Again with Rome's mechanics: tell me not Vol. O, no more, no more! You have said you will not grant us any thing; For we have nothing else to ask, but that Which you deny already: yet we will ask; That, if you fail in our request, the blame May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us. Cor. Aufidius, and you Volces, mark; for we 'll Hear naught from Rome in private.-Your request? Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our rai ment 1 And state of bodies would bewray 1 what life Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow; Making the mother, wife, and child, to see 1 Show. That all but we enjoy; for how can we, Whereto we are bound; together with thy victory, Our wish, which side should win; for either thou With manacles through our streets; or else These wars determine: 1 if I cannot persuade thee Than seek the end of one ;-thou shalt no sooner Vir. Boy. He shall not tread on me : I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight. Cor. Not of a woman's tenderness to be, Requires nor child nor woman's face to see. I have sat too long. [rising. 1 Terminate. Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. If it were so, that our request did tend To save the Romans, thereby to destroy The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn us, As poisonous of your honor. No; our suit Is that you reconcile them: while the Volces May say, 'This mercy we have show'd;' the Ro mans, This we received;' 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 son, The end of war's uncertain; but this certain,- To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air, That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak? Still to remember wrongs?-Daughter, speak you 1 Niceties, refinements. |