Act V. Scene III. Coriolanus. Craig, W.J., ed. 1914. The Oxford Shakespeare

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William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.

Coriolanus

Act V. Scene III.

The Tent of CORIOLANUS.

Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and Others.
Cor. We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
Set down our host. My partner in this action,	4
You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly
I have borne this business.
Auf. Only their ends
You have respected; stopp’d your ears against	8
The general suit of Rome; never admitted
A private whisper; no, not with such friends
That thought them sure of you.
Cor. This last old man,	12
Whom with a crack’d heart I have sent to Rome,
Lov’d me above the measure of a father;
Nay, godded me indeed. Their latest refuge
Was to send him; for whose old love I have,	16
Though I show’d sourly to him, once more offer’d
The first conditions, which they did refuse,
And cannot now accept, to grace him only
That thought he could do more. A very little	20
I have yielded to; fresh embassies and suits,
Nor from the state, nor private friends, hereafter
Will I lend ear to. [Shout within.] Ha! what shout is this?
Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow	24
In the same time ’tis made? I will not.

Enter, in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants.
My wife comes foremost; then the honour’d mould
Wherein this trunk was fram’d, and in her hand	28
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 curtsy worth? or those doves’ eyes,	32
Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not
Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows,
As if Olympus to a molehill should
In supplication nod; and my young boy	36
Hath an aspect of intercession, which
Great nature cries, ‘Deny not.’ Let the Volsces
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I’ll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand	40
As if a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin.
Vir. My lord and husband!
Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.	44
Vir. The sorrow that delivers us thus chang’d
Makes you think so.
Cor. Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,	48
Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,
Forgive my tyranny; but do not say
For that, ‘Forgive our Romans.’ O! a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!	52
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip
Hath virgin’d it e’er since. You gods! I prate,
And the most noble mother of the world	56
Leave unsaluted. Sink, my knee, i’ the earth; [Kneels.
Of thy deep duty more impression show
Than that of common sons.
Vol. O! stand up bless’d;	60
Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
I kneel before thee, and unproperly
Show duty, as mistaken all this while
Between the child and parent. [Kneels.	64
Cor. What is this?
Your knees to me! to your corrected son!
Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds	68
Strike the proud cedars ’gainst the fiery sun,
Murd’ring impossibility, to make
What cannot be, slight work.
Vol. Thou art my warrior;	72
I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle
That’s curdied by the frost from purest snow,	76
And hangs on Dian’s temple: dear Valeria!
Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours, [Pointing to the Child.
Which by the interpretation of full time
May show like all yourself.	80
Cor. 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	84
Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
And saving those that eye thee!
Vol. Your knee, sirrah.
Cor. That’s my brave boy!	88
Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
Are suitors to you.
Cor. I beseech you, peace:
Or, if you’d ask, remember this before:	92
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	96
Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not
To allay my rages and revenges with
Your colder reasons.
Vol. O! no more, no more;	100
You have said you will not grant us any thing;
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	104
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 raiment	108
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	112
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	116
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,	120
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,	124
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	128
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,	132
I purpose not to wait on Fortune till
These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner	136
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.
Vir. Ay, and mine,	140
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.	144
Cor. Not of a woman’s tenderness to be,
Requires nor child nor woman’s face to see.
I have sat too long. [Rising.
Vol. Nay, go not from us thus.	148
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	152
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	156
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	160
Whose repetition will be dogg’d with curses;
Whose chronicle thus writ: ‘The man was noble,
But with his last attempt he wip’d it out,
Destroy’d his country, and his name remains	164
To the ensuing age abhorr’d.’ Speak to me, son!
Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,
To imitate the graces of the gods;
To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o’ the air,	168
And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt
That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?
Think’st thou it honourable for a noble man
Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speak you:	172
He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy:
Perhaps thy childishness will move him more
Than can our reasons. There is no man in the world
More bound to ’s mother; yet here he lets me prate	176
Like one i’ the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life
Show’d thy dear mother any courtesy;
When she—poor hen! fond of no second brood—
Has cluck’d thee to the wars, and safely home,	180
Loaden with honour. Say my request’s unjust,
And spurn me back; but if it be not so,
Thou art not honest, and the gods will plague thee,
That thou restrain’st from me the duty which	184
To a mother’s part belongs. He turns away:
Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees.
To his surname Coriolanus ’longs more pride
Than pity to our prayers. Down: an end;	188
This is the last: so we will home to Rome,
And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold us.
This boy, that cannot tell what he would have,
But kneels and holds up hands for fellowship,	192
Does reason our petition with more strength
Than thou hast to deny ’t. Come, let us go:
This fellow had a Volscian to his mother;
His wife is in Corioli, and his child	196
Like him by chance. Yet give us our dispatch:
I am hush’d until our city be a-fire,
And then I’ll speak a little.
Cor. [Holding VOLUMNIA by the hand, silent.] O, mother, mother!	200
What have you done? Behold! the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
They laugh at. O my mother! mother! O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;	204
But, for your son, believe it, O! believe it,
Most dangerously you have with him prevail’d,
If not most mortal to him. But let it come.
Aufidius though I cannot make true wars,	208
I’ll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius,
Were you in my stead, would you have heard
A mother less, or granted less, Aufidius?
Auf. I was mov’d withal.	212
Cor. I dare be sworn you were:
And, sir, it is no little thing to make
Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
What peace you’ll make, advise me: for my part,	216
I’ll not to Rome, I’ll back with you: and pray you,
Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife!
Auf. [Aside.] I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour
At difference in thee: out of that I’ll work	220
Myself a former fortune. [The ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS.
Cor. Ay, by and by;
But we will drink together; and you shall bear
A better witness back than words, which we,	224
On like conditions, would have counter-seal’d.
Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
To have a temple built you: all the swords
In Italy, and her confederate arms,	228
Could not have made this peace. [Exeunt.

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