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you ?: all the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made this
+ “say" is omitted by Mr. Malone, who considers heard as a dissyllable.
a former fortune.) i.e restore myself to my former credit
. To have a temple built you:) Plutarch informs us, that a temple dedicated to the Fortune of the Ladies, was built on this occasion by order of the senate.
Rome. A publick Place...
Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS.
But I say,
Men. See you yond coign o'the Capitol ; yond corner-stone ? . Sic. Why, what of that ?
Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay upon execution.3
Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon : he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing.
Sic. He loved his mother dearly.
Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight-year old horse: The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state“, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god, but eternity, and a heaven to throne in.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger ;
- stay upon execution.) i. e. stay but for it. 4 He sits in his state, &c.] His state means his ohair of state.
that shall our poor city find : and all this is 'long of you.
Sic. The gods be good unto us!
Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them; and, he returning to break our necks, they respect
Enter a Messenger. Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house ; The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, And hale him up and down; all swearing, if The Roman ladies bring not comfort home, They'll give him death by inches.
Enter another Messenger. Sic.
What's the news? Mess. Good news, good news ; — The ladies have
Mess. As certain, as I know the sun is fire: Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you;
[Trumpets and Hautboys sounded, and Drums
beaten, all together. Shouting also within. The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries, and fifes, Tabors, and cymbals, and the shouting Romans, Make the sun dance. Hark you! [Shouting again. Men.
This is good news: I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians, A city full; of tribunes, such as you, A sea and land full: You have pray'd well to-day;
This morning, for ten thousand of your throats
[Shouting and Musick.
Sir, we have all
They are near the city ?
We will meet them, And help the joy.
Enter the Ladies, accompanied by Senators, Patricians,
and People. They pass over the Stage. 1 Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them: Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius, Repeal him with the welcome of his mother; Cry, - Welcome, ladies, welcome ! All.
Welcome, ladies! Welcome! [A Flourish with Drums and Trumpets.
Antium. A publick Place.
Enter TULLUS Aufidius, with Attendants.
Intends to appear before the people, hoping
Enter Three or Four Conspirators of Aufidius' Faction. Most welcome!
1 Con. How is it with our general ?
Most noble sir,
Sir, I cannot tell;
3 Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilst 'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all. Auf
I know it ;
3 Con. Sir, his stoutness,
That I would have spoke of: