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Have we got had a taste of his obedience?
Our Ædiles (mote, our: selves. refifted, come

Men. Consider this; he hath been bred i'ch' wars
Since he could draw a sword; and is ill-schoold
In boulted language; meal and bran together
He throws without diftin&tion. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he shall answer by a lawful form, į
In peace, to his utmost peril.

i Sen. Noble Tribunes,
It is the humane way: the other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it ...
Unknown to the beginning de Tavlic

Sic. Noble Menenius,
Be you then as the people's offiger.
Masters, lay down your weapons.

Bru. Go not home,

Sic. Meet on the forum ; we'll attend you there,
Where, if you bring not Marciusy we'll proceed
In our first way.

Men. I'll bring him to you.
Let me desire your company, he must come,
Or what is worst will follow..

nini i Sen. Pray, let's to him.

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SCENE changes to CORIOLANUS's House.

10 y 12 Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles.d Cor. ET them pull all about mine ears, present me

Death on the wheel, or at wild horses heels, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian Rock, That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of light, yet will I fill Be thus to them.

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Enter Volumnia.
Noble. You do the nobler.

Cor. I muse, iny mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont

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To call them woollen vasals, things created
To buy and sell with groats; to fhew bare heads
In congregations, yawn, be still, and wonder, ';
When one but of my Ordinance stood up
To speak of Peace or War; (I talk of you)
Why did you wish me milder? wou'd you have me
False to my nature? rather say, I play
The man I am..

Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir,
I would have had you put your' Power well on,
Before you had worn it out:

Cor. Let it go
Vol. You might have been enough the man you

With striving less to be fo. Leffer had been (25)
The Thwartings of your dispositions, if
You had not sew'd them how ye were dispos'd
Ere they lack'd power to cross-you.

Cor. Let them hang.
Vol. Ay, and burn too.

Enter Menenius, with the Senators.
Men. Come, come, you've been too rough, fome-

thing too rough:
You must return, and mend it.

Sen. There's no remedy,
Unless, by not so doing, our good City
Cleave in the midst, and perish.

Vol. Pray, be counsell’d;.
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.

Men. Well faid, noble woman;


Leffer had been
The Things that thwart your Dispositions]
The old Copies exhibit it,

The Things of your Dispositions
A few Letters replac'd, that by fome Carelesness drop'd out; reitore Us
the Poet's genuine Reading;
The Thwartings of your Dispositions,


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(26) Before he should thus stoop to th'Herd, but that
The violent fit bo’th'i cimes craves it as phyfick
For the whole State, I'd put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear 29. * vg!

Cor. What must I do?urt to
Men. Return to th
Cor. Well, what then? what then?
Men. Repent what you have spoke.

Cor. For them? I cannot do it for the Gods, Must I then do't to them?:

Vol. You are too absolutes is
Tho' therein you can never be too noble, :
But when Extremities speak! Bye heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever'd Friends,
I'th' war do grow together: grant That, and tell in
In peace, what each of them by th other loses, ,
That they combine not thered in IV

Cor. Tush, tush untuk
Men. A good demand, 22.0

Vol. If it be honour in your warszta feen:
The same you are not, which for your best ends
You call your policy: how is’t less, of worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace .
With Honour, as in War; since that to both
It stand in like request?

Cor. Why force you this?

Vol. Because it lies on you to speak to th' People: Not by your own instruction, nor by th' matrer Which your heart prompts you to, but with such words But roated in your tongue; baftards, and fyllables Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth. Now, this no more dishonours you at all,

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(26) Before he thus should floop tö'th Heart, b] But how did Corialanus stoop to his Heart? he rather, as we vulgarly exprefs sita made hiş proud Heart stoop to the Neceflity of the Times. I am perfuaded, my Emendation gives the true Reading. So, before, in this play;.

Are these your Herd? So, in Julius Cæfar:

When be perceiv'd, the common Herd was glad to refus’d the Crown, &c. And in many other Pastages.


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Than to take in a Town with gentle words,
Which else would put you to your fortune, and
The hazard of much blood.
I would difsemble with my nature, where
My fortunes, and my friends at fake, requirid
I should do fo in honour. (27) I'mn in this
Your Wife, your Son, these Senators, the Nobles.
And you will rather shew our general lowes "
How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon 'em,
For the inheritance of their loves, and safeguard
Of what that: Want might ruin! .
Men. Noble Lady!

til si
Come, go with us, speak fair: you may falve so
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.

Vol. I prythee now, my Son,
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand,
And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them).
Thy knee buffing the stones ; (for in fuch business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant
More learned than the ears ;) (28) waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,

I'm in this
Your Wife, your Son: the Senators the Nobles,

> And You &c.] The Pointing of the printed Copies makes stark Nonsense of this Passage. Volumnia is perfuading Coriolanus that he ought to flatter the People, as the general Fortune was at Stakes and says, that, in this Advice, She speaks as his Wife, as his Son ; as the Senate, and Body of the Patricians ; who were in some Measure link'd to his Conduct.

Mr. Warburton. Si

w waving thy Head, Which often, thus, Correcting by Best Heart] But do any of the Ancient, or Modern Masters of Elocution prescribe the waving the Head, when they treat of Action? Or how does the waving the Head correct the Stoutness of the Heart, or evidence Humility ? Or Halily, where is the Sense or Grammar of thefe Words, Which often thus &c. These Questions are sufficient to shew the absurd Corruption of these Lines. I would read phereføre ;line


swaving thy Hand, Which foften thus, correcting rhy flout Heart ; This is a very proper Precept of A&tion luiting the Occafion; Wave thy Hand, says. She, and softens the Action of it thus, then strike upon thy Breast

, and by that Action fhew' the People thou halt corrected thy Itout Heart. All here is fine and proper.

Mr. Warburton.




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Now humble as the ripest Mulberry,
That will not hold the handling : or say to them,
Thou are their Soldier, and, being bred in broils,
Haft not the soft way, which thou doft confess
Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
In asking their good loves; but thou wilt framę
Thy self (forsooth) hereafter theirs so far,
As thou hast power and person.

Men. This but done,
Ev'n as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free,
As words to little purpose.

Vol. Pr’ythee now,
Go and be ruld: altho', I know, thou’dst rather
Follow thine enemy in à fiery Gulf
Than flatter him in a bower,

Enter Cominius.
Here is Cominius. :

Com. I've been i'th? Market-place, and, Sir, 'tis fit
You have strong Party, or defend your self
By calmness, or by absence : all's in anges.
Men. Only, fair speech. út

Com. I think, 'twill serve, if he
Çan thereto frame his spirit.
Vol. He must and will:

} Pr’ythee now, fay you will, and go about it.

Cor. Must I go fhew.them my unbarbed sconce?
Must my base tongue give to my hoblo heart ir
A lie, that it must bear? well, I will do't: s11
(29) Yet were there but this fingle Ploteo tofe, ".
This mould of Marcius, theyito duft should grind it,
And throw't against the windo::Tooth Market-place !

Smol ni 290013 3 10 (29) Yet were

This of Marcius,) The Pointing of all the Impressions fhews, the Editors did not undecftand this Panlage. What Plot is this, they are dreaming of, to lose the Mould bfMarcius? But-Plot and. Mauld are bar one, and the same Thing; and meaning mote than the Flesh and bitance of

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there " quences annexa, says He, than the Destruction of my Body, they " should grindje te Powder ; &n.



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