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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, V. iii

Show duty, as mistaken all this while

Between the child and parent.

Cor. What's this?

Your knees to me! to your corrected son!

Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach

Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds

Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun,

Murd'ring impossibility, to make

What cannot be, slight work.

Vol. Thou art my warrior;

I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?

Cor. The noble sister of Publicola,

The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle

That's curdied by the frost from purest snow,

And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria!

Vol. This is a poor epitome of yours,

Which by th' interpretation of full time

May show like all yourself.

Cor. The god of soldiers,

With the consent of supreme Jove, inform

Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove

To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars

Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,

And saving those that eye thee!

Vol. Your knee, sirrah.

Cor. That's my brave boy!

Vol. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself

 55 as mistaken: as if the obligation of deference had been misunderstood

57 corrected: yielding to correction, submissive

58 hungry: sterile (?), voracious (?)

59 Fillip: hit against

61 Murd'ring: annulling

62 slight work: a trivial task

66 curdied: congealed

67 dear Valeria; cf. n.

69 by time: when full growth has shown what he is

71 inform: inspire

73 stick: stand conspicuous

74 sea-mark: beacon

flaw: squall of wind

75 eye: take as guide

