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. Men. 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 all beat in. Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, All will be naught else. 2 Sen. Cor. Get you gone. Stand fast; We have as many friends as enemies. The gods forbid ! Men. For 'tis a sore upon us, You cannot tent yourself: Begone, 'beseech you. Com. Come, sir, along with us. Cor. I would they were barbarians, (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd,) not Romans, (as they are not, Though calv'd i' the porch o' the Capitol,) Men. Be gone; Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; One time will owe another. Cor. I could beat forty of them. Men. On fair ground, I could myself Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands Against a falling fabrick. Will you hence, Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend 8 "The lowest of the populace, tag, rag, and bobtail. Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear Men. Pray you, be gone: I'll try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little; this must be Com. Nay, come away. [Exeunt COR. COм. 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 his 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 Pat. I would they were a-bed! Men. I would they were in Tyber! vengeance, Could he not speak them fair? What, the Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the Rabble. Sic. That would depopulate the city, and Be every man himself? Men. Where is this viper, You worthy tribunes, Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law, And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Than the severity of the publick power, Which he so sets at nought. 1- Cit.. He shall well know, The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, And we their hands. Cit. He shall, sure on't. [Several speak together. Men. Sic. Sir, Peace. Men. Do not cry, havock, where you should but Hear me speak : Consul!-what consul? He a consul! As I do know the consul's worthiness, I Sic. Men. The consul Coriolanus. Cit. No, no, no, no, no. Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, may be heard, I'd crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm, Sic. Speak briefly then; For we are peremptory, to despatch This viperous traitor: to eject him hence, Were but one danger; and, to keep him here, Men. Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away. Men. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease; Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy. What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? Killing our enemies? The blood he hath lost, (Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath, By many an ounce,) he dropp'd it for his country: And, what is left, to lose it by his country, Sic. 2 This is clean kam.1 Bru. Merely awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot Being once gangren'd, is not then respected Bru. We'll hear no more : Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Lest his infection, being of catching nature, Spread further. Men. One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness 3, will, too late, Tie leaden pounds to his heels. Proceed by process; Lest parties (as he is belov'd) break out, And sack great Rome with Romans. Sic. What do ye talk? If it were so, Have we not had a taste of his obedience? wars Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd Noble tribunes, 1 Sen. It is the humane way: the other course Will prove too bloody; and the end of it I Quite awry. ✔ Inconsiderate haste. › Absolutely. 4 Finely sifted. Unknown to the beginning. Be Sic. Noble Menenius, you then as the people's officer: Masters, lay down your weapons. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place:- We'll attend you there: Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed In our first way. Men. I'll bring him to you: Let me desire your company. [To the Senators.] He must come, Or what is worst will follow. 1 Sen. SCENE IL. A Room in Coriolanus's House. Enter CORIOLANUS, and Patricians. Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; pre sent me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels ; 1 Pat. Enter VOLUMNIA. You do the nobler. Cor. I muse', my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont s Wonder. |