XXI. Marcius himself, however, remained unmoved. Proud and haughty as

ever, he appeared not to be sorry for himself, and to be the only one of

the patricians who was not. This calmness, however, was not due to any

evenness of temper or any intention of bearing his wrongs meekly. It

arose from concentrated rage and fury, which many do not know to be an

expression of great grief. When the mind is inflamed with this passion,

it casts out all ideas of submission or of quiet. Hence an angry man is

courageous, just as a fever patient is hot, because of the inflamed

throbbing excitement of his mind. And Marcius soon showed that this was

his own condition. He went home, embraced his weeping wife and mother,

bade them bear this calamity with patience, and at once proceeded to the

city gates, escorted by the patricians in a body. Thence, taking nothing

with him, and asking no man for any thing, he went off, accompanied by

three or four of his clients. He remained for a few days at some farms

near the city, agitated deeply by conflicting passions. His anger

suggested no scheme by which he might benefit himself, but only how to

revenge himself on the Romans. At length he decided that he would raise

up a cruel war against them, and proceeded at once to make application

to the neighbouring nation of the Volscians, whom he knew to be rich and

powerful, and only to have suffered sufficiently by their late defeats

to make them desirous of renewing their quarrel with Rome.

XXII. There was a certain citizen of Antium named Tullus Aufidius, who,

from his wealth, courage, and noble birth, was regarded as the most

important man in the whole Volscian nation. Marcius knew that this man

hated him more than any other Roman; for in battle they had often met,

and by challenging and defying one another, as young warriors are wont

to do, they had, in addition to their national antipathy, gained a

violent personal hatred for one another. In spite of this, however,

knowing the generous nature of Tullus, and longing more than any

Volscian to requite the Romans for their treatment, he justified the

verses,

"'Tis hard to strive with rage, which aye,

Though life's the forfeit, gains its way."

He disguised himself as completely as he could, and, like Ulysses,

"Into the city of his foes he came."

XXIII. It was evening when he entered Antium, and although many met him,

no one recognised him. He went to Tullus's house, and entering, sat down

by the hearth in silence, with his head wrapped in his cloak. The

domestics, astonished at his behaviour, did not dare to disturb him, as

there was a certain dignity about his appearance and his silence, but

went and told Tullus, who was at supper, of this strange incident.

Tullus rose, went to him, and inquired who he was and what he wanted.

Then at length Marcius uncovered his face, and, after a short pause,

said, "If you do not recognise me, Tullus, or if you do not believe your

eyes, I must myself tell you who I am. I am Caius Marcius, who has

wrought you and the Volscians more mischief than any one else, and who,

lest I should deny this, have received the additional title of

Coriolanus. This I cannot lose: every thing else has been taken from me

by the envious spite of the people, and the treacherous remissness of

the upper classes. I am an exile, and I now sit as a suppliant on your

hearth, begging you, not for safety or protection, for should I have

come hither if I feared to die, but for vengeance against those who

drove me forth, which I am already beginning to receive by putting

myself in your hands. If then, my brave Tullus, you wish to attack your

foes, make use of my misfortunes, and let my disgrace be the common

happiness of all the Volscians. I shall fight for you much better than I

have fought against you, because I have the advantage of knowing exactly

the strength and weakness of the enemy. If, however, you are tired of

war, I have no wish for life, nor is it to your credit to save the life

of one who once was your personal enemy, and who now is worn out and

useless." Tullus was greatly delighted with this speech, and giving him

his right hand, answered, "Rise, Marcius, and be of good courage. You

have brought us a noble present, yourself; rest assured that the

Volscians will not be ungrateful." He then feasted Marcius with great

hospitality, and for some days they conferred together as to the best

method of carrying on the war.

XXIV. Rome meanwhile was disturbed by the anger of the patricians

towards the plebeians, especially on account of the banishment of

Marcius, and by many portents which were observed both by the priests

and by private persons, one of which was as follows. There was one Titus

Latinus, a man of no great note, but a respectable citizen and by no

means addicted to superstition. He dreamed that he saw Jupiter face to

face, and that the god bade him tell the Senate that "they had sent a

bad dancer before his procession, and one who was very displeasing to

him."

