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The Tragedie of Coriolanus. not from another: Let your Generall do his worst. For

you, bee that you are, long; and your misery increase

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with your age. I say to you, as I was said to, Away.

Exit 1

A Noble Fellow I warrant him.

2 The worthy Fellow is our General. He's the Rock, The Oake not to be winde‑shaken. Exit Watch.
[Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Coriolanus and Auffidius. Corio. We will before the walls of Rome to morrow
[3195]
Set downe our Hoast. My partner in this Action, You must report to th'Volcian Lords, how plainly I haue borne this Businesse.
Auf. Onely their ends you haue respected, Stopt your eares against the generall suite of Rome:
[3200]
Neuer admitted a priuat whisper, no not with such frends That thought them sure of you.
Corio. This last old man, Whom with a crack'd heart I haue sent to Rome, Lou'd me, aboue the measure of a Father,
[3205]
Nay godded me indeed. Their latest refuge Was to send him: for whose old Loue I haue (Though I shew'd sowrely to him) once more offer'd The first Conditions which they did refuse, And cannot now accept, to grace him onely,
[3210]
That thought he could do more: A very little I haue yeelded too. Fresh Embasses, and Suites, Nor from the State, nor priuate friends heereafter Will I lend eare to. Ha? what shout is this? Shout within Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
[3215]
In the same time 'tis made? I will not. Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, yong Martius, with Attendants. My wife comes formost, then the honour'd mould Wherein this Trunke was fram'd, and in her hand The Grandchilde to her blood. But out affection, All bond and priuiledge of Nature breake;
[3220]
Let it be Vertuous to be Obstinate. What is that Curt'sie worth? Or those Doues eyes, Which can make Gods forsworne? I melt, and am not Of stronger earth then others: my Mother bowes, As if Olympus to a Mole‑hill should
[3225]
In supplication Nod: and my yong Boy Hath an Aspect of intercession, which Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volces Plough Rome, and harrow Italy, Ile neuer Be such a Gosling to obey instinct; but stand
[3230]
As if a man were Author of himself, & knew no other kin
Virgil.

My Lord and Husband.

Corio.

These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.

Virg. The sorrow that deliuers vs thus chang'd, Makes you thinke so. Corio.
[3235]
Like a dull Actor now, I haue forgot my part, And I am out, euen to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgiue my Tyranny: but do not say, For that forgiue our Romanes. O a kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Reuenge!
[3240]
Now by the iealous Queene of Heauen, that kisse I carried from thee deare; and my true Lippe Hath Virgin'd it ere since. You Gods, I pray, And the most noble Mother of the world Leaue vnsaluted: Sinke my knee i'th'earth, Kneeles
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Of thy deepe duty, more impression shew Then that of common Sonnes.
Volum. Oh stand vp blest! Whil'st with no softer Cushion then the Flint I kneele before thee, and vnproperly
[3250]
Shew duty as mistaken, all this while,

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Betweene the Childe, and Parent. Corio. What's this? your knees to me? To your Corrected Sonne? Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach
[3255]
Fillop the Starres: Then, let the mutinous windes Strike the proud Cedars 'gainst the fiery Sun: Murd'ring Impossibility, to make What cannot be, slight worke.
Volum. Thou art my Warriour, I hope to frame thee
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Do you know this Lady?
Corio. The Noble Sister of Publicola; The Moone of Rome: Chaste as the Isicle That's curdied by the Frost, from purest Snow, And hangs on Dians Temple: Deere Valeria. Volum.
[3265]
This is a poore Epitome of yours, Which by th'interpretation of full time, May shew like all your selfe.
Corio. The God of Souldiers: With the consent of supreame Ioue, informe
[3270]
Thy thoughts with Noblenesse, that thou mayst proue To shame vnvulnerable, and sticke i'th Warres Like a great Sea‑marke standing euery flaw, And sauing those that eye thee.
Volum.

Your knee, Sirrah.

Corio.
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That's my braue Boy.

