Speeches (Lines) for Volumnia in "The Tragedy of Coriolanus"

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1 I / 3
  • I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
    more comfortable sort:...
  • I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
    more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I
    should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he
    won honour than in the embracements of his bed where
    he would show most love. When yet he was but
    tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when
    youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when
    for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not
    sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering
    how honour would become such a person. that it was
    no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if
    renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek
    danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel
    war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows
    bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not
    more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child
    than now in first seeing he had proved himself a
    man.
  • All. Farewell.

    Volumnia. I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
    more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I
    should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he
    won honour than in the embracements of his bed where
    he would show most love. When yet he was but
    tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when
    youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when
    for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not
    sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering
    how honour would become such a person. that it was
    no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if
    renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek
    danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel
    war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows
    bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not
    more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child
    than now in first seeing he had proved himself a
    man.

2 I / 3
  • Then his good report should have been my son; I
    therein would have found iss...
  • Then his good report should have been my son; I
    therein would have found issue. Hear me profess
    sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
    alike and none less dear than thine and my good
    CORIOLANUS, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their
    country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
  • Virgilia. But had he died in the business, madam; how then?

    Volumnia. Then his good report should have been my son; I
    therein would have found issue. Hear me profess
    sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
    alike and none less dear than thine and my good
    CORIOLANUS, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their
    country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

3 I / 3
  • Indeed, you shall not.
    Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
    See h...
  • Indeed, you shall not.
    Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
    See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,
    As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:
    Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:
    'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,
    Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow
    With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,
    Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow
    Or all or lose his hire.
  • Virgilia. Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.

    Volumnia. Indeed, you shall not.
    Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
    See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,
    As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:
    Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:
    'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,
    Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow
    With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,
    Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow
    Or all or lose his hire.

4 I / 3
  • Away, you fool! it more becomes a man
    Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of H...
  • Away, you fool! it more becomes a man
    Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,
    When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
    Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood
    At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria,
    We are fit to bid her welcome.
  • Virgilia. His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!

    Volumnia. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man
    Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,
    When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
    Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood
    At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria,
    We are fit to bid her welcome.

5 I / 3
  • He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
    And tread upon his neck.
  • He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
    And tread upon his neck.
  • Virgilia. Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!

    Volumnia. He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
    And tread upon his neck.

6 I / 3
  • Sweet madam.
  • Sweet madam.
  • Valeria. My ladies both, good day to you.

    Volumnia. Sweet madam.

7 I / 3
  • He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
    look upon his school-mas...
  • He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
    look upon his school-master.
  • Virgilia. I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.

    Volumnia. He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
    look upon his school-master.

8 I / 3
  • One on 's father's moods.
  • One on 's father's moods.
  • Valeria. O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a
    very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o'
    Wednesday half an hour together: has such a
    confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded
    butterfly: and when he caught it, he let it go
    again; and after it again; and over and over he
    comes, and again; catched it again; or whether his
    fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his
    teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked
    it!

    Volumnia. One on 's father's moods.

9 I / 3
  • She shall, she shall.
  • She shall, she shall.
  • Valeria. Not out of doors!

    Volumnia. She shall, she shall.

10 I / 3
  • Why, I pray you?
  • Why, I pray you?
  • Virgilia. I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with
    my prayers; but I cannot go thither.

    Volumnia. Why, I pray you?

11 I / 3
  • Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
    disease our better mirth.
  • Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
    disease our better mirth.
  • Virgilia. Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every
    thing hereafter.

    Volumnia. Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
    disease our better mirth.

12 II / 1
  • Honourable Menenius, my boy CORIOLANUS approaches; for
    the love of Juno, let...
  • Honourable Menenius, my boy CORIOLANUS approaches; for
    the love of Juno, let's go.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall
    encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When
    you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the
    wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not
    so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's
    cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-
    saddle. Yet you must be saying, CORIOLANUS is proud;
    who in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessors
    since Deucalion, though peradventure some of the
    best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to
    your worships: more of your conversation would
    infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly
    plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.
    [BRUTUS and SICINIUS go aside]
    [Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA]
    How now, my as fair as noble ladies,--and the moon,
    were she earthly, no nobler,--whither do you follow
    your eyes so fast?

    Volumnia. Honourable Menenius, my boy CORIOLANUS approaches; for
    the love of Juno, let's go.

13 II / 1
  • Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
    approbation.
  • Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
    approbation.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Ha! CORIOLANUS coming home!

    Volumnia. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
    approbation.

14 II / 1
  • [together with Virgilia] Nay, 'tis true.
  • [together with Virgilia] Nay, 'tis true.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
    CORIOLANUS coming home!

