Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. 'Boy!' O slave!
Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever[3905] 105
I was forced to scold. Your judgements, my grave lords,[3905][3906]
Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion—
Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that
Must bear my beating to his grave—shall join
To thrust the lie unto him. 110
First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak.
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,[3907]
Stain all your edges on me. 'Boy!' false hound![3908]
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I 115
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli;[3909]
Alone I did it. 'Boy!'[3910]
Auf. Why, noble lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,
'Fore your own eyes and ears?
All Consp. Let him die for't. 120
All the People. 'Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently.'[3911][3912]
'He killed my son.' 'My daughter.' 'He killed my cousin[3912][3913]
Marcus.' 'He killed my father.'[3912][3913]
Sec. Lord. Peace, ho! no outrage: peace![3914]
The man is noble, and his fame folds-in 125
This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us
Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.
Cor. O that I had him,[3915]
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,[3915]
To use my lawful sword![3915]
Auf. Insolent villain! 130
All Consp. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!