Act 3 - Scene 2
A room in CORIOLANUS'S house.
Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians
Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels,
Or pile ten hills
on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
thus to them.
You do the nobler.
I muse my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vassals, things created
buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war.
I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
man I am.
O, sir, sir, sir,
I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.
You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so; lesser had been
of your dispositions, if
You had not show'd them how ye were disposed
Ere they lack'd power to cross
Let them hang.
Ay, and burn too.
Enter MENENIUS and Senators
Come, come, you have been too rough, something
You must return and mend it.
There's no remedy;
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Cleave in the midst, and perish.
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