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That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows,
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
A noble cunning :' you were us’d to load me
With precepts, that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.

Vir. O heavens! O heavens !

Nay, I pr’ythee, woman, Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in And occupations perish!

(Rome, Cor.

What, what, what!
I shall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,

had been the wife of Hercules,
Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd
Your husband so much sweat.--Cominius,
Droop not; adieu :-Farewell, my wife! my mother!
I'll do well yet.

My first son,
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Čominius
With thee a while: Determine on some course,
More than a wild exposture to each chance
That starts i' th’ way before thee.

O the gods!
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may’st hear of us,
And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth
A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
O’er the vast world, to seek a single man;
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
I'th' absence of the needer.



Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.-

· When Fortune strikes her hardest blows, to be wounded and yet continue calm, requires a generous policy.

· Noblest and most eminent of men. (CoR. 75]

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Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
My friends of noble touch,' when I am forth,
Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
Hear from me still; and never of me aught
But what is like me formerly.

That's worthily
As any ear can hear.—Come, let's not weep..
If I could shake off but one seven years
From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
I'd with thee every foot.

Give me thy hand :-


SCENE II.-The same.

A street near the gate.

Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an Ædile.
Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no

The nobility are vex’d, who, we see, have sided
In his behalf.

Now we have shown our power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing.

Bid them home:
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.

Dismiss them home.

[Exit Ædile. Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS. Here comes his mother. Sic.

Let's not meet her. Bru,

Why? Sic. They say, she's mad,

of true metal upalloyed.

[Cor. 76)


They have ta’en note of us : Keep on your way.

Vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague o'th' Requite your love!

[gods Men.

Peace, peace; be not so loud. Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear,Nay, and you shall hear some.- Will you be gone?

[T. BRUTUS. Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sicinius.] I would, To say so to my husband.

[I had the power Sic.

Are you mankind ?'
Vol. Ay, fool; Is that a shame?-Note but this

Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
To nish him that struck more blows for Rome,
Than thou hast spoken words?

O blessed heavens ! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what;-Yet go:Nay, but thou shalt stay too :- I would

my son
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.

What then ?

What then? He'd make an end of thy posterity.

Vol. Bastards, and all. — Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!

Men. Come, come, peace.

Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country,
As he began; and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.

I would he had.
Vol. I would he had! 'Twas you incens'd the rabble:
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have earth to know.

· Sicinins asks Volumnia if she be mankind, intending to upbraid her strong masculine powers. She takes mankind for a human creature, and accordingly cries out,

Note but this fool, Was not a man my father? [CoR. 77]

Pray, let us go
Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone :
You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:
As far as doth the Capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome: so far, my son,
(This lady's husband here, this, do you see,)

have banish’d, does exceed


all. Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you. Sic.

Why stay we to be baited
With one that wants her wits?

my prayers


you. — I would the gods had nothing else to do,

[Excunt Tribunes. But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them But once a day, it would unclog my

heart Of what lies heavy to't. Men.

You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll


with Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, (me? And so shall starve with feeding.Come, let's go : Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Men. Fye, fye, fye.


SCENE III.-A highway between Rome and


Enter, a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me: your name, I think, is Adrian.

Vol. It is, so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.

Rom. I am a Roman; and my services re, as you are, against them: Know you me yet?

Vol. Nicanor ? No.

Rom. The same, sir. [Cor. 78]


Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour is well appeared' by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volcian state, to find you out there : You have well saved me a day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrection: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.

Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.

Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take all power from the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes for

This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.

Vol. Coriolanus banished ?
Rom. Banished, sir.

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.

Rom. The day serves well for them now. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country.

Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you: You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.

Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready,

Vol. A most royal one: the centurions, and their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.

say you?

· Steevens would read,

Your favour is well approved by your tongue.- i. e. Your tongue strengthens the evidence of

: entertainments, receipt of pay. [Cor. 79]

your face.

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