The Complete Works of William Shakespeare Part 80

FIRST CITIZEN. He shall well know The n.o.ble tribunes are the people's mouths, And we their hands.

PLEBEIANS. He shall, sure on't.

MENENIUS. Sir, sir- SICINIUS. Peace!

MENENIUS. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt With modest warrant.

SICINIUS. Sir, how comes't that you Have holp to make this rescue?

MENENIUS. Hear me speak.

As I do know the consul's worthiness, So can I name his faults.

SICINIUS. Consul! What consul?

MENENIUS. The consul Coriola.n.u.s.

BRUTUS. He consul!

PLEBEIANS. No, no, no, no, no.

MENENIUS. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, I may be heard, I would crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm Than so much loss of time.

SICINIUS. Speak briefly, then, For we are peremptory to dispatch This viperous traitor; to eject him hence Were but one danger, and to keep him here Our certain death; therefore it is decreed He dies to-night.

MENENIUS. Now the good G.o.ds forbid That our renowned Rome, whose grat.i.tude Towards her deserved children is enroll'd In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own!

SICINIUS. He's a disease that must be cut away.

MENENIUS. O, he's a limb that has but a disease- Mortal, to cut it off: to cure it, easy.

What has he done to Rome that's worthy death?

Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost- Which I dare vouch is more than that he hath By many an ounce- he dropt it for his country; And what is left, to lose it by his country Were to us all that do't and suffer it A brand to th' end o' th' world.

SICINIUS. This is clean kam.

BRUTUS. Merely awry. When he did love his country, It honour'd him.

SICINIUS. The service of the foot, Being once gangren'd, is not then respected For what before it was.

BRUTUS. We'll hear no more.

Pursue him to his house and pluck him thence, Lest his infection, being of catching nature, Spread further.

MENENIUS. One word more, one word This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will, too late, Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process, Lest parties- as he is belov'd- break out, And sack great Rome with Romans.

BRUTUS. If it were so- SICINIUS. What do ye talk?

Have we not had a taste of his obedience- Our aediles smote, ourselves resisted? Come!

MENENIUS. Consider this: he has been bred i' th' wars Since 'a could draw a sword, and is ill school'd In bolted language; meal and bran together He throws without distinction. Give me leave, I'll go to him and undertake to bring him Where he shall answer by a lawful form, In peace, to his utmost peril.

FIRST SENATOR. n.o.ble Tribunes, It is the humane way; the other course Will prove too b.l.o.o.d.y, and the end of it Unknown to the beginning.

SICINIUS. n.o.ble Menenius, Be you then as the people's officer.

Masters, lay down your weapons.

BRUTUS. Go not home.

SICINIUS. Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there; Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed In our first way.

MENENIUS. I'll bring him to you.

[To the SENATORS] Let me desire your company; he must come, Or what is worst will follow.

FIRST SENATOR. Pray you let's to him. Exeunt

SCENE II.

Rome. The house of CORIOLa.n.u.s

Enter CORIOLa.n.u.s with n.o.bLES

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Let them pull all about mine ears, present me Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight; yet will I still Be thus to them.

FIRST PATRICIAN. You do the n.o.bler.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. I muse my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To call them woollen va.s.sals, things created To buy and sell with groats; to show bare heads In congregations, to yawn, be still, and wonder, When one but of my ordinance stood up To speak of peace or war.

Enter VOLUMNIA

I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.

VOLUMNIA. O, sir, sir, sir, I would have had you put your power well on Before you had worn it out.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Let go.

VOLUMNIA. You might have been enough the man you are With striving less to be so; lesser had been The thwartings of your dispositions, if You had not show'd them how ye were dispos'd, Ere they lack'd power to cross you.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Let them hang.

VOLUMNIA. Ay, and burn too.

Enter MENENIUS with the SENATORS

MENENIUS. Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough; You must return and mend it.

FIRST SENATOR. There's no remedy, Unless, by not so doing, our good city Cleave in the midst and perish.

VOLUMNIA. Pray be counsell'd; I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage.

MENENIUS. Well said, n.o.ble woman!

Before he should thus stoop to th' herd, but that The violent fit o' th' time craves it as physic For the whole state, I would put mine armour on, Which I can scarcely bear.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. What must I do?

MENENIUS. Return to th' tribunes.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Well, what then, what then?

MENENIUS. Repent what you have spoke.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. For them! I cannot do it to the G.o.ds; Must I then do't to them?

VOLUMNIA. You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too n.o.ble But when extremities speak. I have heard you say Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I' th' war do grow together; grant that, and tell me In peace what each of them by th' other lose That they combine not there.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Tush, tush!

MENENIUS. A good demand.

VOLUMNIA. If it be honour in your wars to seem The same you are not, which for your best ends You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour as in war; since that to both It stands in like request?

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Why force you this?

VOLUMNIA. Because that now it lies you on to speak To th' people, not by your own instruction, Nor by th' matter which your heart prompts you, But with such words that are but roted in Your tongue, though but b.a.s.t.a.r.ds and syllables Of no allowance to your bosom's truth.

Now, this no more dishonours you at all Than to take in a town with gentle words, Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood.

I would dissemble with my nature where My fortunes and my friends at stake requir'd I should do so in honour. I am in this Your wife, your son, these senators, the n.o.bles; And you will rather show our general louts How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon 'em For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard Of what that want might ruin.

MENENIUS. n.o.ble lady!

Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the los Of what is past.

VOLUMNIA. I prithee now, My son, Go to them with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it- here be with them- Thy knee bussing the stones- for in such busines Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned than the ears- waving thy head, Which often thus correcting thy-stout heart, Now humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling. Or say to them Thou art their soldier and, being bred in broils, Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast power and person.

MENENIUS. This but done Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose.

VOLUMNIA. Prithee now, Go, and be rul'd; although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf Than flatter him in a bower.

Enter COMINIUS

Here is Cominius.

COMINIUS. I have been i' th' market-place; and, sir, 'tis fit You make strong party, or defend yourself By calmness or by absence; all's in anger.

MENENIUS. Only fair speech.

COMINIUS. I think 'twill serve, if he Can thereto frame his spirit.

VOLUMNIA. He must and will.

Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce? Must I With my base tongue give to my n.o.ble heart A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't; Yet, were there but this single plot to lose, This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, And throw't against the wind. To th' market-place!

You have put me now to such a part which never I shall discharge to th' life.

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

VOLUMNIA. I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part Thou hast not done before.

CORIOLa.n.u.s. Well, I must do't.

Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, Which quier'd with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch or the virgin voice That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up The gla.s.ses 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 hath receiv'd an alms! I will not do't, Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, And by my body's action teach my mind A most inherent baseness.

VOLUMNIA. At thy choice, then.

To beg 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 stoutness; for I mock at death With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list.

Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me; But owe thy pride thyself.