The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 6 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Men._ Having determined of the Volsces and[2910][2911]
To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,[2911] 35
As the main point of this our after-meeting,
To gratify his noble service that[2912]
Hath thus stood for his country: therefore, please you,[2912]
Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general[2913] 40
In our well-found successes, to report[2913]
A little of that worthy work perform'd
By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom[2914]
We met here, both to thank and to remember[2915]
With honours like himself.
_First Sen._ Speak, good Cominius: 45
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Rather our state's defective for requital[2916]
Than we to stretch it out. [_To the Tribunes_] Masters o' the people,[2917]
We do request your kindest ears, and after,[2918]
Your loving motion toward the common body, 50
To yield what passes here.[2919][2920]
_Sic._ We are convented[2920]
Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts[2920][2921]
Inclinable to honour and advance[2920]
The theme of our assembly.[2920][2922]
_Bru._ Which the rather[2920]
We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember[2920][2923] 55
A kinder value of the people than[2920]
He hath hereto prized them at.[2920][2924]
_Men._ That's off, that's off;[2920]
I would you rather had been silent. Please you[2920]
To hear Cominius speak?[2920]
_Bru._ Most willingly:[2920]
But yet my caution was more pertinent[2920] 60
Than the rebuke you give it.[2920][2925]
_Men._ He loves your people;[2920]
But tie him not to be their bedfellow.[2920]
Worthy Cominius, speak. [_Coriolanus offers to go away._][2920][2926]
Nay, keep your place.[2920]
_First Sen._ Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear[2927]
What you have nobly done.
_Cor._ Your honours' pardon:[2928] 65
I had rather have my wounds to heal again
Than hear say how I got them.
_Bru._ Sir, I hope[2929]
My words disbench'd you not.[2929]
_Cor._ No, sir: yet oft,[2930]
When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your people,[2931] 70
I love them as they weigh.[2932]
_Men._ Pray now, sit down.
_Cor._ I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
When the alarum were struck than idly sit[2933]
To hear my nothings monster'd. [_Exit._[2934]
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