_Men._ This but done, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;[3323] For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose. _Vol._ Prithee now, Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather[3324] 90 Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf Than flatter him in a bower. _Enter_ COMINIUS. Here is Cominius. _Com._ I have been i' the market-place; and, sir, 'tis fit[3325] You make strong party, or defend yourself[3326] By calmness or by absence: all's in anger. 95 _Men._ Only fair speech. _Com._ I think 'twill serve, if he[3327] Can thereto frame his spirit.[3327] _Vol._ He must, and will. Prithee now, say you will, and go about it. _Cor._ Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce? must I,[3328][3329] With my base tongue, give to my noble heart[3329] 100 A lie, that it must bear? Well, I will do't:[3330] Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,[3331] This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it,[3332] And throw't against the wind. To the market-place! You have put me now to such a part, which never[3333] 105 I shall discharge to the life. _Com._ Come, come, we'll prompt you. _Vol._ I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said[3334] My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part Thou hast not done before. _Cor._ Well, I must do't: 110 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[3335] Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice[3336] That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves[3337] 115 Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue[3338] Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees, Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his[3339] That hath received an alms! I will not do't; 120 Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, And by my body's action teach my mind A most inherent baseness. _Vol._ At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour Than thou of them. Come all to ruin: let 125 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,[3340] But owe thy pride thyself.[3341]