Below the beam of sight, yet will I stil Be thus to them. 1 Pat. Enter VOLUMNIA. You do the nobler. Cor. I muse, my mother Does not approve me further, who was wɔn: To speak of peace, or war. [TO VOLUMNIA. Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me False to my nature? Rather say, I play The man I am. Vol. O, sir, sir, sir, I would have had you put your power well on, Cor. Let go. 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, some thing too rough; You must return, and mend it. 1 Sen. There's no remedy; Unless, by not so doing, our good city Vol. Pray be counsel'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, To better vantage. Men. Well said, noble woman: Before he should thus stoop to th' herd, but that Cor. What must I do? Men. Cor. What then? what then? Men. Repent what you have spoke. Cor. For them?—I cannot do it to the gods; Must I then do't to them? Vol.. You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble, But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I'th' war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me, In peace, what each of them by th' other lose, That they combine not there. Cor. Men. Tush, tush! A good demand. your Vol. If it be honour, in your wars, to seem Cor. Why force you this? Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak To th' people; not by your own instruction, Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you to, Your tongue, though but bastards, and syllables f I would dissemble with my nature, where Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles; Men. Of what is past. Vol. I pr'ythee now, my son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it, (here be with them,) Thy knee bussing the stones, (for in such business Now will not hold the handling: Or, say to them, Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost confess, In asking their good loves but thou wilt frame As thou hast power, and person. This but done, Men. Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours: For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose. Vol. Pr'ythee now, Go, and be rul'd: although, I know, thou had'st rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. Enter COMINIUS. Com. I have been i' th' market-place: and, sir, 'tis fit You make strong party, or defend yourself By calmness, or by absence; all's in anger. Men. Only fair speech. Com. I think, 'twill serve, if he Can thereto frame his spirit. Vol. He must, and will: Pr'ythee, now, say, you will, and go about it. Cor. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce› Must I With my base tongue, give to my noble heart A lie, that it must bear? Well, I will do't: Yet were there but this single plot to lose, This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, And throw it against the wind.-To th' market-place:You have put me now to such a part, which never I shall discharge to th' life. Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. I pr'ythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part Cor. Well, I must do't: Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees, Vol. Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me; Cor. Pray, be content; Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; |