On first seeing this vision he said that he disregarded it; but after it

had occurred a second and a third time he had the unhappiness to see his

son sicken and die, while he himself suddenly lost the use of his limbs.

He told this story in the senate house, to which he had been carried on

a litter; and as soon as he had told it, he found his bodily strength

return, rose, and walked home.

The senators, greatly astonished, inquired into the matter. It was found

that a slave, convicted of some crime, had been ordered by his master to

be flogged through the market-place, and then put to death. While this

was being done, and the wretch was twisting his body in every kind of

contortion as he writhed under the blows, the procession by chance was

following after him. Many of those who walked in it were shocked at the

unseemliness of the spectacle, and disgusted at its inhumanity, but no

one did anything more than reproach and execrate a man who treated his

slaves with so much cruelty.

At that period men treated their slaves with great kindness, because

the master himself worked and ate in their company, and so could

sympathise more with them. The great punishment for a slave who had done

wrong was to make him carry round the neighbourhood the piece of wood on

which the pole of a waggon is rested. The slave who has done this and

been seen by the neighbours and friends, lost his credit, and was called

_furcifer_, for the Romans call that piece of timber _furca_, "a fork,"

which the Greeks call _hypostates_, "a supporter."

XXV. So when Latinus related his dream to the senators, and they were

wondering who the bad and unacceptable dancer could be who had led the

procession, some of them remembered the slave who had been flogged

through the market-place and there put to death. At the instance of the

priests, the master of the slave was punished for his cruelty, and the

procession and ceremonies were performed anew in honour of the gods.

Hence we may see how wisely Numa arranged this, among other matters of

ceremonial. Whenever the magistrates or priests were engaged in any

religious rite, a herald walked before them crying in a loud voice "_Hoc

age_." The meaning of the phrase is, "Do this," meaning to tell the

people to apply their minds entirely to the religious ceremony, and not

to allow any thought of worldly things to distract their attention,

because men as a rule only attend to such matters by putting a certain

constraint on their thoughts.

It is the custom in Rome to begin a sacrifice, a procession, or a

spectacle, over again, not only when anything of this kind happens, but

for any trifling reason. Thus, if one of the horses drawing the sacred

car called Thensa stumbles, or the charioteer takes the reins in his

left hand, they have decreed that the procession must begin again. In

later times they have been known to perform one sacrifice thirty times,

because every time some slight omission or mistake took place.

XXVI. Meanwhile Marcius and Tullus in Antium held private conferences

with the chief men of the Volscians, and advised them to begin the war

while Rome was divided by its domestic quarrels. They discountenanced

this proposal, because a truce and cessation of hostilities for two

years had been agreed upon: but the Romans themselves gave them a

pretext for breaking the truce, by a proclamation which was made at the

public games, that all Volscians should quit the city before sunset.

Some say this was effected by a stratagem of Marcius, who sent a false

accusation against the Volscians to the magistrates at Rome, saying that

during the public games they meant to attack the Romans and burn the

city. This proclamation made them yet bitterer enemies to the Romans

than before; and Tullus, wishing to bring the business to a climax,

induced his countrymen to send ambassadors to Rome to demand back the

cities and territory which the Romans had taken from the Volscians in

the late war. The Romans were very indignant when they heard these

demands, and made answer, that the Volscians might be the first to take

up arms, but that the Romans would be the last to lay them down. Upon

this, Tullus convoked a general assembly, in which, after determining

upon war, he advised them to summon Marcius to their aid, not owing him

any grudge for what they had suffered at his hands, but believing that

he would be more valuable to them as a friend than he had been dangerous

as an enemy.

