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In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
[Gives a Letter.
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.
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.
The Tent of Coriolanus.
Only their ends
The general suit of Rome; never admitted
This last old man,
And cannot now accept, to grace him only,
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.
O, stand up bless'd!
What is this?
. Thou art my warrior; . I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,
Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,
The god of soldiers,
? --- 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.
And saving those that eye thee!
Your knee, sirrah.
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
* 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.