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Has! how bare bounce Alück.. else thy
Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
Ay, and on mine,
He shall not tread on me;
Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
Nay, go not from us thus. If it were so, that our request did tend
• These wars determine:] i, e. conclude, end.
To save the Romans, thereby to destroy The Volces, whom you serve, you might condemn us, As poisonous of your honour: No; our suit Is, that you reconcile them: while the Volces 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 song The end of war's uncertain; but this certain, That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit Which thou shalt thereby reap, 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 remains To the ensiling age, abhorr’d. Speak to me, son: Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,
FONOU, To imitate the graces of the gods; To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, : And yet to charge thy sulphur? with a bolt .. That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak ? Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man Still to remember wrongs :-Daughter, speak you: He cares not for your weeping.--Speak thou, boy: Perhaps, thy childishness will move him more Than can our reasons.--There is no man in the
. world More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me prate Like one i'the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy; When she, (poor hen!) fond of no second brood, Has cluck'd thee to the wars, and safely home,
*-- the fine strains.] The niceties, the refinements.
? And yet to charge thy sulphur-] The meaning of the passage is, To threaten much, and yet be merciful. :
8 Like one i' the stocks.] Keeps me in a state of ignominy talking to ng purpose.
Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust,
O mother, mother!
auf. I was mov'd withal.
I dare be sworn, you were: And, sir, it is no little thing, to make
The gods le sou done? Behora by the Hand
9 Does reason our petition-] Does argue for us and our petition,
Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
FAside: [The Ladies make signs to CoriolanUS. Cor. 'n
Ay, by and by;
T. VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c. But we will drink together; and you shall bear A better witness back than words, which we; On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd. . Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you: all the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made this peace.' [Exeunt.
Gou have and her made this
Enter MeneniuS and Socinius. Men. See you yond' coign o'the Capitol; yond' corner-stone?
Sic. Why, what of that?
Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his inother, may prevail with him.
L a former fortune.] i. e. restore myself to my former credit and power.
2 To have a temple built you:] Plutarch informs us, that a temple dedicated to the Fortune of the Ladies, was built on this occasion by order of the sepate.
But I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenced, and stay upon execution.
Sic. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is differency between a grub, and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man. to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing.
Sic. He loved his mother dearly,
Men. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight year old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye; talks like a knell, and his bum is a battery, He sits in his state, 4 as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity, and a heaven to tlirone in.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
Men. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his mother shall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tiger; that shall our poor city find; and all this is 'long of you.
Sic. The gods be good unto us!
Men. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them: and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us. .
Enter a Messenger.
- stay upon erecution.] i.e. stay but for it. Ie sits in his state, 8c.] His state means his chair of state,