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< But with his last attempt he wip'd it out,
(40) And yet to change thy Sulphur with a Bolt,
That poould but rive an Oak.] All the printed Copies concur in this Reading, but I have certainly restor'd the true Word. Vid. the 14th Note on this Play. (41) This Fellow had a Volscian to his Mother;
His Wife is in Corioli ; and his Child
Like him by Chance ; - ] But tho' his Wife was in Corioli, VOL. VI.
His wife is in Corioli, and this child
[Holds her by the hands, silent.
Let it come:
Auf. I too was mov'd.
Cor. I dare be sworn, you were ;
Auf. I'm glad, thou'st set thy mercy and thy ho
At difference in thee; out of That I'll work
[Aside. Cor. Ay, by and by; but we will drink together ; And you shall bear
[To Vol. Virg. & C.
might not his Child, nevertheless, be like him? The minute Altera. tion I have made,' I am perswaded, restores the true Reading. Volumnia would hint, that Coriolanus by his itern Behaviour had lost all Family-Regards, and did not remember that he had any Child. I am not his Mother, (says she) his Wife is in Corioli, and this Child, whom We bring with us, (young Marcius) is not his Child, but only bears his Resemblance by Chance.
To have a Temple built you: all the swords
SCENE, the Forum, in Rome.
Enter Menenius and Şicinius.
Sic. Why, what of that?
Men. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But, I say, there is no hope in't; our throats are sentenc'd, and stay upon execution.
Sic. Is't possible, that fo short a time can alter the condition of a man?
Men. There is difference between a grub and a butterfly, yet your butterfly was a grub; this Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings, he's more than a creeping thing.
Sic. He lov'd his mother dearly.
Men. So did he me; and he no more remembers his mother now, than an eight years old horse. The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes. When he walks, he moves like an engine, and the ground thrinks before his treading. He is able to pierce a corslet with his eye: talks like a knell, and his hum is a battery. He fits in his State, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finish'd with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God, but Eternity, and a heaven to throne in.
Sic. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
Men. I paint him in the character. Mark, what mercy his mother shall bring from him; there is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male tyger ; thatħall our poor City find; and all this is long of you.
Sic. The Gods be good unto us!
Men No, in such a case the Gods will not be good
When we banish'd him, we respected not them: and he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
Enter a Messenger. Mer. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your house ; The Plebeians have got your fellow-tribune, And hale him up and down; All swearing, if The Roman Ladies bring not comfort home, They'll give him death by inches.
Enter another Messenger.
Mef. As certain, as I know the Sun is fire:
[Trumpets, Hautboys, Drums beat, all together.
Men. This is good news :
[Sound still, with the shouts. Sic. First, the Gods bless you for your tidings: next, Accept my thankfulness.
Mef. Sir, we have all great cause to give great
thanks. Sic. They're near the city? Mef. Almost at point to enter. Sic. We'll meet them, and help the joy. (Exeunt. Enter two Senators, with ladies, passing over the
ftage; with other Lords. Sen. Behold our Patroness, the Life of Rome : Call all your Tribes together, praise the Gods, And make triumphant fires : ftrew flowers before
them : Unshout the noise, that banish'd Marcius ; Repeal him with the welcome of his mother : Cry, — welcome, Ladies, welcome! [Exeunt. All. Welcome, Ladies, welcome!
[A flourish with drums and trumpets.
SCENE changes to a publick Place in
Auf. G ',
Enter Tullus Aufidius, with Attendants.
I am here:
Enter three or four Conspirators of Aufidius's fačtion. 1 Con. How is it with our General?
Auf. Even so,
2 Con. Most noble Sir,