Volum. Euen he, your wife, this Ladie, and my selfe, Are Sutors to you. Corio. I beseech you peace: Or if you'ld aske, remember this before;
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The thing I haue forsworne to graunt, may neuer Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Dismisse my Soldiers, or capitulate Againe, with Romes Mechanickes. Tell me not Wherein I seeme vnnaturall: Desire not t'allay
[3285]
My Rages and Reuenges, with your colder reasons.
Volum. Oh no more, no more: You haue said you will not grant vs any thing: For we haue nothing else to aske, but that Which you deny already: yet we will aske,
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That if you faile in our request, the blame May hang vpon your hardnesse, therefore heare vs.
Corio. Auffidius, and you Volces marke, for wee'l Heare nought from Rome in priuate. Your request? Volum. Should we be silent & not speak, our Raiment
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And state of Bodies would bewray what life We haue led since thy Exile. Thinke with thy selfe, How more vnfortunate then all liuing women Are we come hither; since that thy sight, which should Make our eies flow with ioy, harts dance with comforts,
[3300]
Constraines them weepe, and shake with feare & sorow, Making the Mother, wife, and Childe to see, The Sonne, the Husband, and the Father tearing His Countries Bowels out; and to poore we Thine enmities most capitall: Thou barr'st vs
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Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort That all but we enioy. For how can we? Alas! how can we, for our Country pray? Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory: Whereto we are bound: Alacke, or we must loose
[3310]
The Countrie our deere Nurse, or else thy person Our comfort in the Country. We must finde An euident Calamity, though we had Our wish, which side should win. For either thou Must as a Forraine Recreant be led
[3315]
With Manacles through our streets, or else Triumphantly treade on thy Countries ruine, cc2 And

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[Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Coriolanus and Auffidius. Corio. We will before the walls of Rome to morrow
[3195]
Set downe our Hoast. My partner in this Action, You must report to th'Volcian Lords, how plainly I haue borne this Businesse.
Auf. Onely their ends you haue respected, Stopt your eares against the generall suite of Rome:
[3200]
Neuer admitted a priuat whisper, no not with such frends That thought them sure of you.
Corio. This last old man, Whom with a crack'd heart I haue sent to Rome, Lou'd me, aboue the measure of a Father,
[3205]
Nay godded me indeed. Their latest refuge Was to send him: for whose old Loue I haue (Though I shew'd sowrely to him) once more offer'd The first Conditions which they did refuse, And cannot now accept, to grace him onely,
[3210]
That thought he could do more: A very little I haue yeelded too. Fresh Embasses, and Suites, Nor from the State, nor priuate friends heereafter Will I lend eare to. Ha? what shout is this? Shout within Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
[3215]
In the same time 'tis made? I will not. Enter Virgilia, Volumnia, Valeria, yong Martius, with Attendants. My wife comes formost, then the honour'd mould Wherein this Trunke was fram'd, and in her hand The Grandchilde to her blood. But out affection, All bond and priuiledge of Nature breake;
[3220]
Let it be Vertuous to be Obstinate. What is that Curt'sie worth? Or those Doues eyes, Which can make Gods forsworne? I melt, and am not Of stronger earth then others: my Mother bowes, As if Olympus to a Mole‑hill should
[3225]
In supplication Nod: and my yong Boy Hath an Aspect of intercession, which Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the Volces Plough Rome, and harrow Italy, Ile neuer Be such a Gosling to obey instinct; but stand
[3230]
As if a man were Author of himself, & knew no other kin
Virgil.

My Lord and Husband.

Corio.

These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.

Virg. The sorrow that deliuers vs thus chang'd, Makes you thinke so. Corio.
[3235]
Like a dull Actor now, I haue forgot my part, And I am out, euen to a full Disgrace. Best of my Flesh, Forgiue my Tyranny: but do not say, For that forgiue our Romanes. O a kisse Long as my Exile, sweet as my Reuenge!
[3240]
Now by the iealous Queene of Heauen, that kisse I carried from thee deare; and my true Lippe Hath Virgin'd it ere since. You Gods, I pray, And the most noble Mother of the world Leaue vnsaluted: Sinke my knee i'th'earth, Kneeles
[3245]
Of thy deepe duty, more impression shew Then that of common Sonnes.
Volum. Oh stand vp blest! Whil'st with no softer Cushion then the Flint I kneele before thee, and vnproperly
[3250]
Shew duty as mistaken, all this while, Betweene the Childe, and Parent.
Corio. What's this? your knees to me? To your Corrected Sonne? Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach
[3255]
Fillop the Starres: Then, let the mutinous windes Strike the proud Cedars 'gainst the fiery Sun: Murd'ring Impossibility, to make What cannot be, slight worke.
Volum. Thou art my Warriour, I hope to frame thee
[3260]
Do you know this Lady?
Corio. The Noble Sister of Publicola; The Moone of Rome: Chaste as the Isicle That's curdied by the Frost, from purest Snow, And hangs on Dians Temple: Deere Valeria. Volum.
[3265]
This is a poore Epitome of yours, Which by th'interpretation of full time, May shew like all your selfe.
Corio. The God of Souldiers: With the consent of supreame Ioue, informe
[3270]
Thy thoughts with Noblenesse, that thou mayst proue To shame vnvulnerable, and sticke i'th Warres Like a great Sea‑marke standing euery flaw, And sauing those that eye thee.
Volum.

