CORIOLANUS
A monologue from the
play by William
Shakespeare
- VOLUMNIA: O, no more, no more!
- You have said you will not grant us anything;
- For we have nothing else to ask but that
- Which you deny already; yet we will ask,
- That, if you fail in our request, the blame
- May hang upon your hardness. Think with thyself
- How more unfortunate than all living women
- Are we come hither; since that thy sight, which should
- Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with comforts,
- Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow,
- Making the mother, wife, and child to see
- The son, the husband, and the father tearing
- His country's bowels out. And to poor we
- Thine enmity's most capital. Thou barr'st us
- Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
- That all but we enjoy. For how can we,
- Alas, how can we for our country pray,
- Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory,
- Whereto we are bound? Alack, or we must lose
- The country, our dear nurse, or else thy person,
- Our comfort in the country. We must find
- An evident calamity, though we had
- Our wish which side should win. For either thou
- Must as a foreign recreant be led
- With manacles through our streets, or else
- Triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
- And bear the palm for having bravely shed
- Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son,
- I purpose not to wait on fortune till
- These wars determine. If I cannot persuade thee
- Rather to show a noble grace to both parts
- Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
- March to assault thy country than to tread--
- Trust to 't, thou shalt not -- on thy mother's womb
- That brought thee to this world.
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