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That should but rive an oak. Why doft not speak ?
Down; and end;
That should but rive an oak.],
His wife is in Corioli; and his child
Like bim by chance ;---} But tho' his wife was in Corioli, might not his child, nevertheless, be like him? the minute alteration I have made, I am persuaded, restures the true reading. Volumnia would hint, that Coriolanus by his stern behaviour had lost all familyregards, and did not remember that he had any child. I am not his mother, (says she) his wife is in Corioli, and this child, whom we bring with us, (young Marcius) is not his child, but only bears his resemblance by chance.
Like him by chance; yet give us our dispatch:
(Holds her by the hands, filent.
Auf: I too was mov'd.
Cor. I dare be sworn, you were ;
Auf. I'm glad, thou'st set thy mercy and thy honour
[-Afde. Cor. Ay, by and by; but we will drink together ; And you Thall bear
[To Vol, Virg. Ger A better witness back than words, which we, On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd, Come, enter with us : Ladies,
SCENE, the Forum, in Rome.
Enter Menenius and Sicinius.
[ftone ? Men. If it be poffible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the Ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. Bout, I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenc'd, and itay upon execution.
Sic. Is't possible, that fo fhort a time can alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is difference 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 lov'd his mother dearly.
Men. So did he me ; and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight years old horse. The tartness of his face fours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground thrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye: talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery, Fie fits in his itate, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is fiilid with his bidding, He wants nothing of a God, but eternity, and heaven, to throne in.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if yoa 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 male tyger; that shall our poor city find ; and ail this is long of
you. Sic. The gods be good unto us! Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be gooit
When we banjih'd him, we respected noc them: and he returning to break our necks, they respect not us:
Enter a Messenger. Mef. 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?
Mej. Good news, good news, the Ladies have prevaild,
Mes. As certain, as I know the sun is fire:
you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it? Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide, As the recomforted through th' gates. Why, hark you;
[Trumpets, Hautboys, Drums beat, all together. The trumpets, fackbuts, plalteries and fifes, Tabors and cymbals, and the shouting Romans Make the sun dance.,' Hark you!
(4 bout within. Men. This is good news : I will go meet the Ladies. This Volumnia Is worih, of consuls, fenators, patricians, A city full: of tribunes, such as you, A fea and land full. You've pray'd well to-day : This morning, for ten thousand of
your throats Pd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy !
[Sound fill, with the flous. Six First, the gods bless you for your tidings: next, Accept my thankfulness.
Mes. Sir, we have all great cause to give great thanks,
483 Enter two Senators, with Ladies, passing over the stage;
with other Lords. Sen. Behold our patroness, the life of Rome : Call all your tribes together, praise the gods, And make triumphant fires: strew Rowers before them: : Unfhout the noise, that banish'd Marcius; Repeal him with the welcome of his mother: Cry,--welcome, Ladies, welcome!
[Exeunt. All, Welcome, Ladies, welcome!
[ A fourish with drums and trumpets. SCENE changes to a 'publick Place in Antium,
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.
O tell the Lords o'th' city, I am here :
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidias's faction.
Auf. Even fo,
2. Con. Moit noble Sir, If
you do hold the fame intent, wherein You wilh'd us parties; we'll deliver you Of your great danger.
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell ;
3. Con. The people will remain uncertain, whilft *Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either Makes the survivor heir of all.
Auf. I know it;