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I'll give my reasons,
More worthier than their voices. They know, the corn
Was not our recompence, resting well assur'd
They ne'er did service for't. Being press’d to the war,
Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,
They would not thread the gates: this kind of service
Did not deserve corn gratis : being i’ the war,
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd
Most valour, spoke not for them. Th’accusation
Which they have often made against the senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the native
Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bosom multiplied digest
The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
What's like to be their words: -“We did request it;
We are the greater poll, and in true fear
They gave us our demands.” — Thus we debase
The nature of our seats, and make the rabble
Call our cares, fears; which will in time break ope
The locks o' the senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.

Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-measure.

No, take more:
What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
Seal what I end withal! - This double worship,
Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom,
Cannot conclude, but by the yea and no
Of general ignorance, it must omit
Real necessities, and give way the while-
To unstable slightness. Purpose so barr'd, it follows,
Nothing is done to purpose: therefore, beseech you,
You that will be less fearful than discreet,
That love the fundamental part of state,
More than you doubt the change on 't, that prefer
A noble life before a long, and wish

To jump a body with a dangerous physic
That 's sure of death without it, at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue : let them not lick
The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state
Of that integrity which should become it,
Not having the power to do the good it would,
For th’ill which doth control it.

He has said enough.
Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
As traitors do.

Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!
What should the people do with these bald tribunes ?
On whom depending, their obedience fails
To the greater bench. In a rebellion,
When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,
Then were they chosen : in a better hour,
Let what is meet, be said, it must be meet,
And throw their power i' the dust.

Bru. Manifest treason.

This a consul? no.
Bru. The Ædiles, ho! Let him be apprehended.

Enter an Ædile.
Sic. Go, call the people; [Exit Ædile.] in whose name,

Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,
A foe to the public weal. Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer.

Hence, old goat!
Sen. We ’li surety him.

Aged Sir, hands off.
Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.

Help, ye citizens!
Re-enter the Ædile, with others, and a Rabble of Citizens.
Men. On both sides more respect.


Here 's he, that would Take from you all your power. Bru.

Seize him,

Ædiles. Cit. Down with him! down with him! Several speak. 2 Sen.

Weapons! weapons! weapons!

[They all bustle about CORIOLANUS Tribunes, patricians, citizens ! what ho! Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, citizens !

Cit. Peace, peace, peace! stay, hold, peace!

Men. What is about to be? I am out of breath;
Confusion 's near: I cannot speak. You, tribunes
To the people, Coriolanus, patience:
Speak', good Sicinius.

Hear me! people, peace!
Cit. Let's hear our tribune: - Peace! Speak, speak, speak.

Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties :
Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
Whom late you have nam'd for consul.

Fie, fie,

fie! This is the way to kindle, not to quench.

Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.
Sic. What is the city, but the people?

The people are the city.

Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magistrates.

You so remain.
Men. And so are like to do.

Com. That is the way to lay the city flat;
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

This deserves death.
Bru. Or let us stand to our authority,
Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,
Upon the part o' the people, in whose power


We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
Of present death.

Therefore, lay hold of him.
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.

Ædiles, seize him.
Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield.

Hear me one word.
Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.

Ædi. Peace, peace !

Men. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend,
And temperately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.

Sir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the rock.

No; I'll die here.

[Drawing his sword. There's some among you have beheld me fighting: Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.

Men. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw a while.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.

Help Marcius, help,
You that be noble; help him, young, and old!
Cit. Down with him! down with him!

[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the

People, are beat in.
Men. Go, get you to your house: be gone, away!
All will be naught else.
2 Sen.

Get you gone.

Stand fast; We bave as many friends as enemies.

Men. Shall it be put to that?
1 Sen.

The gods forbid !
I pr’ythee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.


For 't is a sore upon us, You cannot tent yourself. Begone, 'beseech you.

Com. Come, Sir, along with us.

Men. I would they were barbarians, as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd, not Romans, as they are not,
Though caly'd i' the porch o' the Capitol!

Be gone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue:
One time will owe another.

On fair ground,
I could beat forty of them.

I could myself
Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two tribunes.

Com. But now 't is odds beyond arithmetic;
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
What they are used to bear.

Pray you, be gone.
I'll try whether my old wit be in request
With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
With cloth of any colour.

Nay, come away.

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and Others. 1 Pat. This man has marr'd his fortune.

Men. His nature is too noble for the world :
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth :
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death.

(A noise within. Here's goodly work! 2 Part.

I would they were a-bed!
Men. I would they were in Tyber!


the vengeance,' Could he not speak them fair?

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