Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry,

That will not hold the Handling: Or fay to them,
Thou art their Soldier, and being bred in Broils
Haft not the foft way, which thou doft confefs
Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
In asking their good Loves, but thou wilt frame
Thy felf (forfooth) hereafter theirs so far,
As thou haft Power and Perfon.

Men. This but done,

Even as the fpeaks, why their Hearts were yours:
For they have Pardons, being ask'd, as free,
As Words to little Purpose.

Vol. Prithee now,

Go and be rul'd: Altho' I know thou hadst rather
Follow thine Enemy to a fiery Gulf,

Than flatter him in a Bower.

Here is Cominius.

Enter Cominius.

Com. I have been i'th' Market-place, and Sir, 'tis fit You have ftrong Party, or defend your felf

By Calmness, or by Abfence: All's in Anger.

Men. Only fair Speech.

Com. I think 'twill ferve, if he can thereto frame his Spirit.

Vol. He muft and will:

Prithee now fay you will, and go about it.

Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed Sconce? Muft I with my bafe Tongue give to my noble Heart A Lie, that it must bear well? I will do't:

Yet were there but this fingle Plot, to lose

This Mould of Martius, they to Dust should bring it,
And throw't against the Wind. To the Market-place:.
You have put me now to fuch a part, which never
I shall discharge to th' Life.

Crm. Come, come, we'll prompt you.

Vol. Ay, prithee now, fweet Son, as thou haft faid
My Praifes made thee firft a Soldier; fo
To have my Praise for this, perform a part
Thou haft not done before.

Cor. Well, I must do't:.

Away my Difpofition, and poffefs me

Some

Some Harlot's Spirit: My Throat of War be turn'd,
Which quir'd with my Drum, into a Pipe,
Small as an Eunuch, or the Virgin Voice
That Babies luils afleep; The Smiles of Knaves
Tent in my Cheeks, and School-boys Tears take up
The Glaffes of my Sight: A Beggar's Tongue
Make motion through my Lips, and my arm'd Knees
Who bow'd but in my Stirrup, bend like his
That have receiv'd an Alms. I will not do't,
Left I furceafe to honour mine own Truth,
And by my Bodies Action, teach my Mind
A most inherent Baseness.

Val. At thy Choice then:

To bg 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 Stoutnefs: For I mock at Death
With as big Heart as thou.

Do as thou lift

Thy Valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'fl it from me:
But own thy Pride thy felf.

Cor. Pray be content:

Mother, I am going to the Market-place:

Chide me no more. I'll Mountebank their Loves,
Cog their Hearts from them, and come home belov'd
Of all the Trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
Commend me to my Wife, I'll return Conful,
Or never trust to what my Tongue can do

I' th' way of Flattery further.

Vol. Do your Will.

[Exit Volumnia.

Com. Away, the Tribunes do attend you: Arm your felf

To anfwer mildly: For they are prepar'd

With Accufations, as I hear, more ftrong

Than are upon you yet.

Cor. The Word is, mildly.

Let them accufe me by Invention: I

Will answer in mine Honour.

Men. Ay, but mildly.

Pray you let us go.

[Exeunt.

Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.

Bru. In this Point charge him home, that he affects

Tyrannical Power: If he evade us there,

Inforce him with his envy to the People,
And that the Spoil got on the Antiats

Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come?
Enter an Edile.

Ad. He's coming.

Bru. How accompanied?

Æd. With old Menenius, and those Senators

That always favour'd him.

Sic. Have you a Catalogue

Of all the Voices that we have procur'd, fet down by th'

Ad. I have; 'tis ready.

Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes?

Ad. I have; 'tis ready.

Sic. Affemble prefently the People hither,

And when they hear me fay, it fhall be fo,

I'th' right and ftrength o'th' Commons; be it either
For Death, for Fine, or Banishment, then let them,

If I fay Fine, cry Fine; if Death, cry Death,

Infifting on the old Prerogative

And power i' th' truth o' th' Caufe.

Ed. I will inform them.

Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry,

Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd,

Inforce the prefent Execution

Of what we chance to Sentence.

Ad. Very well.

Sic. Make them be ftrong, and ready for this hint When we shall hap to giv't them.

Bru. Go about it,

Put him to Choler ftreight, he hath been us'd
Ever to conquer, and to have his word

Of Contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot
Be rein'd again to Temperance; then he speaks
What's in his Heatt; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

(Poll?

Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with others. Sic. Well, here he comes.

Men. Calmly I do beseech you.

Cor. Ay, as an Hoftler, that for the poorest peice

Will bear the Knave by th' Volume:

Th' Honoured Gods

Keep

Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Juftice
Supplied with worthy Men, plant Love amongst you,
Through our large Temples, with the fhews of Peace.
Cor. And not our Streets with War.

I Sen. Amen, Amen.

Men. A noble With.

Enter the Edile with the Flebeians.

Sic. Draw near, ye People.

Ad. Lift to your Tribunes: Audience;

Peace, I fay.

Cor. Firft, hear me speak,

Both Tri. Well, fay: Peace, ho.

Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this prefent? Muft all determine here?

Sic. I do demand,

If you fubmit you to the Peoples Voices,
Allow their Officers, and are content

To fuffer lawful Cenfure for fuch Faults
As fhall be prov'd upon you ?

Cor. I am content.

Men. Lo, Citizens, he fays he is content: The warlike Service he has done, confider; think Upon the Wounds his Body bears, which fhew Like Graves i' th' holy Church-yard.

Cor. Scratches with Briars, Scars to move Laughter only.

Men. Confider further:

That when he speaks not like a Citizen,
You find him like a Soldier; do not take
His rougher Actions for malicious Sounds:
But, as I fay, fuch as become a Soldier,
Rather than envy you,

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,

That being paft for Conful with full Voice,

I am dishonour'd, that the very hour

You take it off again?

Sic. Aufwer to us.

Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought fo.

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take

From Rome all fafo.a'd Office, and to wind

Your

Your felf unto a Power Tyrannical,

For which you are a Traitor to the People.

Cor. How? Traitor?

Men. Nay, temperately: your Promise.

Cor. The Fires i' th' loweft Hell, Fold in the People:
Call me their Traitor! thou injurious Tribune!
Within thine Eyes fate twenty Thousand Deaths,
In thy Hands clutch'd as many Millions, in
Thy lying Tongue both Numbers, I would fay,
Thou lyeft unto thee, with a Voice as free,
As I do pray the Gods.

Sic. Mark you this, People?

All. To th' Rock with him.
Sic. Peace:

We need not put new matter to his Charge:
What you have feen him do, and heard kim fpeak,
Beating your Officers, curfing your felves,
Oppofing Laws with Stroaks, and here defying
Those whofe great Power must try him,
Even this fo Criminal, and in fuch Capital kind,
Deferves th' extreameft Death.

Bru. But fince he hath ferv'd well for Rome-
Cor. What do you prate of Service ?

'Bru. I talk of that, that know it.

Cor. You?

made your Mother?

Men. Is this the promise that you made your
Com. Know, I pray you.-

Cor. I'll know no farther:

Let them pronounce the fteep Tarpeian Death,
Vagabond Exile, Fleaing, pent to linger
But with a Grain a Day, I would not buy
Their Mercy, at the price of one fair word,
Nor check my Courage for what they can give,
To hav't with faying, Good morrow.

Sic. For that he has

(As much as in him lyes) from time to time
Envy'd against the People: feeking Means
To pluck away their Power; as now at last,
Given hoftile ftroaks, and that not in the prefence
Of dreaded Juftice, but on the Minifters
That do diftrubute it. In the Name o'th' People,

And