XXVII. Marcius was called before the assembly, and having addressed the

people, was thought by them to know how to speak as well as how to

fight, and was considered to be a man of great ability and courage. He,

together with Tullus, was nominated general with unlimited powers. As he

feared the Volscians would take a long time to prepare for the war, and

that meanwhile the opportunity for attack might pass away, he ordered

the leading men in the city to make all necessary preparations, and

himself taking the boldest and most forward as volunteers, without

levying any troops by compulsory conscription, made a sudden and

unexpected inroad into the Roman territory. Here he obtained so much

plunder that the Volscians were wearied with carrying it off and

consuming it in their camp. However, his least object was to obtain

plunder and lay waste the country; his main desire was to render the

patricians suspected by the people. While all else was ravaged and

destroyed, he carefully protected their farms, and would not allow any

damage to be done or anything to be carried off from them. This

increased the disorders at Rome, the patricians reproaching the people

for having unjustly banished so able a man, while the plebeians accused

them of having invited Marcius to attack in order to obtain their

revenge, and said that, while others fought, they sat as idle

spectators, having in the war itself a sure safeguard of their wealth

and estates. Having produced this new quarrel among the Romans, and,

besides loading the Volscians with plunder, having taught them to

despise their enemy, Marcius led his troops back in safety.

XXVIII. By great and zealous exertions the entire Volscian nation was

soon assembled under arms. The force thus raised was very large; part

was left to garrison the cities, as a measure of precaution, while the

rest was to be used in the campaign against Rome. Marcius now left

Tullus to determine which corps he would command. Tullus, in answer,

said that as Marcius, he knew, was as brave a man as himself, and had

always enjoyed better fortune in all his battles, he had better command

the army in the field. He himself, he added, would remain behind, watch

over the safety of the Volscian cities, and supply the troops with

necessaries. Marcius, strengthened by this division of the command,

marched to the town of Circeii, a Roman colony. As it surrendered, he

did it no harm, but laid waste the country of Latium, where he expected

the Romans would fight a battle in defence of their allies the Latins,

who frequently sent to entreat their protection. But at Rome the people

were unwilling to fight, and the consuls were just at the expiry of

their term of office, so that they did not care to run any risks, and

therefore rejected the appeals of the Latins. Marcius now led his troops

against the Latian cities, Tolerium, Labici, Pedum, and Bola, all of

which he took by storm, sold the inhabitants for slaves, and plundered

the houses. Those cities, however, which voluntarily came to his side he

treated with the utmost consideration, even pitching his camp at a

distance, for fear they might be injured by the soldiery against his

will, and never plundering their territory.

XXIX. When at last he took Bollae, a town not more than twelve miles

from Rome, obtaining immense booty and putting nearly all the adult

inhabitants to the sword, then not even those Volscians who had been

appointed to garrison the cities would any longer remain at their posts,

but seized their arms and joined the army of Marcius, declaring that he

was their only general, and that they would recognise no other leader.

His renown and glory spread throughout all Italy, and all men were

astonished that one man by changing sides should have produced so great

a change. The affairs of Rome were in the last disorder, the people

refusing to fight, while internal quarrels and seditious speeches took

place daily, until news came that Lavinium was being invested by the

enemy. This town contains the most ancient images and sacred things of

the tutelary deities of Rome, and is the origin of the Roman people,

being the first town founded by Aeneas.

Upon this a very singular change of opinions befel both the people and

the Senate. The people were eager to annul their sentence against

Marcius, and to beg him to return, but the Senate, after meeting and

considering this proposal, finally rejected it, either out of a mere

spirit of opposition to anything proposed by the people, or because they

did not wish him to return by favour of the people; or it may be because

they themselves were now angry with him for having shown himself the

enemy of all classes alike, although he had only been injured by one,

and for having become the avowed enemy of his country, in which he knew

that the best and noblest all sympathised with him, and had suffered

along with him. When this resolution was made known to the people, they

were unable to proceed to vote or to pass any bill on the subject,

without a previous decree of the Senate.

XXX. Marcius when he heard of this was more exasperated than ever. He

raised his siege of Lavinium, marched straight upon Rome, and pitched

his camp five miles from the city, at the place called _Fossae

Cluiliae_. The appearance of his army caused much terror and

disturbance, but nevertheless put an end to sedition, for no magistrate

or patrician dared any longer oppose the people's desire to recall him.