    Volumnia. [together with Virgilia] Nay, 'tis true.

15 II / 1
  • Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
    another, his wife another; an...
  • Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
    another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one
    at home for you.
  • Virgilia. Nay, 'tis true.

    Volumnia. Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
    another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one
    at home for you.

16 II / 1
  • O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
  • O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
  • Virgilia. O, no, no, no.

    Volumnia. O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.

17 II / 1
  • On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home
    with the oaken garland.
  • On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home
    with the oaken garland.
  • Menenius Agrippa. So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
    victory in his pocket? the wounds become him.

    Volumnia. On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home
    with the oaken garland.

18 II / 1
  • Titus TITUS writes, they fought together, but
    Aufidius got off.
  • Titus TITUS writes, they fought together, but
    Aufidius got off.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?

    Volumnia. Titus TITUS writes, they fought together, but
    Aufidius got off.

19 II / 1
  • Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate
    has letters from the genera...
  • Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate
    has letters from the general, wherein he gives my
    son the whole name of the war: he hath in this
    action outdone his former deeds doubly
  • Menenius Agrippa. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that:
    an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so
    fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold
    that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?

    Volumnia. Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate
    has letters from the general, wherein he gives my
    son the whole name of the war: he hath in this
    action outdone his former deeds doubly

20 II / 1
  • True! pow, wow.
  • True! pow, wow.
  • Virgilia. The gods grant them true!

    Volumnia. True! pow, wow.

21 II / 1
  • I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be
    large cicatrices to show t...
  • I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be
    large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall
    stand for his place. He received in the repulse of
    Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.
  • Menenius Agrippa. True! I'll be sworn they are true.
    Where is he wounded?
    [To the Tribunes]
    God save your good worships! CORIOLANUS is coming
    home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

    Volumnia. I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be
    large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall
    stand for his place. He received in the repulse of
    Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.

22 II / 1
  • He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five
    wounds upon him.
  • He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five
    wounds upon him.
  • Menenius Agrippa. One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,--there's
    nine that I know.

    Volumnia. He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five
    wounds upon him.

23 II / 1
  • These are the ushers of CORIOLANUS: before him he
    carries noise, and behind...
  • These are the ushers of CORIOLANUS: before him he
    carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:
    Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie;
    Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.
    [A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the]
    general, and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS,
    crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and
    Soldiers, and a Herald]
  • Menenius Agrippa. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
    [A shout and flourish]
    Hark! the trumpets.

    Volumnia. These are the ushers of CORIOLANUS: before him he
    carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:
    Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie;
    Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.
    [A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the]
    general, and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS,
    crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and
    Soldiers, and a Herald]

24 II / 1
  • Nay, my good soldier, up;
    My gentle CORIOLANUS, worthy Caius, and
    By dee...
  • Nay, my good soldier, up;
    My gentle CORIOLANUS, worthy Caius, and
    By deed-achieving honour newly named,--
    What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?--
    But O, thy wife!
  • Coriolanus. O,
    You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
    For my prosperity!

    Volumnia. Nay, my good soldier, up;
    My gentle CORIOLANUS, worthy Caius, and
    By deed-achieving honour newly named,--
    What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?--
    But O, thy wife!

25 II / 1
  • I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
    And welcome, general: and ye're w...
  • I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
    And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.
  • Coriolanus. And live you yet?
    [To VALERIA]
    O my sweet lady, pardon.

    Volumnia. I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
    And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.

26 II / 1
  • I have lived
    To see inherited my very wishes
    And the buildings of my fan...
  • I have lived
    To see inherited my very wishes
    And the buildings of my fancy: only
    There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
    Our Rome will cast upon thee.
  • Coriolanus. [To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA] Your hand, and yours:
    Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
    The good patricians must be visited;
    From whom I have received not only greetings,
    But with them change of honours.

    Volumnia. I have lived
    To see inherited my very wishes
    And the buildings of my fancy: only
    There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
    Our Rome will cast upon thee.

27 III / 2
  • O, sir, sir, sir,
    I would have had you put your power well on,
    Before yo...
  • O, sir, sir, sir,
    I would have had you put your power well on,
    Before you had worn it out.
  • Coriolanus. I muse my mother
    Does not approve me further, who was wont
    To call them woollen vassals, 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.

28 III / 2
  • You might have been enough the man you are,
    With striving less to be so; les...
  • 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 disposed
    Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
  • Coriolanus. 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 disposed
    Ere they lack'd power to cross you.

29 III / 2
  • Pray, be counsell'd:
    I have a heart as little apt as yours,
    But yet a br...
  • 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.
  • 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.