Your knee, Sirrah.

Corio.
[3275]

That's my braue Boy.

Volum. Euen he, your wife, this Ladie, and my selfe, Are Sutors to you. Corio. I beseech you peace: Or if you'ld aske, remember this before;
[3280]
The thing I haue forsworne to graunt, may neuer Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Dismisse my Soldiers, or capitulate Againe, with Romes Mechanickes. Tell me not Wherein I seeme vnnaturall: Desire not t'allay
[3285]
My Rages and Reuenges, with your colder reasons.
Volum. Oh no more, no more: You haue said you will not grant vs any thing: For we haue nothing else to aske, but that Which you deny already: yet we will aske,
[3290]
That if you faile in our request, the blame May hang vpon your hardnesse, therefore heare vs.
Corio. Auffidius, and you Volces marke, for wee'l Heare nought from Rome in priuate. Your request? Volum. Should we be silent & not speak, our Raiment
[3295]
And state of Bodies would bewray what life We haue led since thy Exile. Thinke with thy selfe, How more vnfortunate then all liuing women Are we come hither; since that thy sight, which should Make our eies flow with ioy, harts dance with comforts,
[3300]
Constraines them weepe, and shake with feare & sorow, Making the Mother, wife, and Childe to see, The Sonne, the Husband, and the Father tearing His Countries Bowels out; and to poore we Thine enmities most capitall: Thou barr'st vs
[3305]
Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort That all but we enioy. For how can we? Alas! how can we, for our Country pray? Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory: Whereto we are bound: Alacke, or we must loose
[3310]
The Countrie our deere Nurse, or else thy person Our comfort in the Country. We must finde An euident Calamity, though we had Our wish, which side should win. For either thou Must as a Forraine Recreant be led
[3315]
With Manacles through our streets, or else Triumphantly treade on thy Countries ruine, And beare the Palme, for hauing brauely shed Thy Wife and Childrens blood: For my selfe, Sonne, I purpose not to waite on Fortune, till
[3320]
These warres determine: If I cannot perswade thee, Rather to shew a Noble grace to both parts, Then seeke the end of one; thou shalt no sooner March to assault thy Country, then to treade (Trust too't, thou shalt not) on thy Mothers wombe
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That brought thee to this world.
Virg. I, and mine, that brought you forth this boy, To keepe your name liuing to time. Boy. A shall not tread on me: Ile run away Till I am bigger, but then Ile fight. Corio.
[3330]
Not of a womans tendernesse to be, Requires nor Childe, nor womans face to see: I haue sate too long.
Volum. Nay, go not from vs thus: If it were so, that our request did tend
[3335]
To saue the Romanes, thereby to destroy The Volces whom you serue, you might condemne vs As poysonous of your Honour. No, our suite Is that you reconcile them: While the Volces May say, this mercy we haue shew'd: the Romanes,
[3340]
This we receiu'd, and each in either side Giue the All‑haile to thee, and cry be Blest For making vp this peace. Thou know'st (great Sonne) The end of Warres vncertaine: but this certaine, That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
[3345]
Which thou shalt thereby reape, is such a name Whose repetition will be dogg'd with Curses: 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 remaines
[3350]
To th'insuing Age, abhorr'd. Speake to me Son: Thou hast affected the fiue straines of Honor, To imitate the graces of the Gods. To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a'th'Ayre, And yet to change thy Sulphure with a Boult
[3355]
That should but riue an Oake. Why do'st not speake? Think'st thou it Honourable for a Nobleman Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speake you: He cares not for your weeping. Speake thou Boy, Perhaps thy childishnesse will moue him more
[3360]
Then can our Reasons. There's no man in the world More bound to's Mother, yet heere he let's me prate Like one i'th'Stockes. Thou hast neuer in thy life, Shew'd thy deere Mother any curtesie, When she (poore Hen) fond of no second brood,
[3365]
Ha's clock'd thee to the Warres: and safelie home Loden with Honor. Say my Request's vniust, And spurne me backe: But, if it be not so Thou art not honest, and the Gods will plague Thee That thou restrain'st from me the Duty, which
[3370]
To a Mothers part belongs. He turnes away: Down Ladies: let vs shame him with him with our knees To his sur‑name Coriolanus longs more pride Then pitty to our Prayers. Downe: an end, This is the last. So, we will home to Rome,
[3375]
And dye among our Neighbours: Nay, behold's, This Boy that cannot tell what he would haue, But kneeles, and holds vp hands for fellowship, Doe's reason our Petition with more strength Then thou hast to deny't. Come, let vs go:
[3380]
This Fellow had a Volcean to his Mother: His Wife is in Corioles, and his Childe Like him by chance: yet giue vs our dispatch: I am husht vntill our City be afire, & then Ile speak a litle
Holds her by the hand silent. Corio. O Mother, Mother!
[3385]
What haue you done? Behold, the Heauens do ope, The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh! You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome. But for your Sonne, beleeue it: Oh beleeue it,
[3390]
Most dangerously you haue with him preuail'd, If not most mortall to him. But let it come: Auffidius, though I cannot make true Warres, Ile frame conuenient peace. Now good Auffidius, Were you in my steed, would you haue heard
[3395]
A Mother lesse? or granted lesse Auffidius?
Auf.