When they beheld the women running distractedly through the city, the

old men weeping and praying at the altars, and no one able to take

courage and form any plan of defence, it was agreed that the people had

been right in wishing to come to terms with Marcius, and that the Senate

had committed a fatal error in inflicting a new outrage upon him, just

at the time when all unkindness might have been buried. It was

determined, therefore, by the whole city that an embassy should be

despatched to Marcius, to offer him restoration to his own country, and

to beg of him to make peace. Those of the Senate who were sent were

relations of Marcius, and expected to be warmly welcomed by a man who

was their near relation and personal friend. Nothing of the kind,

however, happened. They were conducted through the enemy's camp, and

found him seated, and displaying insufferable pride and arrogance, with

the chiefs of the Volscians standing round him. He bade the ambassadors

deliver their message; and after they had, in a supplicatory fashion,

pronounced a conciliatory oration, he answered them, dwelling with

bitterness on his own unjust treatment; and then in his capacity of

general-in-chief of the Volscians, he bade them restore the cities and

territory which they had conquered in the late war, and to grant the

franchise to the Volscians on the same terms as enjoyed by the Latins.

These, he said, were the only conditions on which a just and lasting

peace could be made. He allowed them a space of thirty days for

deliberation, and on the departure of the ambassadors immediately drew

off his forces.

XXXI. This affair gave an opportunity to several of the Volscians, who

had long envied and disliked his reputation, and the influence which he

had with the people. Among these was Tullus himself, who had not been

personally wronged by Marcius, but who, as it is natural he should, felt

vexed at being totally eclipsed and thrown into the shade, for the

Volscians now thought Marcius the greatest man in their whole nation,

and considered that any one else ought to be thankful for any measure of

authority that he might think fit to bestow. Hence secret hints were

exchanged, and private meetings held, in which his enemies expressed

their dissatisfaction, calling the retreat from Rome an act of treason,

not indeed that he had betrayed any cities or armies to the enemy, but

he had granted them time, by which all other things are won and lost. He

had given the enemy a breathing time, they said, of thirty days, being

no less than they required to put themselves in a posture of defence.

Marcius during this time was not idle, for he attacked and defeated the

allies of the Romans, and captured seven large and populous towns. The

Romans did not venture to come to help their allies, but hung back from

taking the field, and seemed as if paralysed and benumbed. When the term

had expired, Marcius presented himself a second time before Rome, with

his entire army. The Romans now sent a second embassy, begging him to

lay aside his anger, withdraw the Volscians from the country, and then

to make such terms as would be for the advantage of both nations. The

Romans, they said, would yield nothing to fear; but if he thought that

special concessions ought to be made to the Volscians, they would be

duly considered if they laid down their arms. To this Marcius answered

that, as general of the Volscians, he could give them no answer; but

that as one who was still a citizen of Rome he would advise them to

adopt a humbler frame of mind, and come to him in three days with a

ratification of his proposals. If they should come to any other

determination, he warned them that it would not be safe for them to come

to his camp again with empty words.

XXXII. When the ambassadors returned, and the Senate heard their report,

they determined in this dreadful extremity to let go their sheet anchor.

They ordered all the priests, ministers, and guardians of the sacred

mysteries, and all the hereditary prophets who watched the omens given

by the flight of birds, to go in procession to Marcius, dressed in their

sacred vestments, and beseech him to desist from the war, and then to

negotiate conditions of peace between his countrymen and the Volscians.

Marcius received the priests in his camp, but relaxed nothing of his

former harshness, bidding the Romans either accept his proposals or

continue the war.

When the priests returned, the Romans resolved in future to remain

within the city, repulse any assault which might be made on the walls,

and trust to time and fortune, as it was evident that they could not be

saved by anything that they could do. The city was full of confusion,

excitement, and panic terror, until there happened something like what

is mentioned in Homer, but which men as a rule are unwilling to believe.