30 III / 2
  • You are too absolute;
    Though therein you can never be too noble,
    But whe...
  • You are too absolute;
    Though therein you can never be too noble,
    But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
    Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,
    I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
    In peace what each of them by the other lose,
    That they combine not there.
  • Coriolanus. For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
    Must I then do't to them?

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

31 III / 2
  • If it be honour in your wars to seem
    The same you are not, which, for your b...
  • 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?
  • Menenius Agrippa. 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?

32 III / 2
  • Because that now it lies you on to speak
    To the people; not by your own inst...
  • Because that now it lies you on to speak
    To the people; not by your own instruction,
    Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
    But with such words that are but rooted in
    Your tongue, though but bastards 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 required
    I should do so in honour: I am in this,
    Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
    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.
  • Coriolanus. Why force you this?

    Volumnia. Because that now it lies you on to speak
    To the people; not by your own instruction,
    Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
    But with such words that are but rooted in
    Your tongue, though but bastards 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 required
    I should do so in honour: I am in this,
    Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
    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.

33 III / 2
  • I prithee now, my son,
    Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
    And thu...
  • 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 business
    Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the 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 Agrippa. Noble lady!
    Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
    Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
    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 business
    Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the 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.

34 III / 2
  • Prithee now,
    Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
    Follow...
  • Prithee now,
    Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
    Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
    Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
  • Menenius Agrippa. 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 ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
    Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
    Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.

35 III / 2
  • He must, and will
    Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
  • He must, and will
    Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
  • 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.

36 III / 2
  • I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
    My praises made thee first a sol...
  • 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.
  • 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.

37 III / 2
  • At thy choice, then:
    To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
    Than thou o...
  • 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.
  • Coriolanus. Well, I must do't:
    Away, my disposition, and possess me
    Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd,
    Which quired 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 glasses 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 received 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.

38 III / 2
  • Do your will.
  • Do your will.
  • Coriolanus. Pray, be content:
    Mother, I am going to the market-place;
    Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,
    Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
    Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
    Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul;
    Or never trust to what my tongue can do
    I' the way of flattery further.

    Volumnia. Do your will.

39 IV / 3
  • Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
    And occupations perish!
  • Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
    And occupations perish!
  • Coriolanus. Nay! prithee, woman,--

    Volumnia. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
    And occupations perish!

40 IV / 3
  • My first son.
    Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
    With thee awhile:...
  • My first son.
    Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
    With thee awhile: determine on some course,
    More than a wild exposture to each chance
    That starts i' the way before thee.
  • Coriolanus. What, what, what!
    I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother.
    Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
    If you had been the wife of Hercules,
    Six of his labours you'ld have done, and saved
    Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
    Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother:
    I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
    Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
    And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
    I have seen thee stem, and thou hast oft beheld
    Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women
    'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
    As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well
    My hazards still have been your solace: and
    Believe't not lightly--though I go alone,
    Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
    Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen--your son
    Will or exceed the common or be caught
    With cautelous baits and practise.

    Volumnia. My first son.
    Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
    With thee awhile: determine on some course,
    More than a wild exposture to each chance
    That starts i' the way before thee.

41 IV / 2
  • O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
    Requite your love!
  • O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
    Requite your love!
  • Junius Brutus. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.

    Volumnia. O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
    Requite your love!

42 IV / 2
  • If that I could for weeping, you should hear,--
    Nay, and you shall hear some...
  • If that I could for weeping, you should hear,--
    Nay, and you shall hear some.
    [To BRUTUS]
    Will you be gone?
  • Menenius Agrippa. Peace, peace; be not so loud.

    Volumnia. If that I could for weeping, you should hear,--
    Nay, and you shall hear some.
    [To BRUTUS]
    Will you be gone?

43 IV / 2
  • Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool.
    Was not a man my father? Hads...
  • Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool.
    Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
    To banish him that struck more blows for Rome
    Than thou hast spoken words?
  • Sicinius Velutus. Are you mankind?

    Volumnia. Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool.
    Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
    To banish him that struck more blows for Rome
    Than thou hast spoken words?

44 IV / 2
  • More noble blows than ever thou wise words;
    And for Rome's good. I'll tell t...
  • More noble blows than ever thou wise words;
    And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go:
    Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son
    Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
    His good sword in his hand.
  • Sicinius Velutus. O blessed heavens!

    Volumnia. More noble blows than ever thou wise words;
    And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go:
    Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son
    Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
    His good sword in his hand.

45 IV / 2
  • Bastards and all.
    Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
  • Bastards and all.
    Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
  • Virgilia. What then!
    He'ld make an end of thy posterity.

    Volumnia. Bastards and all.
    Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!

46 IV / 2
  • 'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble:
    Cats, that can judge as fit...
  • 'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble:
    Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth
    As I can of those mysteries which heaven
    Will not have earth to know.
  • Junius Brutus. I would he had.

