Which, by the interpretation of full time,May show like all yourself.
CORIOLANUS.
The god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove
To shame unvulnerable, and stick i’ the wars
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
And saving those that eye thee!
VOLUMNIA.
Your knee, sirrah.
CORIOLANUS.
That’s my brave boy.
VOLUMNIA.
Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
Are suitors to you.
CORIOLANUS.
I beseech you, peace:
Or, if you’d ask, remember this before,—
The thing 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.
VOLUMNIA.
O, no more, no more!
You have said you will not grant us anything;
For we have nothing else to ask but that
Which you deny already: yet we will ask;
That, if you fail in our request, the blame
May hang upon your hardness; therefore hear us.
CORIOLANUS.
Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark: for we’ll
Hear nought from Rome in private.—Your request?
VOLUMNIA.
Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment
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
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts,
Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and sorrow;
Making the mother, wife, and child, to see
The son, the husband, and the father, tearing
His country’s bowels out. And to poor we,
Thine enmity’s most capital: thou barr’st us
Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
That all but we enjoy; for how can we,
Alas, how can we for our country pray,
Whereto we are bound,—together with thy victory,
Whereto we are bound? alack, or we must lose
The country, our dear nurse, or else thy person,
Our comfort in the country. We must find
An evident calamity, though we had
Our wish, which side should win; for either thou
Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles through our streets, or else
Triumphantly tread on thy country’s ruin,
And bear the palm for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children’s blood. For myself, son,
I purpose not to wait on fortune till
These wars determine: if I can not persuade thee
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
March to assault thy country than to tread,—
Trust to’t, thou shalt not,—on thy mother’s womb
That brought thee to this world.
VIRGILIA.
Ay, and mine,
That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name
Living to time.
BOY.
‘A shall not tread on me;
I’ll run away till I am bigger; but then I’ll fight.
CORIOLANUS.
Not of a woman’s tenderness to be,
Requires nor child nor woman’s face to see.
I have sat too long.
[Rising.]
VOLUMNIA.
Nay, go not from us thus.
If it were so that our request did tend
To save the Romans, thereby to destroy
The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us,
As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit
Is that you reconcile them: while the Volsces
May say ‘This mercy we have show’d,’ the Romans
‘This we receiv’d,’ and each in either side
Give the all-hail to thee, and cry, ‘Be bless’d
For making up this peace!’ Thou know’st, great son,
The end of war’s uncertain; but this certain,
That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name
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