_Men._ Masters of the people, Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--[2935] 75 That's thousand to one good one--when you now see[2936] He had rather venture all his limbs for honour Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.[2937] _Com._ I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held[2938] 80 That valour is the chiefest virtue and[2939] Most dignifies the haver: if it be, The man I speak of cannot in the world Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought 85 Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator, Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight, When with his Amazonian chin he drove[2940] The bristled lips before him: he bestrid[2941] An o'er-press'd Roman, and i' the consul's view 90 Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met, And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats, When he might act the woman in the scene, He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age[2942] 95 Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea;[2943] And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since, He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,[2944] Before and in Corioli, let me say, I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers; 100 And by his rare example made the coward Turn terror into sport: as weeds before[2945] A vessel under sail, so men obey'd, And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,[2946] Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot[2947] 105 He was a thing of blood, whose every motion[2947] Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd[2948] The mortal gate of the city, which he painted[2949] With shunless destiny; aidless came off,[2950] And with a sudden re-enforcement struck 110 Corioli like a planet: now all's his:[2951] When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce[2952] His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit[2953] Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate, And to the battle came he; where he did 115 Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if[2954][2955] 'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd[2954] Both field and city ours, he never stood To ease his breast with panting.[2956] _Men._ Worthy man! _First Sen._ He cannot but with measure fit the honours[2957][2958][2959] 120 Which we devise him.[2958]