By many an ounce,) he dropp'd it for his country: And, what is left, to lose it by his country, Were to us all, that do't, and fuffer it, A brand to the end o' the world. Sic. This is clean kam. Bru. Merely awry: When he did love his country, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot Being once gangren'd is not then respected For what before it was? Bru. We'll hear no more:Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Left his infection, being of catching nature, Spread further. Men. One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find Tie leaden pounds to his heels. Proceed by process; Lest parties (as he is belov'd) break out, And fack great Rome with Romans. Bru. Sic. What do ye talk? If it were so, Have we not had a taste of his obedience? Our ædiles smote? ourselves resisted?-Come: Men. Consider this;-He has been bred i' the wars Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd (In peace) to his utmost peril. 1 Sen. Noble tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course Act 111. CORIOLANUS. 69 Will prove too bloody; and the end of it Unknown to the beginning. Sic. Noble Menenius, Be you then as the people's officer :- Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place:-We'll attend you there: Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed In our first way. Men. I'll bring him to you : Let me defire your company. [to the Senators.] He must A Room in Coriolanus's House. Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me Enter VOLUMNIA. Pat. You do the nobler. Cor. I muse, my mother F3 Does Does not approve me further, who was wont To fpeak of peace, or war. I talk of you; [TO VOLUMNIA. Why did you with me milder? Would you have me False to my nature? Rather say, I play I would have had you put your power well on, Before you had worn it out. Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With striving less to be so: Lesser had been The thwartings of your dispositions, if You had not show'd them how you were dispos'd Ere they lack'd power to cross you. Cor. Vol. Ay, and burn too. Let them hang. Enter MENENIUS, and Senators. Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, fome. thing too rough; You must return, and mend it. 1 Sen. Unless, by not so doing, our good city Cleave in the midst, and perish. Vol. There's no remedy; Pray, be counsel'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain, that leads my use of anger, To better vantage. Men. ! Act 111. Men. CORIOLANUS. Well faid, noble woman: Cor. What must I do? Men. Cor. Return to the tribunes. What then? what then? 71 Well, Repent what you have spoke. Cor, For them?-I cannot do it to the gods; You are too absolute; I' the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me, That they combine not there. Cor. Men. Tush, tush! A good demand. Vol. If it be honour, in your wars, to feem It stands in like request? Cor. Why force you this? Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak To the people; not by your own instruction, But with fuch words that are but roted in Your tongue, though but bastards, and fyllables Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth. Now, this no more dishonours you at all, I would dissemble with my nature, where Of what that want might ruin. Men. Noble lady! Come, go with us; speak fair: you may falve so, Of what is past. Vol. I pr'ythee now, my fon, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it, (here be with them,) In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame As thou hast power, and person. Men. This but done, Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours: For |