Act 5 - Scene 3
The tent of Coriolanus.
Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others
We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
Set down our host. My partner in this action,
You must report
to the Volscian lords, how plainly
I have borne this business.
Only their ends
You have respected; stopp'd your ears against
The general suit of Rome; never admitted
private whisper, no, not with such friends
That thought them sure of you.
This last old man,
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
Loved me above the measure of a
Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
Was to send him; for whose old love I have,
show'd sourly to him, once more offer'd
The first conditions, which they did refuse
And cannot now accept; to
grace him only
That thought he could do more, a very little
I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits,
from the state nor private friends, hereafter
Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this?
Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
Enter in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA, leading young MARCIUS, VALERIA, and Attendants
My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould
Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand
grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection!
All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Let it be virtuous to be
What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes,
Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and
Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows;
As if Olympus to a molehill should
nod: and my young boy
Hath an aspect of intercession, which
Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces
Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,
As if a man were author of
And knew no other kin.
My lord and husband!
These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
The sorrow that delivers us thus changed
Makes you think so.
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,
my tyranny; but do not say
For that 'Forgive our Romans.' O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
Hath virgin'd it e'er
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