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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, III. iii

Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,

Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd

Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:

Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul,

Or never trust to what my tongue can do

I' the way of flattery further.

Vol. Do your will.

Exit Volumnia.

Com. Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself

To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd

With accusations, as I hear, more strong

Than are upon you yet.

Cor. The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:

Let them accuse me by invention, I

Will answer in mine honour.

Men. Ay, but mildly.

Cor. Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!

Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects

Tyrannical power: if he evade us there,

Enforce him with his envy to the people,

And that the spoil got on the Antiates

Was ne'er distributed.—

What, will he come?

 132 mountebank: act the quack-vendor for

133 Cog: cheat

138 arm yourself: prepare  1 affects: aims at

3 Enforce: press

4 on: at the expense of

