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Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels;
Cor. I musrove me furthis, things cheare heads
Vol. O, sir, sir, sir,
. Let go.
Let them hang.
? I muse,] That is, I wonder, I am at a loss.
Enter Menenius, and Senators.
something too rough;
There's no remedy; Unless, by not so doing, our good city Cleave in the midst, and perish. Vol.
Pray be counsel'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain, that leads my use of anger, To better vantage. Men.
. Well said, noble woman: Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that The violent fit o'the time craves it as physick For the whole state, I would put mine armour on, Which I can scarcely bear.
Cor. What must I do?
Return to the tribunes.
Repent what you have spoke. Cor. For them? I cannot do it to the gods; Must I then do't to them? Vol.
You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble, But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, l' the war do grow together: Grant thạt, and tell me, In peace, what each of them by th' other lose, That they combine not there. Cor. .?
2. You are too absolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble, . But when extremities speak.] Except in cases of urgent neces. sity, when your resolute and noble spirit, however commendable at other times, ought to yield to the occasion. ... i
A good demand. 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, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war; since that to both 'It stands in like request? Cor.
Why force yous this? Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak To the people; not by your own instruction, Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you to, But with such words that are but roted in Your tongue, though but bastards, and syllables Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth.* 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 The hazard of much blood. 'I would dissemble with my nature, where My fortunes, and my friends, at stake, requir'd, I should do so in honour: I am in this, Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles; And you will rather show our general lowts How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon them, For the inheritance of their loves, and safeguard Of what that want? might ruin. · Men.
' Noble lady! Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
w Why force you-] Why urge you." 4 bastards, and syllables
Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth.] I read: “ of no af. liance;" therefore bastards. Yet allowance may well enough stand, as meaning legal right, established rank, or settled authority
JOHNSOX. •* 5: Than to take in a town--] To subdue or destroy. . $.6. our general lowts-] Our common clorons.
7 that want ] The want of their loves.
Of what is past. • Vol.
pr'ythee now, my son,
This but done,
Enter COMINIUS. .
. I think, 'twill serve, if he
He must, and will: Pr’ythee, now, say, you will, and go about it.
Cor. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce? 8
A lie, that it must bear? Well, I will do't: · Yet were there but this single plot to lose, · This inould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, And throw it against the wind. To the market
place:You have put me now to such a part, which never I shall discharge to the life.
Com. . Come, come, we'll prompt you.
Vol. I pr’ythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part Thou hast not done before."
i Well, I must do't:
At thy choice then:
my unbarb'd sconce?] Unbarbed sconce is untrimmed or unsharen head.
9- single plot --) i. e. piece, portion; applied to a piece of earth, and here elegantly transferred to the body, carcase. - Which quired with iny drum,] Which played in concert with my drum.
"Tent in my cheeks;] To tent is to take up residence.