_Cor._ For them! I cannot do it to the gods;[3296] Must I then do't to them? _Vol._ You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble, 40 But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,[3297] 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,[3298] That they combine not there. _Cor._ Tush, tush! _Men._ A good demand. 45 _Vol._ 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,[3299] That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war, since that to both[3300] 50 It stands in like request? _Cor._ Why force you this? _Vol._ Because that now it lies you on to speak[3301][3302] To the people; not by your own instruction,[3301] Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,[3301][3303] But with such words that are but roted in[3301][3304] 55 Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables[3301][3305] Of no allowance to your bosom's truth.[3306] 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 60 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,[3307] Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;[3308] 65 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. _Men._ Noble lady![3309] Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so, 70 Not what is dangerous present, but the loss[3310] Of what is past. _Vol._ I prithee now, my son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;[3311] And thus far having stretch'd it--here be with them--[3312][3313] Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business[3312] 75 Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears--waving thy head,[3314][3315][3316] Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,[3314][3316][3317][3318][3319] Now humble as the ripest mulberry[3318][3320] That will not hold the handling: or say to them,[3320][3321] 80 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,[3322] In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far 85 As thou hast power and person.