Coriolanus made sure that his soldiers did not destroy the property of any patricians. Rome was in trouble. Envoys from Rome went to Coriolanus' camp to ask him to withdraw, but he refused. Again, envoys were sent, and again he declined to move. Next the priests, wearing their sacred garments, went to beg him to withdraw, but they too failed in their mission. While the Romans hurriedly gathered together their army, Coriolanus' mother Veturia, his wife Volumnia and their children, and other women of Rome, weeping, marched out of the city to meet Coriolanus in his camp.
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| | "If my eyes aren't fooling me," one of Coriolanus' officers said to him, "your mother, wife, and children are here."
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| | Coriolanus, almost crazy and in a panic, got up from his seat to hug his mother. She changed from begging to anger. "Before you hug me," she said, "let me know whether I have come to my son or to my enemy, and whether I am your prisoner or your mother in your camp. Have my long life and unhappy old age brought me to this, that I should see you first an exile and then an enemy of Rome? Could you destroy this land that produced and nourished you? Although you came here with dangerous intentions and threats, didn't your anger die down as soon as you entered the borders? Once Rome came into view, didn't the thought enter your mind, 'Inside those walls are my house, my household gods, my mother, my wife, and my children'?
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| | "I can only conclude that if I hadn't given birth, Rome wouldn't be under attack; if I had no son, I would have died free, in a free country. But I can allow nothing more wretched for me and more disgraceful for you, since I am the most wretched, and will be for a long, long time. And your children? You will decide whether it is a premature death or a long slavery that awaits them."
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| | His wife and children hugged each other; the weeping of the whole crowd of women as they bewailed their and their country's fate finally broke the man. After embracing his family, he sent them away and moved his camp away from the city. (Livy II.40.4-10)
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A hero of Rome during this time was L. Quinctius, called Cincinnatus, or Curly, because of his curly hair. After losing a minor
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