And our most noble matrons, work upon him; All. We will, we will. Com. The Roman gods prosper their embassy! ACT THE FIFTH. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The Volscian Camp. Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. CAIUS MARCIUS CORIOLANUS, TULLUS AUFIDIUS, VOLUSIUS, SENATORS, OFFICERS, and SOLDIERS. Cor. Here, noble Tullus, sit, and judge my con duct; 1 Nor spare to check me, if I act amiss. Auf. Marcius, the Volscian fate is in thy hand. Enter VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, YOUNG MARCIUS, VaLERIA, and ROMAN LADIES, in mourning Habits. Cor. My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection! All bond and privilege of nature, break! Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate. [VIRGILIA bows. What is that court'sy worth? or those dove's eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? [VOLUMNIA bows. My mother bows; As if Olympus to a mole-hill should 2 In supplication nod: and my young boy Great Nature cries, "Deny not."-Let the Vol- . scians Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; As if a man were author of himself, Vir. My lord and husband! Of stronger earth than others.- Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now by the jealous queen of heav'n, that kiss Vol. O, stand up bless'd ! Thou art my warrior; I holp to frame thee.-Do you know this lady? [Pointing to VALERIA. Cor. The noble sister of Publicola, The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle, That's curded by the frost from purest snow, Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours, [Presenting YOUNG MARCIUS. Which, by the interpretation of full time, May show like all yourself. Cor. The god of soldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou may'st prove To shame invulnerable, and stick i̇'the wars. G Like a great seamark, standing every flaw, And saving those that eye thee! Vol. Your knee, sirrah. Cor. That's my brave boy. Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Are suitors to you. Cor. I beseech you, peace: Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never Again with Rome's mechanics :-tell me not To allay my rages and revenges with Your colder reasons. Vol. 9, no more, no more! You have said, you will not grant us any thing; May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us. How more unfortunate than all living women For either thou Must, as a foreign recreant, be led With manacles thorough our streets, or else Čor. I have sat too long. Vol. Nay, go not from us thus. If it were so, that our request did tend To save the Romans, thereby to destroy The Volscians whom you serve, you might condemn us, As poisonous of your honour? No; our suit Give the all-hail to thee, and cry," Be bless'd Cor. Those walls contain the most corrupt of men, 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 When she, (poor hen !) fond of no second brood, Auf. See, see, Volusius, how the strong emotions Vol. He turns away: Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees. This boy, that cannot tell what he would have, Like him by chance; Yet give us our despatch: And then I'll speak a little. Vir. Since, Coriolanus, thou dost still retain, Were it for me to join my supplications! The voice of his Virgilia, once so pleasing, O, permit me, To shed my gushing tears upon thy hand, Cor. Leave me. Vir. I obey. How bitter thus to part, Upon such terms to part, perhaps for ever! But, tell me, ere I hence unroot my feet, When to my lonely home I shall return,— Cor. Come; and complete my happiness at Antium, You, and my honour'd mother: There shall you see with what respect, the Volscians Will treat the wife, and mother, of their general. Vol. Treat us thyself with more respect, my son; You only tear my heart, but cannot shake it.— Vir. O, vow not our destruction! Vol. Daughter, rise : [Falling on her Knees. Let us no more before the Volscian people A heart as stout as thine: I came not hither, Go, barb'rous son; go, double parricide ; |