Rush o'er my corse to thy belov'd revenge! [She draws a Dagger. Cor. [Seizing her Hand.] Ha! What dost thou mean? Vol. To die, while Rome is free. My treacherous heart in arms against my reason.- Cor. There, 'tis done: Thine is the triumph, Nature!-Ah, Volumnia, We grant the truce you ask.— [CORIOLANUS turns to the ROMAN LADIES, who Auf. "Tis as we wish'd, Volusius. But mark me well;-one offer more My honour bids me make to this proud man: His blood be on his head. Volu. Well, I obey. Cor. I plainly, Tullus, by your looks perceive, You disapprove my conduct. Auf. I mean not to assail thee with the cla mour Of loud reproaches, and the war of words; But, pride apart, and all that can pervert The light of steady reason, here to make Cor. Speak, I hear thee. Auf. I need not tell thee, that I have perform'd My utmost promise. Thou hast been protected; Hast had thy amplest, most ambitious, wish; Thy wounded pride is heal'd, thy dear revenge Completely sated; and, to crown thy fortune, At the same time, thy peace with Rome restor❜d. Thou art no more a Volscian, but a Roman: Return, return; thy duty calls upon thee Still to protect the city thou hast sav'd; It still may be in danger from our arms : Retire I will take care thou may'st with safety. Cor. With safety ?—Heav'ns !—and think'st thou, Coriolanus Will stoop to thee for safety!-No! my safeguard O, 'tis an act of cowardice and baseness, Auf. Thou speak'st the truth: it had not. If you will bless me, grant it!-Know, for that, Thou should'st return: I pray thee, Marcius, do it; Cor. Till I have clear'd my honour in your council, And prov'd before them all, to thy confusion, Auf. Thou canst not hope acquittal from the Vol scians. Cor. I do :-Nay, more, expect their approbation, Their thanks. I will obtain them such a peace As thou dost never ask; a perfect union Of their whole nation with imperial Rome, In all her privileges, all her rights; By the just gods, I will.-What would'st thou more? Auf. What would I more, proud Roman? This I would, Fire the curs'd forest, where these Roman wolves A false, perfidious people, who, beneath The genuine seed of outlaws and of robbers. Cor. The seed of gods.-"Tis not for thee, vain 'Tis not for such as thou,- -so often spar'd Of Roman story, than your Volscian annals Can boast through all their creeping, dark, duration. Auf. I thank thy rage:- This full displays the traitor. Cor. Traitor!-How now? Auf. Ay, traitor, Marcius. Cor. Marcius! Auf. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: Dost thou think I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name Coriolanus, in Corioli ? You lords, and heads o'the state, perfidiously |