I was mou'd withall.

Corio. I dare be sworne you were: And sir, it is no little thing to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But (good sir)
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What peace you'l make, aduise me: For my part, Ile not to Rome, Ile backe with you, and pray you Stand to me in this cause. Oh Mother! Wife!
Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy, & thy Honor At difference in thee: Out of that Ile worke
[3405]
My selfe a former Fortune.
Corio. I by and by; But we will drinke together: And you shall beare A better witnesse backe then words, which we On like conditions, will haue Counter‑seal'd.
[3410]
Come enter with vs: Ladies you deserue To haue a Temple built you: All the Swords In Italy, and her Confederate Armes Could not haue made this peace.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="3194">We will before the walls of Rome to morrow</l>
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      <l n="3198">Onely their ends you haue respected,</l>
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      <l n="3202">This last old man,</l>
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      <p n="3232">These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.</p>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Virg.</speaker>
      <l n="3233">The sorrow that deliuers vs thus chang'd,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3235">Like a dull Actor now, I haue forgot my part,</l>
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      <l n="3237">Forgiue my Tyranny: but do not say,</l>
      <l n="3238">For that forgiue our Romanes. O a kisse</l>
      <l n="3239">Long as my Exile, sweet as my Reuenge!</l>
      <l n="3240">Now by the iealous Queene of Heauen, that kisse</l>
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      <l n="3245">Of thy deepe duty, more impression shew</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Volum.</speaker>
      <l n="3247">Oh stand vp blest!</l>
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      <l n="3252">What's this? your knees to me?</l>
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      <l n="3254">Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach</l>
      <l n="3255">Fillop the Starres: Then, let the mutinous windes</l>
      <l n="3256">Strike the proud Cedars 'gainst the fiery Sun:</l>
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      <l n="3259">Thou art my Warriour, I hope to frame thee</l>
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      <l n="3265">This is a poore Epitome of yours,</l>
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      <l n="3267">May shew like all your selfe.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3268">The God of Souldiers:</l>
      <l n="3269">With the consent of supreame Ioue, informe</l>
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      <l n="3271">To shame vnvulnerable, and sticke i'th Warres</l>
      <l n="3272">Like a great Sea‑marke standing euery flaw,</l>
      <l n="3273">And sauing those that eye thee.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-vlm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Volum.</speaker>
      <p n="3274">Your knee, Sirrah.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <p n="3275">That's my braue Boy.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-cor-vlm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Volum.</speaker>
      <l n="3276">Euen he, your wife, this Ladie, and my selfe,</l>
      <l n="3277">Are Sutors to you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3278">I beseech you peace:</l>
      <l n="3279">Or if you'ld aske, remember this before;</l>
      <l n="3280">The thing I haue forsworne to graunt, may neuer</l>
      <l n="3281">Be held by you denials. Do not bid me</l>
      <l n="3282">Dismisse my Soldiers, or capitulate</l>
      <l n="3283">Againe, with Romes Mechanickes. Tell me not</l>
      <l n="3284">Wherein I seeme vnnaturall: Desire not t'allay</l>
      <l n="3285">My Rages and Reuenges, with your colder reasons.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-vlm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Volum.</speaker>
      <l n="3286">Oh no more, no more:</l>
      <l n="3287">You haue said you will not grant vs any thing:</l>
      <l n="3288">For we haue nothing else to aske, but that</l>
      <l n="3289">Which you deny already: yet we will aske,</l>
      <l n="3290">That if you faile in our request, the blame</l>
      <l n="3291">May hang vpon your hardnesse, therefore heare vs.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3292">
         <hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>, and you Volces marke, for wee'l</l>
