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In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Than pity note how much.-Therefore, be gone.
Mine ears against your suits are stronger, than
Your gates against my force, Yet, for I lov'd thee,'
Take this along; I writ it for thy sake,

[Gives a Letter.
And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius,
I will not hear thee speak.--This man, Aufidius,
Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st-
Auf. You keep a constant temper.

Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFID. 1 G. Now, sir, is your name Menenius.

2 G. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: You know the way home again.

I G. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back? : 2 G. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?

Men. I neither care for the world, nor your general: for such things .as you, I can scarce think there's any, you are so slight. He that hath á will to die by himself,” fears it not from another. Let your general do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and your misery increase with your age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away!

i G. A noble fellow, I warrant him.

2 G. The worthy fellow is our general: He is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. [Exeunt.

Exit.

s for I lov'd thee, 1 i. e. because. 10- how we are shent-+] i. e. shamed, disgraced, made ashamed of ourselves. Mr. Malone says, rebuked, reprimanded. Cole, in his Latin Dict. 1679, renders to shend, increpo. It is so used by many of our old writers.

? com by himself,] i. é. by his own hands.

SCENE III.

The Tent of Coriolanus.
Enter CorioLANUS, Aufidius, and Others.
Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow
Set down our host.–My partner in this action,
You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly
I have borne this business.
Auf.

Only their ends
. You have respected; stopp'd your ears against

The general suit of Rome; never admitted
A private whisper, no, not with such friends
That thought them sure of you.
Cor.

This last old man,
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
Loved me above the measure of a father;
Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
Was to send him: for whose old love, I have
(Though I show'd sourly to him,) once more offer'd
The first conditions, which they did refuse,

And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
. That thought he could do more; a very little

I have yielded too: Fresh embassies, and suits,

Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter : Will I lend ear to.—Ha! what shout is this?

[Shout within. Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow In the same time 'tis made? I will not.--

8 mm how plainly

I have borne this business.] That is, how openly, how remotely from artifice or concealment.

Enter, in mourning Habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA,

leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants. My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affection! All bond and privilege of nature, break! Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate. What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn:-Imelt, andam not Of stronger earth than others.--My mother bows; As if Olympus to å molehill should In supplication nod: and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.-Let the Volces. Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, As if a man were author of himself, And knew no other kin. Vir.

My lord and husband! Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.

Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang’d, Makes you think so.9 Cor.

Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh, Forgive my tyranny; but do not say, For that, Forgive our Romans.-0, a kiss. Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss,

9 The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang'd,

Makes you think so.] Virgilia makes a voluntary misinterpretation of her husband's words. He says, These eyes are not the same, meaning, that he saw things with other eyes, or other dispositions. She lays hold on the word eyes, to turn his attention on their present appearance. JOHNSON.

i Now by the jealous qucen of heuren,] That is, by Juno. VOL. VII,

I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip Hath virgin'd it'e'er since.—You gods! I prate, ! · And the most noble mother of the world . Leave unsaluted: Sink, my knee, i' the earth;

[Kneels. . Of thy deep duty more impression show

Than that of common sons.
.. Vol. ;. n

O, stand up bless'd!
Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
I kneel before thee; and unproperly
Show duty, as mistaken all the while
Between the child' and parent.

Kneels
Cor.

What is this?
Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach ,
Fillip the stars;. then let the mutinous winds
Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
Murd'ring impossibility, to make
What cannot be, slight work.
Vol.

. Thou art my warrior; . I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?

Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,'.
That's curded by the frost from purest snow,
And hang's on Dian's temple: Dear Valeria!. :

Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,
Which by the interpretation of full time
May show like all yourself.
Cor.'

The god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou may st prove
To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,

? --- on the hungry beach--] The hungry beach is the sterile unprolifick beach. · 3 Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,] That is, every gust, every storm.

ever

And saving those that eye thee!
Vol.

Your knee, sirrah.
Cor. That's my brave boy.

Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Ale suitors to you.

Cor. . I beseech you, peace: Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate Again with Rome's mechanicks:—Tell me not Wherein I seem unnatural: Desire not To allay my rages and revenges, - with Your colder reasons. Vol.,

O, no more, no more! You have said, you will not grant us any thing; For we have nothing else to ask, but that Which you deny already: Yet we will ask; That, if you fail in our request,* the blame May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.

Cor. Aufidius, and you Volces, mark; for we'll . Hear nought from Rome in private.—Your request ?. Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our rai

ment, And state of bodies would bewray what life We have led since thy exíle. Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which

should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with

comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and

sorrow;

* That, if you fail in our request,] That is, if you fail to grant us our request; if you are found failing or deficient in love to your country, and affection to your friends, when our request shall bave been made to you, the blame, &c.

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