PLATE LXXXIII.
                     Corz~/aiizis.
                       Act V Scene III.
               BEFORE THE TENT OF CORIOLANUS.
CORIOL ANUS, A UFIDI US, VIRGIL/A, VOL UMNIA, YOUNG MAR CI US,
                         VALERIA, &c.
             Vohrnnia.-Ther&s no man in the world
            More bound to 's mother; yet here he lets me prate
            Like one i' the stocks.  Thou hast never in thy life
            Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy,
            When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood,
            Has cluck'd thee to the wars and safely home,
            Loaden with honour.      Say my request 's unjust,
            And spurn me back: but if it be not so,
            Thou art not honest; and the gods xviii plague thee,
            That thou restrain'st from me the duty which
            To a mother's part belongs.   He turns away:
            Down, ladies; let us sham.e him with our knees.
            To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride
            Than pity to our prayers.   Down: an end;
            This is the last: so we xviii home to Rome,
            And die among our neighbours.     Nay, behold's;
            This boy, that cannot tell what he xvould have,
            But kneels and holds up hands for felloxvship,
            Does reason our petition with more strength
            Than thou hast to deny 't.   Come, let us go:
            This fellow had a Volscian to his mother;
            His wife is in Corioli and his child
            Like him by chance.      Yet give us our dispatch:
            I am hush'd until our city be a-fire,
            And then I'll speak a little.
               Pain/ed by WILLIAM HAMIL TOIM R. A.