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He sent in writing after me; what he would not,
Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:
So that all hope is vain,

Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him

For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,

And with our fair entreaties them on.

[Exeunt.

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Stand, and go back.

You guard like men: 'tis well; but, by your

I am an officer of state, and come

To speak with Coriolanus.

[leave,

First Guard.

From whence?

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(Of whom he's chief) with all the size that verity
Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,
Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,

I have tumbled past the throw, and in his praise
Have almost stamp'd the leasing. Therefore,
I must have leave to pass.

First Guard.

[fellow,

'Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back.

Menenius.

Pr'ythee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always factionary on the party of your general.

Second Guard.

Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say you have, I am one that, telling true under him, 1, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.

Menenius.

Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would
I not speak with him till after dinner.
First Guard.
You are a Roman, are you?
Menenius.

I am, as thy general is.

First Guard.

Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular

ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in with such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your execution. You are condemned, our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.

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My general cares not for you. Back, I say: go, lest 1 let forth your half-pint of blood, back,that's the utmost of your having:-back.

Menentus.

Nay, but fellow, fellow,

Enter Coriolanus and Aufideus.

Coriolanus

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Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you you shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainment with him, if thou stand'st not i' the state of hanging, or of some death more long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering: behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. - The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does! O, my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to thee; but being assured, none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your gates with sighs, and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like a block, hath denied my access to thee.

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Your gates against my force. Yet, for I lov'd Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand thee, Take this along; I writ it for thy sake,

And would have sent it.

nius,

[Gives a paper. Another word, Mene

I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
Was my belov'd in Rome; yet thou behold'st-

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The grand-child to her blood. But, out, affec-
All bond and privilege of nature, break! [tion
Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate.- [eyes
What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves
Which can make gods forsworn?-1 melt, and
am not

Of stronger earth than others. - My mother
As if Olympus to a molehill should
[bows
In supplication nod; and my young boy
Hath an aspect of intercession, which [Volsees
Great nature cries, "Deny not." - Let the
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,

'Tis a spell, you see, of much power. You And knew no other kin. know the way home again.

First Guard.

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What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?
Menenius.

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 a 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!

First Guard.

A noble fellow, I warrant him.
Second Guard.

[Exit

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Virgilia.

My lord and husband

Coriolanus.

These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome
Virgilia.

The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang'd,
Makes you think so.

Coriolanus.

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."-O! a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
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

the Leave unsaluted. Sink, my knee, i' the earth;

Exeunt

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The first conditions, which they did refuse,
And cannot now accept, to grace him only
That thought he could do more. A very little
1 have yielded, too: fresh embassies, and suits,
Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter
Will I lend ear to. - Hal what shout is this?
Shout within.

Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
In the same time 'tis made? I will not.-
Enter, in mourning Habits, Virgilia, Volumnia,
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The god of soldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou may'st To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars My wife comes foremost; then, the honour'd Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw, And saving those that eye thee I Volun.ra.

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That's my brave boy!

Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,

Coriolanus.

Are suitors to you.

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You have said, you will not grant us any thing;
O! no more, no more!
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 (us.
May hang upon your hardness. Therefore, hear

Coriolanus.

Coriolanus.

Not of a woman's tenderness to be, Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. I have sat too long.

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Volumnia.

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As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit
Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volsces
May say, "This mercy we have show'd;" the

Romans,

"This we receiv'd;" and each in either side Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, "Be bless'd For making up this peace!" Thou know'st,

great son,

The end of war's uncertain; but this certain,
Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses,
That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name,
Whose chronicle thus writ, -" The man was

noble,

But with his last attempt he wip'd it out,
Destroy'd his country, and his name remains
To the ensuing age abhorr'd." Speak to me,
son!

Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
Hear nought from Rome in private. Your re- To imitate the graces of the gods;

Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,

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Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
The son, the husband, and the father, tearing
His country's bowels out. And to poor we,
Thine enmity's most capital:
Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
thou barr'st
That all but we enjoy; for how can we,
Alas! how can we for our country pray,
Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory,
Whereto we are bound? Alack! or we must
lose

The country, our dear nurse;
Our comfort in the country. We must find
or else thy person,
An evident calamity, though we had
Our wish, which side should win; for either thou
Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles through our streets, or else
Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
And bear the palm, for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son,
I purpose not to wait on fortune, till

These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee Rather to show a noble grace to both parts, Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner March to assault thy country, than to tread (Trust to't, thou shalt not) on thy mother's That brought thee to this world. [womb, Virgilia. That brought you forth this boy, to keep your Ay, and mine, Living to time. Boy. [name He shall not tread on me: I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.

To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air,
That should but rive an oak. Why dost not
And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt
speak?

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs? - Daughter, speak
He cares not for your weeping. - Speak thou,
you;
Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more
boy:
Than can our reasons. There is no man in the
world

More bound to's mother; yet here he lets me prate Like one i' the stocks. - Thou hast never in thy Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy; When she, (poor hen 1) fond of no second brood, [life Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home, Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, Thou art not honest, and the gods will plague And spurn me back; but, if it be not so,

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But kneels and holds up hands for fellowship,
This boy, that cannot tell what he would have,
Than thou hast to deny't. - Come, let us go.
Does reason our petition with more strength
This fellow had a Volscian to his mother;
His wife is in Coriolt, and his child
I am hush'd until our city be afire,
Like him by chance. - Yet give us our despatch:
And then I'll speak a little.

[He holds Volumnia by the hand, silent.
Coriolanus.

What have you done? Behold! the heavens do
O mother, mother!
ope,
They laugh at. O my mother! mother! O!
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
You

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