Mene. Consider this: He ha's bin bred i'th' Warres Since a could draw a Sword, and is ill-school'd In boulted Language: Meale and Bran together He throwes without distinction. Giue me leaue, Ile go to him, and vndertake to bring him in peace, Where he shall answer by a lawfull Forme (In peace) to his vtmost perill 1.Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course Will proue to bloody: and the end of it, Vnknowne to the Beginning Sic. Noble Menenius, be you then as the peoples officer: Masters, lay downe your Weapons Bru. Go not home Sic. Meet on the Market place: wee'l attend you there: Where if you bring not Martius, wee'l proceede In our first way Menen. Ile bring him to you. Let me desire your company: he must come, Or what is worst will follow Sena. Pray you let's to him. Exeunt. Omnes. Enter Coriolanus with Nobles. Corio. Let them pull all about mine eares, present me Death on the Wheele, or at wilde Horses heeles, Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke, That the precipitation might downe stretch Below the beame of sight; yet will I still Be thus to them. Enter Volumnia. Noble. You do the Nobler Corio. I muse my Mother Do's not approue me further, who was wont To call them Wollen Vassailes, things created To buy and sell with Groats, to shew bare heads In Congregations, to yawne, be still, and wonder, When one but of my ordinance stood vp To speake of Peace, or Warre. I talke of you, Why did you wish me milder? Would you haue me False to my Nature? Rather say, I play The man I am Volum. Oh sir, sir, sir, I would haue had you put your power well on Before you had worne it out Corio. Let go Vol. You might haue beene enough the man you are, With striuing lesse to be so: Lesser had bin The things of your dispositions, if You had not shew'd them how ye were dispos'd Ere they lack'd power to crosse you Corio. Let them hang Volum. I, and burne too. Enter Menenius with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you haue bin too rough, somthing too rough: you must returne, and mend it Sen. There's no remedy, Vnlesse by not so doing, our good Citie Cleaue in the midd'st, and perish Volum. Pray be counsail'd; I haue a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a braine, that leades my vse of Anger To better vantage Mene. Well said, Noble woman: Before he should thus stoope to'th' heart, but that The violent fit a'th' time craues it as Physicke For the whole State; I would put mine Armour on, Which I can scarsely beare Corio. What must I do? Mene. Returne to th' Tribunes Corio. Well, what then? what then? Mene. Repent, what you haue spoke