      <l n="3293">Heare nought from Rome in priuate. Your request?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-vlm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Volum.</speaker>
      <l n="3294">Should we be silent &amp; not speak, our Raiment</l>
      <l n="3295">And state of Bodies would bewray what life</l>
      <l n="3296">We haue led since thy Exile. Thinke with thy selfe,</l>
      <l n="3297">How more vnfortunate then all liuing women</l>
      <l n="3298">Are we come hither; since that thy sight, which should</l>
      <l n="3299">Make our eies flow with ioy, harts dance with comforts,</l>
      <l n="3300">Constraines them weepe, and shake with feare &amp; sorow,</l>
      <l n="3301">Making the Mother, wife, and Childe to see,</l>
      <l n="3302">The Sonne, the Husband, and the Father tearing</l>
      <l n="3303">His Countries Bowels out; and to poore we</l>
      <l n="3304">Thine enmities most capitall: Thou barr'st vs</l>
      <l n="3305">Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort</l>
      <l n="3306">That all but we enioy. For how can we?</l>
      <l n="3307">Alas! how can we, for our Country pray?</l>
      <l n="3308">Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory:</l>
      <l n="3309">Whereto we are bound: Alacke, or we must loose</l>
      <l n="3310">The Countrie our deere Nurse, or else thy person</l>
      <l n="3311">Our comfort in the Country. We must finde</l>
      <l n="3312">An euident Calamity, though we had</l>
      <l n="3313">Our wish, which side should win. For either thou</l>
      <l n="3314">Must as a Forraine Recreant be led</l>
      <l n="3315">With Manacles through our streets, or else</l>
      <l n="3316">Triumphantly treade on thy Countries ruine,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0646-0.jpg" n="28"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="3317">And beare the Palme, for hauing brauely shed</l>
      <l n="3318">Thy Wife and Childrens blood: For my selfe, Sonne,</l>
      <l n="3319">I purpose not to waite on Fortune, till</l>
      <l n="3320">These warres determine: If I cannot perswade thee,</l>
      <l n="3321">Rather to shew a Noble grace to both parts,</l>
      <l n="3322">Then seeke the end of one; thou shalt no sooner</l>
      <l n="3323">March to assault thy Country, then to treade</l>
      <l n="3324">(Trust too't, thou shalt not) on thy Mothers wombe</l>
      <l n="3325">That brought thee to this world.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-vir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Virg.</speaker>
      <l n="3326">I, and mine, that brought you forth this boy,</l>
      <l n="3327">To keepe your name liuing to time.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-yco">
      <speaker rend="italic">Boy.</speaker>
      <l n="3328">A shall not tread on me: Ile run away</l>
      <l n="3329">Till I am bigger, but then Ile fight.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3330">Not of a womans tendernesse to be,</l>
      <l n="3331">Requires nor Childe, nor womans face to see:</l>
      <l n="3332">I haue sate too long.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-vlm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Volum.</speaker>
      <l n="3333">Nay, go not from vs thus:</l>
      <l n="3334">If it were so, that our request did tend</l>
      <l n="3335">To saue the Romanes, thereby to destroy</l>
      <l n="3336">The Volces whom you serue, you might condemne vs</l>
      <l n="3337">As poysonous of your Honour. No, our suite</l>
      <l n="3338">Is that you reconcile them: While the Volces</l>
      <l n="3339">May say, this mercy we haue shew'd: the Romanes,</l>
      <l n="3340">This we receiu'd, and each in either side</l>
      <l n="3341">Giue the All‑haile to thee, and cry be Blest</l>
      <l n="3342">For making vp this peace. Thou know'st (great Sonne)</l>
      <l n="3343">The end of Warres vncertaine: but this certaine,</l>
      <l n="3344">That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit</l>
      <l n="3345">Which thou shalt thereby reape, is such a name</l>
      <l n="3346">Whose repetition will be dogg'd with Curses:</l>
      <l n="3347">Whose Chronicle thus writ, The man was Noble,</l>
      <l n="3348">But with his last Attempt, he wip'd it out:</l>
      <l n="3349">Destroy'd his Country, and his name remaines</l>
      <l n="3350">To th'insuing Age, abhorr'd. Speake to me Son:</l>
      <l n="3351">Thou hast affected the fiue straines of Honor,</l>
      <l n="3352">To imitate the graces of the Gods.</l>
      <l n="3353">To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a'th'Ayre,</l>
