In boulted language; meal and bran together
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,

I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him in peace
Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,

In peace, to his utmost peril.

Go not home.

Bru. Sic. Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there: Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed

In our first way.

Let me desire your company. [To the Senators.] He must come,

Or what is worst will follow.

1 Sen.

Pray you, let's to him.

SCENE II.

A Room in CORIOLANUS'S House.

Enter CORIOLANUS, and Patricians.

Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears: present me
Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels;

Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.

Cor. I muse my mother

Does not approve me farther, who was wont
To call them woollen vassals; things created
To buy and sell with groats; to show bare heads

[Exeunt.

In congregations, to yawn, be still, and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up

To speak of peace, or war. I talk of you:

[To VOLUMNIA.

Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say, I play

I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.

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, something too

rough:

You must return, and mend it.

1 Sen. Unless, by not so doing, our good city

Cleave in the midst, and perish.

Vol.

I have a heart as little apt as yours,

There's no remedy;

Pray be counsell'd.

But yet a brain, that leads my use of anger

To better vantage.

Men.

Well said, noble woman.

Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that

The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic

For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.

Cor.

Men. Return to the tribunes.
Cor.

What must I do?

Well, 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' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
In peace what each of them by th' other lose,

That they combine not there?

A good demand.

Vol. If it be honour in your wars to seem
The same you are not, (which for your best ends
You adopt your policy) how is it less, or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war, since that to both
It stands in like request!

Cor.

Why force you this?

Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak
To the people; not by your own instruction,
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
But with such words that are but roted in

Your tongue, though but bastards, and syllables
Of no allowance to your bosom's truth.
Now, this no more dishonours you at all,
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
Which else would put you to your fortune, and
The hazard of much blood.

I would dissemble with my nature, where,
My fortunes and my friends at stake, requir'd
I should do so in honour: I am in this,
Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
And you will rather show our general lowts

How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon 'em,
For the inheritance of their loves, and safeguard
Of what that want might ruin.

Come, go with us: speak fair; you may salve so,
No what is dangerous present, but the loss

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
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the ears) waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry

That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils,
Hast not the soft way, which thou dost confess,
Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good-loves; but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power, and person.

Men.

This but done,

Even as she speaks, why, 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 hadst rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf,

Than flatter him in a bower.

Here is Cominius.

Enter COMINIUS.

Com. I have been i' the market-place; and, Sir, 't is fit

You make strong party, or defend yourself

By calmness, or by absence: all's in anger.

Men. Only fair speech.

Com.

Can thereto frame his spirit.

Vol.

I think, 't will serve; if he

He must, and will.

Pr'ythee now, say you will, and go about it.

Cor. Must I go show them my unbarbed 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 't against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me now to such a part, which never

I shall discharge to the 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

Thou hast not done before.

Cor.

Well, I must do 't.

Away, my disposition, and possess me

Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe

Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice

That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue

Make motion through my lips;
Who bow'd but in my stirrup,
That hath receiv'd an alms!

and my arm'd knees,
bend like his

I will not do 't,

Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And by my body's action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.

Vol.

At thy choice, then:

To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin: let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list.
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.

Cor.

Pray, be content:

Mother, I am going to the market-place;