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AUFIDIUS.

       You keep a constant temper.

       [Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.]

       FIRST GUARD.

       Now, sir, is your name Menenius?

       SECOND GUARD. ‘Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the way home again.

       FIRST GUARD.

       Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back?

       SECOND GUARD.

       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, y’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!

       [Exit.]

       FIRST GUARD.

       A noble fellow, I warrant him.

       SECOND GUARD. The worthy fellow is our general: he is the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken.

       [Exeunt.]

       SCENE III. The tent of CORIOLANUS.

       [Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others.]

       CORIOLANUS.

       We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow

       Set down our host.—My partner in this action,

       You must report to the Volscian lords how plainly

       I have borne this business.

       AUFIDIUS.

       Only their ends

       You have respected; stopped your ears against

       The general suit of Rome; never admitted

       A private whisper, no, not with such friends

       That thought them sure of you.

       CORIOLANUS.

       This last old man,

       Whom with crack’d heart I have sent to Rome,

       Lov’d 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 to: fresh embassies and suits,

       Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter

       Will I lend ear to.—

       [Shout within.]

       Ha! what shout is this?

       Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow

       In the same time ‘tis made? I will not.

       [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 grandchild 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?—I melt, and am not

       Of stronger earth than others.—My mother bows,

       As if Olympus to a molehill should

       In supplication nod: and my young boy

       Hath an aspect of intercession which

       Great nature cries “Deny not.’—Let the Volsces

       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.

       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

       Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i’ the earth;

       [Kneels.]

       Of thy deep duty more impression show

       Than that of common sons.

       VOLUMNIA.

       O, stand up bless’d!

       Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,

       I kneel before thee; and unproperly

       Show duty, as mistaken all this while

       Between the child and parent.

       [Kneels.]

       CORIOLANUS.

       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,;

       Murdering impossibility, to make

       What cannot be, slight work.

       VOLUMNIA.

       Thou art my warrior;

       I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?

       CORIOLANUS.

       The noble sister of Publicola,

       The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle

       That’s curded by the frost from purest snow,

       And hangs on Dian’s temple:—dear Valeria!

       VOLUMNIA.

       This is a poor epitome of yours,

       Which, by the interpretation of full time,

       May show like all yourself.

       CORIOLANUS.

       The god of soldiers,

       With the consent of supreme Jove, inform

       Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove

       To shame unvulnerable, and stick i’ the wars

       Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,

       And saving those that eye thee!

       VOLUMNIA.

       Your knee, sirrah.

       CORIOLANUS.

       That’s

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