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A Tent. Enter CORIOLANUS, and AUFIDIUS.
Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow
Auf. Only their ends
Cor. This last old man,
Enter VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, VALERIA, and young
MARCIUS, with Attendants, all in Mourning. 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, What is that curt'sy worth ? or those dove's eyes, Which can make gods forsworn ?-I melt, and am
231 Of stronger earth than others.-My mother bows; As if Olympus to a mole-hill should In supplication nod: and my young boy Hath an aspect of intercession, which Great nature cries, Deny not.-Let the Volsces Plough Rone, and harrow Italy; I'll never Be such a gosling to obey instinct; but stand, As if a man were author of himself, And knew no other kin.
240 Vir. My lord and husband ! Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
Vir. The sorrow, that delivers us thus chang’d,
Cor. Like a dull actor now,
Now by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
Vol. O, stand up blest!
260 Shew duty, as mistaken all the while [Kneels. Between the child and parent.
Cor. What is this?
Vol. Thou art my warrior ;
[Pointing to VALERIA.
[Shewing young MARCIUS,
May shew like all yourself.
Cor. The god of soldiers,
Vol. Your knee, sirrah.
Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
Cor. I beseech you, peace : Or, if you'd ask, remember this before; 290 The things, I have forsworn to grant, may never Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate Again with Rome's mechanics :--Tell me not Wherein I seem unnatural: Desire not To allay my rages and revenges, with Your colder reasons.
Vol. Oh, no more, no more! You have said, you will not grant us any thing; For we have nothing else to ask, but that 300 Which you deny already: Yet we will ask ; That, if we fail in our request, the blame May hang upon your hardness : therefore hear us.
Cor. Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll Hear nought from Rome in private. ---Your request?
Vol. Should we be silent and not speak, our rai.
ment And state of bodies would bewray what life We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself, How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither : since that thy sight, which should
310 Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with com
forts, Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sor.
Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
And to poor we,