    Volumnia. 'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble:
    Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth
    As I can of those mysteries which heaven
    Will not have earth to know.

47 IV / 2
  • Now, pray, sir, get you gone:
    You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear t...
  • Now, pray, sir, get you gone:
    You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:--
    As far as doth the Capitol exceed
    The meanest house in Rome, so far my son--
    This lady's husband here, this, do you see--
    Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.
  • Junius Brutus. Pray, let us go.

    Volumnia. Now, pray, sir, get you gone:
    You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:--
    As far as doth the Capitol exceed
    The meanest house in Rome, so far my son--
    This lady's husband here, this, do you see--
    Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.

48 IV / 2
  • Take my prayers with you.
    [Exeunt Tribunes]
    I would the gods had nothing...
  • Take my prayers with you.
    [Exeunt Tribunes]
    I would the gods had nothing else to do
    But to confirm my curses! Could I meet 'em
    But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
    Of what lies heavy to't.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Why stay we to be baited
    With one that wants her wits?

    Volumnia. Take my prayers with you.
    [Exeunt Tribunes]
    I would the gods had nothing else to do
    But to confirm my curses! Could I meet 'em
    But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
    Of what lies heavy to't.

49 IV / 2
  • Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
    And so shall starve with feeding. Come,...
  • Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
    And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go:
    Leave this faint puling and lament as I do,
    In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.
  • Menenius Agrippa. You have told them home;
    And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?

    Volumnia. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
    And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go:
    Leave this faint puling and lament as I do,
    In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.

50 V / 3
  • O, stand up blest!
    Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
    I knee...
  • O, stand up blest!
    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.
  • Coriolanus. Like a dull actor now,
    I have forgot my part, and I am out,
    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!
    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
    Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i' the earth;
    [Kneels]
    Of thy deep duty more impression show
    Than that of common sons.

    Volumnia. O, stand up blest!
    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.

51 V / 3
  • Thou art my warrior;
    I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
  • Thou art my warrior;
    I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
  • Coriolanus. 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
    Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
    Murdering impossibility, to make
    What cannot be, slight work.

    Volumnia. Thou art my warrior;
    I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?

52 V / 3
  • This is a poor epitome of yours,
    Which by the interpretation of full time
  • This is a poor epitome of yours,
    Which by the interpretation of full time
    May show like all yourself.
  • Coriolanus. The noble sister of Publicola,
    The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
    That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
    And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria!

    Volumnia. This is a poor epitome of yours,
    Which by the interpretation of full time
    May show like all yourself.

53 V / 3
  • Your knee, sirrah.
  • Your knee, sirrah.
  • 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.

54 V / 3
  • Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
    Are suitors to you.
  • Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
    Are suitors to you.
  • Coriolanus. That's my brave boy!

    Volumnia. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
    Are suitors to you.

55 V / 3
  • O, no more, no more!
    You have said you will not grant us any thing;
    For...
  • O, no more, no more!
    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
    May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.
  • Coriolanus. I beseech you, peace:
    Or, if you'ld 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 ally my rages and revenges with
    Your colder reasons.

    Volumnia. O, no more, no more!
    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
    May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.

56 V / 3
  • Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment
    And state of bodies would bew...
  • 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 thorough 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 cannot 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.
  • 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 thorough 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 cannot 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.

57 V / 3
  • Nay, go not from us thus.
    If it were so that our request did tend
    To sav...
  • 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 received;' and each in either side
    Give the all-hail to thee and cry 'Be blest
    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,
    Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses;
    Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
    But with his last attempt he wiped it out;
    Destroy'd his country, and his name remains
    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,
    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:
    He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy:
    Perhaps thy childishness will move him more
    Than can our reasons. There's no man in the world
    More bound to 's mother; yet here he lets me prate
    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,
    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
    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;
    This is the last: so we will home to Rome,
    And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold 's:
    This boy, that cannot tell what he would have
    But kneels and holds up bands for fellowship,
    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
    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.
  • Coriolanus. Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
    Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.
    I have sat too long.

    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 received;' and each in either side
    Give the all-hail to thee and cry 'Be blest
    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,
    Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses;
    Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
    But with his last attempt he wiped it out;
    Destroy'd his country, and his name remains
    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,
    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:
    He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy:
    Perhaps thy childishness will move him more
    Than can our reasons. There's no man in the world
    More bound to 's mother; yet here he lets me prate
    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,
    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
    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;
    This is the last: so we will home to Rome,
    And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold 's:
    This boy, that cannot tell what he would have
    But kneels and holds up bands for fellowship,
    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
    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.

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