Excerpt from Coriolanus - anthology.
Publié le 12/05/2013
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For that, “Forgive our Romans.” O, a kissLong as my exile, sweet as my revenge!Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kissI carried from thee, dear, and my true lipHath virgined it e'er since.
You gods! I pray,And the most noble mother of the worldLeave unsaluted.
Sink my knee i'th'earth;He kneels
Of thy deep duty more impression showThan that of common sons.
VOLUMNIA.
O, stand up blest!He rises
Whilst with no softer cushion than the flintI kneel before thee, and unproperlyShow duty as mistaken all this whileBetween the child and parent.She kneels
CORIOLANUS.
What's this?Your knees to me? To your corrected son?He raises her
Then let the pebbles on the hungry beachFillip the stars.
Then let the mutinous windsStrike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun,Murdering impossibility, to makeWhat cannot he slight work.
VOLUMNIA.
Thou art my warrior;I holp to frame thee.
Do you know this lady?
CORIOLANUS.
The noble sister of Publicola,The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicleThat's curdied by the frost from purest snowAnd hangs on Dian's temple—dear Valeria!
VOLUMNIA.
( indicating young Martius ) This is a poor epitome of yours,Which by th'interpretation of full timeMay show like all yourself.
CORIOLANUS.
The god of soldiers,With the consent of supreme Jove, informThy thoughts with nobleness, that thou mayst proveTo shame unvulnerable, and stick i'th'warsLike a great sea-mark, standing every flawAnd saving those that eye thee!
VOLUMNIA.
Your knee, sirrah.
CORIOLANUS.
That's my brave boy!
VOLUMNIA.
Even he, your wife, this lady, and myselfAre suitors to you.
CORIOLANUS.
I beseech you, peace!Or, if you'd ask, remember this before:The thing I have forsworn to grant may neverBe held by you denials.
Do not bid meDismiss my soldiers, or capitulateAgain with Rome's mechanics.
Tell me notWherein I seem unnatural.
Desire notT'allay my rages and revenges withYour colder reasons.
VOLUMNIA.
O, no more, no more!You have said you will not grant us any thing—For we have nothing else to ask but thatWhich you deny already.
Yet we will ask,That, if you fail in our request, the blameMay hang upon your hardness.
Therefore hear us..
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