No Fear Shakespeare: Coriolanus: Act 5 Scene 3 Page 4

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VOLUMNIA Thou art my warrior; 70I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?	VOLUMNIA You’re my warrior; I helped make you what you are. Do you recognize this woman?
CORIOLANUS 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!	CORIOLANUS The noble sister of the consul Publicola, the moon of Rome, pure as the icicle that forms from the frost of purest snow and hangs on Diana’s temple: dear Valeria!
VOLUMNIA 75This is a poor epitome of yours, Which by the interpretation of full time May show like all yourself.	VOLUMNIA (showing young Martius) Here is your miniature replica, who in time may grow to be exactly like you.
CORIOLANUS The god of soldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform 80Thy 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!	CORIOLANUS May the god of soldiers, with the consent of supreme Jove, make your thoughts be noble. And may you be invulnerable to shame, stand firm in the wars like a great beacon for sailors, enduring every sudden blast of wind and helping those that look to you for guidance!
VOLUMNIA Your knee, sirrah.	VOLUMNIA On your knee, sir. (young Martius kneels)
CORIOLANUS 85That’s my brave boy!	CORIOLANUS That’s my brave boy!
VOLUMNIA Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself, Are suitors to you.	VOLUMNIA Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself—plead before you.
CORIOLANUS I beseech you, peace: Or, if you’ld ask, remember this before: 90The thing I have forsworn to grant may never Be held by you denials. Do not bid me Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate Again with Rome’s mechanics: tell me not Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not 95To ally my rages and revenges with Your colder reasons.	CORIOLANUS Please, stop. Or, if you must ask, remember this first: Don’t think that I deny you personally, but I cannot grant your pleas because I have sworn not to. Don’t ask me to dismiss my soldiers or to yield to the common people of Rome. Don’t tell me the ways in which I seem unnatural. Don’t try to mitigate my rage and need for vengeance with your colder reasons.