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Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows,

As if Olympus to a molehill should

In supplication nod; and my young boy

Hath an aspect of intercession, which

Great nature cries, 'Deny not.' Let the Volsces

Plough Rome, and harrow Italy; I'll never

Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand

As if a man were author of himself

And knew no other kin.

Vir. My lord and husband!

Cor. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.

Vir. The sorrow that delivers us thus chang'd

Makes you think so.

Cor. Like a dull actor now,

I have forgot my part, and I am out,

Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,

Forgive my tyranny; but do not say

For that, 'Forgive our Romans.' O! a kiss

Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!

Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss

I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip

Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate,

And the most noble mother of the world

Leave unsaluted. Sink, my knee, i' the earth;

Of thy deep duty more impression show

Than that of common sons.

Vol. O! stand up bless'd;

Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,

I kneel before thee, and unproperly

 35 gosling: young goose

38 These same: i.e. I look upon you with different feelings

39 thus chang'd: in mourning garb; cf. n.

41 out: at loss for the proper words

51 duty: dutifulness, respect

more show; cf. n.

54 unproperly: abnormally

