Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son, 1 These wars determine; if I cannot persuade thee Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner Trust to 't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's womb, Vir. Ay, and on mine, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name Living to time. Boy. He shall not tread on me; Nay, go not from us thus. To save the Romans, thereby to destroy [Rising. The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn us, As poisonous of your honor. No; our suit Is, that you reconcile them; while the Volces May say, This mercy we have showed; the Romans, This we received; and each in either side Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, Be blessed For making up this peace! Thou know'st, great son, To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak? Than can our reasons.-There is no man in the world 1 When she, (poor hen!) fond of no second brood, 2 Like him, by chance.-Yet give us our despatch; And then I'll speak a little. Cor. O mother, mother! [Holding VOLUMNIA by the hands, silent. What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But, for your son,-believe it, O, believe it, 1 “Keeps me in a state of ignominy, talking to no purpose.” Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, Auf. I was moved withal. Cor. I dare be sworn, you were. And, sir, it is no little thing, to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and thy honor Cor. [Aside. [The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. Ay, by and by; [TO VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c. 2 But we will drink together; and you shall bear 3 [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Rome. A public Place. Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS. Men. See you yond' coign o' the Capitol; yond' corner-stone? 1 "I will take advantage of this concession to restore myself to my former credit and power." 2 Farmer has suggested that we should, perhaps, read think. Shakspeare has, however, introduced drinking as a mark of confederation in King Henry IV. Part ii. The text, therefore, may be allowed to stand, though at the expense of female delicacy. 3 Plutarch informs us that a temple dedicated to the Fortune of the Ladies was built, on this occasion, by order of the senate. Sic. Why, whåt 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. But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay1 upon execution. 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. 2 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 corselet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made 3 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; that shall our poor city find; and all this is 'long of you. Sic. The gods be good unto us! unto us. Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good When we banished him, we respected not them; and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house ; The plebeians have got your fellow tribune, 1 i. e. stay but for it. 2 Sub-intelligetur-remembers his dam. And hale him up and down; all swearing, if Sic. Enter another Messenger. What's the news? Mess. Good news, good news.-The ladies have prevailed. The Volces are dislodged, and Marcius gone: A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, Friend, Sic. Art thou certain this is true? Is it most certain ? Mess. As certain as I know the sun is fire. Where have you lurked, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,1 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 prayed well to-day ; This morning, for ten thousand of your throats I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy! [Shouting and music. Sic. First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next, Accept my thankfulness. Mess. Sir, we have all They are near the city? Great cause to give great thanks. Mess. Almost at point to enter. 1 "As through an arch the violent, roaring tide Rape of Lucrece. |