CHAPTER III.
———Flower of warriors,
How is't with Titus Lartius?
Marcius. As with a man busied about decrees,
Condemning some to death and some to exile,
Ransoming him or pitying, threatening the other.
Coriolanus.
The captive Abbot's features and manners
exhibited a whimsical mixture of offended pride,
and deranged foppery and bodily terror.
"Why, how now, my masters?" said he, with a voice in which all three emotions were blended. "What order is this among ye? Be ye Turks or Christians, that handle a churchman?—Know ye what it is, manus imponere in servos Domini? Ye have plundered my mails—torn my cope of curious cut lace, which might have served a cardinal—Another in my place would have been at his excommunicabo vos; but I am placable, and if ye order forth my palfreys, release my brethren,
