The violent fit o'th' times craves it as phyfick Cor. What must I do? Men. Return to th' Tribunes. Cor. Well, what then? what then? Men. Repent what you have spoke. Cor. For them?—I cannot do it for the Gods, Muft I then do't to them? Vol. You are too abfolute, Tho' therein you can never be too noble, I'th' war do grow together: grant That, and tell me Cor. Tush, tufh Men. A good demand. Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to feem With Honour, as in War; fince that to both Cor. Why force you this? Vol. Because it lies on you to speak to th' People: I would diffemble with my nature, where So, in Julius Cæfar; When he perceiv'd, the common Herd was glad be refus'd the Crown, &c. And in many other Paffages, I fhould I should do fo in honour. (18) I am in this And you How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon 'em, Men. Noble Lady! Come, go with us, speak fair: you may falve fo Vol. I pr'ythee now, my Son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand, And thus far having ftretch'd it (here be with them) (18) I'm in this Your Wife, your Son: the Senators the Nobles, And You, &c.] The Pointing of the printed Copies makes flark Nonfenfe of this Passage. 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 Patri; who were in fome Measure link'd to his Conduct. Mr. Warburton. cians (19) waving thy Head, Which often, thus, correcting thy ftout Heart.] But do any of the Ancient, or Modern Mafters of Elocution prescribe 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 laftly, where is the Senfe or Grammar of thefe Words, Which often thus, &c? Thefe Questions are fufficient to shew the abfurd Corruption of thefe Lines. I would read therefore; waving thy Hand, Which foften thus, correcting thy fout Heart; This is a very proper Precept of Action fuiting the Occafion; Wave thy Hand, fays She, and foften the Action of it thus, then ftrike upon thy Breaft, and by that Action fhew the People thou haft corrected thy ftout Heart. All here is fine and proper. Mr. Warburton. S 3 Which Which foften, thus, correcting thy ftout heart, That will not hold the handling: or fay to them, Men. This but done, Ev'n as the fpeaks, why, all their hearts were yours: Vel. Pr'ythee now, Go and be rul'd: altho', I know, thou'dft rather Than flatter him in a bower. Enter Cominius. Here is Cominius. Com. I've been i'th' Market-place, and, Sir, 'tis fit You have ftrong Party, or defend your felf By calmnefs, or by abfence: all's in anger. Men. Only, fair fpeech, 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. (20) Yet were there but this fingle Plot, to lofe This This Mould of Marcius,] The Pointing of all the Impreffions fhews, the Editors did not understand this Paffage, 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, This mould of Marcius, they to duft should grind it, Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. Ay, pr'ythee now, fweet Son; as thou haft faid, My praises made thee first a Soldier, fo, To have my praife for this, perform a Part Cor. Well, I must do't: Away, my Difpofition, and poffefs me Some Harlot's fpirit! my throat of war be turn'd, I will not do't, - Vol. At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour, Cor. Pray, be content: Mother, I'm going to th' Market-place: Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd Of all the Trades in Rome. Look, I am going: Commend me to my Wife. I'll return Conful, "He, than the Deftruction of my Body, they should grind it to Powder, &c. Or never truft to what my tongue can do I'th' way of flattery further. Vol. Do your will. [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 Than are upon you yet. 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. [Exeunt. Bru. SCENE changes to the FORUM. IN Enter Sicinius and Brutus. N this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannic Power: if he evade us there, Inforce him with his envy to the People, And that the Spoil, got on the Antiates, Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come? Enter an Edile. Ed. He's coming. Bru. How accompanied ? Ed. With old Menenius, and thofe Senators That always favour'd him. Sic. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Set down by th' poll? Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes? Sic. Affemble presently the People hither, And, when they hear me fay, It shall be fo, I'th' right and ftrength o'th' Commons; (be it either For Death, for Fine, or Banishment,) then let them If I fay Fine, cry Fine; if Death, cry Death; Infifting on the old Prerogative And |