Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never Again with Rome's mechanicks :-Tell me not To allay my rages Vol. and revenges, with O, no more, no more! You have said, you will not grant us any thing; should Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sor row; Making the mother, wife, and child, to see 6 Betray. That all but we enjoy : For how can we, Alas! how can we for our country pray, Whereto we are bound; together with thy victory, Our wish, which side should win for either thou With manacles thorough our streets, or else I These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee (Trust to't, thou shalt not,) on thy mother's womb, That brought thee to this world. Vir. Ay, and on mine, That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name Living to time. 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. Vol. 7 Conclude. The Volces whom you serve, you might condemn us, Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, Be bless'd To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o'the air, That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak? More bound to his mother; yet here he lets me prate When she (poor hen!) fond of no second brood, 8 The refinements. Loaden with honour. Say, my request's unjust, Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee, Like him by chance :-Yet give us our despatch: And then I'll speak a little. Cor. O mother, mother! [Holding VOLUMNIA by the Hands, silent. What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome : But, for your son,-believe it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him. But, let it come :Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars, I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius, Were you in my stead, say, would you have heard A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius? Auf. I was mov'd withał. Cor. I dare be sworn, you were: And, sir, it is no little thing, to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir, What peace you'll make, advise me: I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; For my part, and pray you, Stand to me in this cause.-O mother! wife! Auf. I am glad, thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour At difference in thee: out of that I'll work Myself a former fortune. Cor. [Aside. [The ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS. Ay, by and by; [TO 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. SCENE IV. Rome. A publick Place. Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS. [Exeunt. Men. See you yond' coign9 o'the Capitol: yond corner stone? Sic. Why, what of that? 9 Angle. |