CORIOLANUS
[To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA] Your hand, and yours: Ere in our own house I do shade my head, The
good patricians must be visited; From whom I have received not only greetings, But with them change of
honours. VOLUMNIA
I have lived To see inherited my very wishes And the buildings of my fancy: only There's one thing wanting,
which I doubt not but Our Rome will cast upon thee. CORIOLANUS
Know, good mother, I had rather be their servant in my way, Than sway with them in theirs. COMINIUS
On, to the Capitol!
Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward BRUTUS
All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse Into a
rapture lets her baby cry While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy
neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows, Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges
horsed With variable complexions, all agreeing In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens Do press
among the popular throngs and puff To win a vulgar station: or veil'd dames Commit the war of white and
damask in Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother As if
that whatsoever god who leads him Were slily crept into his human powers And gave him graceful posture. SICINIUS
On the sudden, I warrant him consul. BRUTUS
Then our office may, During his power, go sleep. SICINIUS
He cannot temperately transport his honours From where he should begin and end, but will Lose those
he hath won. BRUTUS
In that there's comfort. SICINIUS
Doubt not The commoners, for whom we stand, but they Upon their ancient malice will forget With the
least cause these his new honours, which That he will give them make I as little question As he is proud
to do't.
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