(26) Before he fhould thus ftoop to th' Herd, but that Cor. For them? I cannot do it for the Gods, Muft I then do't to them Pods o Vol. You are too abfolute, iem Tho' therein you can never be too noble, But when Extremities fpeak! Bve heard you say, Cor. Why force you this? J Vol. Because it lies on you to fpeak to th' People: Not by your own inftruction, nor by th th' matter Which your heart prompts you to, but with fuch words But roated in your tongue, baftards, and fyllables Of no allowance, to your bofom's truth. Now, this no more difhonours you at all, (26) Before he thus fhould floop to'th Heart,] But how did Coriolanus ftoop to his Heart? he rather, as we vulgarly exprefs it, made his proud Heart ftoop to the Neceffity of the Times. I am perfuaded, my Emendation gives the true Reading. So, before, in this Play; Are thefe your Herd? So, in Julius Cæfar; &c. When he perceiv'd, the common Herd was glad he refas'd the Grown, And in many other Paffages. Than Than to take in a Town with gentle words, 1 I would diffemble with my nature, where Men. Noble Lady! Come, go with us, fpeak fair: you may falve fo Vol. I pr'ythee now, my Son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand, (27) I'm in this Your Wife, your Son: the Senators the Nobles, And You &c.] The Pointing of the printed Copies makes ftark Nonsense of this Paffage. Volumnia is perfuading Coriolanus that he ought to flatter the People, as the general Fortune was at Stake; and fays, that, in this Advice, She speaks as his Wife, as his Son as the Senate, and Body of the Patricians; who were in fome Measure link'd to his Condu&t. Mr. Warburton. (28) waving thy Head, Which often, thus, correcting thy flout Heart] But do any of the Ancient, or Modern Mafters of Elocution prefcribe the waving the Head, when they treat of Action? Or how does the waving the Head correct the Stoutnefs of the Heart, or evidence Humility? Or taily, where is the Senfe or Grammar of thefe Words, Which often thus &c. These Questions are fufficient to shew the abfurd Corruption of thefe Lines. I would read therefore has waving thy Hand, Which foften thus, correcting thy flout Heart 3 This is a very proper Precept of Action fuiting the Occafion; Wave thy Hand, fays She, and foften the Action of it thus, then trike upon thy Breaft, and by that Action fhew the People thou hall corrected thy fout Heart. All here is fine and proper. F 4 Mr. Warburton. Moft Now humble as the ripest Mulberry, That will not hold the handling: or fay to them, Men. This but done, Ev'n as the speaks, why, all their hearts were yours; For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free, As words to little purpose. Vol. Pr'ythee now, Go and be rul'd: altho', I know, thou'dft rather Than flatter him in a bower, Here is Cominius. Enter Cominius, Com. I've 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. y 21 Com. I think, 'twill ferve, if he Can thereto frame his fpirit. Vol. He muft and will: Pr'ythee now, fay you will, and go about it. Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed sconce? Must my bafe tongue give to my noble heart A lie, that it muft bear? well,will dots (29) Yet were there but this fingle Plot go dofe, This mould of Marcius, they to duft should grind it, And throw't against the windedTooth Market place! smo♬ ni 29b6TI 913 s to 1 0191 56 (29) Yet were there but this fingle Plat, ko lafe This Mould of Marcius, The Pointing of all the Impreffions fhews, the Editors did not understand this Pallage. What Plot is this, they are dreaming of, to lofe the Mould of Marcius? But Plot and Mould are but one and the fame Thing; and mean no more than the Flesh and Subftance of Marcius's Body Were there no other Confequences annex d, fays He, than the Deftruction of my Body, they sunnere of hould grind to Powder & 66. You've put me now to fuchfa Part, which never Com. Comes come, we'll prompt you. Vol. Ay, pr'ytheemow, fweet Son; as thou haft faid, My praises made thee first a Soldier, fo, To have my praise for this, perform a Párt Cor. Well, I must do't:: Away, my Difpofition, and poffefs me Some Harlot's fpirit! my throat of war be turn'd, Vol. At thy choice then annetta To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour, tom Vol. Do your will. - T [Exit Volumnia. Com, Away, the Tribunes do attend you: arm Your felf to anfwer mildly; for they're prepar'd With accufations, as I hear, more strong Cor. The word is, mildly.-Pray you, let us go." Let them accufe me by invention; I Will answer in mine honour. Men. Ay, but mildly. Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. SCENE changes to the Forum. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. [Exeunt. Bru. N this point charge him home, that he affects Inforce him with his envy to the People, Enter an Edile. Ed. He's coming. Bru. How accompanied? Æd. With old Menenius, and those Senators That always favour'd him. Sic. Have you a catalogue 8 Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes? Sic. Affemble prefently the People hither, And, when they hear me fay, It shall be fo, I'th' right and itrength o'th' Commons; (be it either Ed. I will inform them.l ? ༼1992 14 o Inforce |