      <l n="3354">And yet to change thy Sulphure with a Boult</l>
      <l n="3355">That should but riue an Oake. Why do'st not speake?</l>
      <l n="3356">Think'st thou it Honourable for a Nobleman</l>
      <l n="3357">Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speake you:</l>
      <l n="3358">He cares not for your weeping. Speake thou Boy,</l>
      <l n="3359">Perhaps thy childishnesse will moue him more</l>
      <l n="3360">Then can our Reasons. There's no man in the world</l>
      <l n="3361">More bound to's Mother, yet heere he let's me prate</l>
      <l n="3362">Like one i'th'Stockes. Thou hast neuer in thy life,</l>
      <l n="3363">Shew'd thy deere Mother any curtesie,</l>
      <l n="3364">When she (poore Hen) fond of no second brood,</l>
      <l n="3365">Ha's clock'd thee to the Warres: and safelie home</l>
      <l n="3366">Loden with Honor. Say my Request's vniust,</l>
      <l n="3367">And spurne me backe: But, if it be not so</l>
      <l n="3368">Thou art not honest, and the Gods will plague Thee</l>
      <l n="3369">That thou restrain'st from me the Duty, which</l>
      <l n="3370">To a Mothers part belongs. He turnes away:</l>
      <l n="3371">Down Ladies: let vs shame him with him with our knees</l>
      <l n="3372">To his sur‑name<hi rend="italic">Coriolanus</hi>longs more pride</l>
      <l n="3373">Then pitty to our Prayers. Downe: an end,</l>
      <l n="3374">This is the last. So, we will home to Rome,</l>
      <l n="3375">And dye among our Neighbours: Nay, behold's,</l>
      <l n="3376">This Boy that cannot tell what he would haue,</l>
      <l n="3377">But kneeles, and holds vp hands for fellowship,</l>
      <l n="3378">Doe's reason our Petition with more strength</l>
      <l n="3379">Then thou hast to deny't. Come, let vs go:</l>
      <l n="3380">This Fellow had a Volcean to his Mother:</l>
      <l n="3381">His Wife is in<hi rend="italic">Corioles</hi>, and his Childe</l>
      <l n="3382">Like him by chance: yet giue vs our dispatch:</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="3383">I am husht vntill our City be afire, &amp; then Ile speak a litle</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Holds her by the hand silent.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3384">O Mother, Mother!</l>
      <l n="3385">What haue you done? Behold, the Heauens do ope,</l>
      <l n="3386">The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene</l>
      <l n="3387">They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh!</l>
      <l n="3388">You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome.</l>
      <l n="3389">But for your Sonne, beleeue it: Oh beleeue it,</l>
      <l n="3390">Most dangerously you haue with him preuail'd,</l>
      <l n="3391">If not most mortall to him. But let it come:</l>
      <l n="3392">
         <hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>, though I cannot make true Warres,</l>
      <l n="3393">Ile frame conuenient peace. Now good<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="3394">Were you in my steed, would you haue heard</l>
      <l n="3395">A Mother lesse? or granted lesse<hi rend="italic">Auffidius</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <p n="3396">I was mou'd withall.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3397">I dare be sworne you were:</l>
      <l n="3398">And sir, it is no little thing to make</l>
      <l n="3399">Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But (good sir)</l>
      <l n="3400">What peace you'l make, aduise me: For my part,</l>
      <l n="3401">Ile not to Rome, Ile backe with you, and pray you</l>
      <l n="3402">Stand to me in this cause. Oh Mother! Wife!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-auf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Auf.</speaker>
      <l n="3403">I am glad thou hast set thy mercy, &amp; thy Honor</l>
      <l n="3404">At difference in thee: Out of that Ile worke</l>
      <l n="3405">My selfe a former Fortune.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-cor-cor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Corio.</speaker>
      <l n="3406">I by and by; But we will drinke together:</l>
      <l n="3407">And you shall beare</l>
      <l n="3408">A better witnesse backe then words, which we</l>
      <l n="3409">On like conditions, will haue Counter‑seal'd.</l>
      <l n="3410">Come enter with vs: Ladies you deserue</l>
      <l n="3411">To haue a Temple built you: All the Swords</l>
      <l n="3412">In Italy, and her Confederate Armes</l>
      <l n="3413">Could not haue made this peace.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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