He observes that on great and important occasions

"Athene placed a thought within his mind;"

and again--

"But some one of th' immortals changed my mind,

And made me think of what the folk would say;"

and--

"Because he thought it, or because the god

Commanded him to do so."

Men despise the poet, as if, in order to carry out his absurd

mythological scheme, he denied each man his liberty of will. Now Homer

does nothing of this kind, for whatever is reasonable and likely he

ascribes to the exercise of our own powers, as we see in the common

phrase--

"But I reflected in my mighty soul;"

and--

"Thus spoke he, but the son of Peleus raged,

Divided was his soul within his breast;"

and again--

"But she persuaded not

The wise Bellerophon, of noble mind."

But in strange and unlikely actions, where the actors must have been

under the influence of some supernatural impulse, he does speak of the

god not as destroying, but as directing the human will; nor does the god

directly produce any decision, but suggests ideas which influence that

decision. Thus the act is not an involuntary one, but opportunity is

given for a voluntary act, with confidence and good hope superadded. For

either we must admit that the gods have no dealings and influence at all

with men, or else it must be in this way that they act when they assist

and strengthen us, not of course by moving our hands and feet, but by

filling our minds with thoughts and ideas which either encourage us to

do what is right, or restrain us from what is wrong.

XXXIII. At Rome at this time the women were praying in all the temples,

especially in that of Jupiter in the Capitol, where the noblest ladies

in Rome were assembled. Among them was Valeria, the sister of the great

Poplicola, who had done such great services to the State both in peace

and war. Poplicola died some time before, as has been related in his

Life, but his sister was held in great honour and esteem in Rome, as her

life did credit to her noble birth. She now experienced one of the

divine impulses of which I have spoken, and, inspired by Heaven to do

what was best for her country, rose and called on the other ladies to

accompany her to the house of Volumnia, the mother of Marcius. On

entering, and finding her sitting with her daughter-in-law, nursing the

children of Marcius, Valeria placed her companions in a circle round

them, and spoke as follows: "Volumnia, and you, Virgilia, we have come

to you, as women to women, without any decree of the Senate or

instructions from a magistrate; but Heaven, it would appear, has heard

our prayers, and has inspired us with the idea of coming hither to beg

of you to save our countrymen, and to gain for yourselves greater glory

than that of the Sabine women when they reconciled their husbands and

their fathers. Come with us to Marcius, join us in supplicating him for

mercy, and bear an honourable testimony to your country, that it never

has thought of hurting you, however terribly it has been injured by

Marcius, but that it restores you to him uninjured, although possibly it

will gain no better terms by so doing." When Valeria had spoken thus,

the other women applauded, and Volumnia answered in the following words:

"My friends, besides those sufferings which all are now undergoing, we

are especially to be pitied. We have lost the glory and goodness of our

Marcius, and now see him more imprisoned in than protected by the army

of the enemy. But the greatest misfortune of all is that our country

should have become so weak as to be obliged to rest its hopes of safety

on us. I cannot tell if he will pay any attention to us, seeing that he

has treated his native country with scorn, although he used to love it

better than his mother, his wife, and his children. However, take us,

and make what use of us you can. Lead us into his presence, and there,

if we can do nothing else, we can die at his feet supplicating for

Rome."

XXXIV. Having spoken thus, she took Virgilia and her children, and

proceeded, in company with the other women, to the Volscian camp. Their

piteous appearance produced, even in their enemies, a silent respect.

Marcius himself was seated on his tribunal with the chief officers; and

when he saw the procession of women was at first filled with amazement;

but when he recognised his mother walking first, although he tried to

support his usual stern composure, he was overcome by his emotion. He

could not bear to receive her sitting, but descended and ran to meet

her. He embraced his mother first, and longest of all; and then his wife

and children, no longer restraining his tears and caresses, but

completely carried away by his feelings.

XXXV. When he had taken his fill of embraces, perceiving that his mother

desired to address him, he called the chiefs of the Volscians together,

and listened to Volumnia, who addressed him as follows:

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