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Sic. Go, call the people ; [Exit Brutus.] in
whose name, myself
Hence, old goat !
Aged sir, hands off. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy,
bones Out of thy garments. Sic.
Help, ye citizens.
Re-enter Brutus, with the Ædiles, and a Rabble of
Here's he, that would Take from
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. Sic. 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
have nam'd for consul. ' Men.
Fye, fye, fye! This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
1 Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.
True, The people are the city.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd
You so remain,
Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat;
This deserves death.
Therefore, lay hold of him ;
Ædiles, seize him.
Hear me one word. Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
Ædi. Peace, peace.
Sir, those cold ways,
No; I'll die here.
7 Whence criminals were thrown, and dashed to pieces,
There's some among you have beheld me fighting ; Come, try upon yourselves what
draw a while.
Help, Marcius! help,
and the People, are all 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 have as many friends as enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to that ?
The gods forbid !
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
On fair ground,
I could myself
* The lowest of the populace, tag, rag, and bobtail.
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
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. Com.
Nay, come away.
[Exeunt Çor. Com. 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 !.-- What, the
vengeance, Could he not speak them fair?
Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the Rabble. Sic.
Where is this viper, That would depopulate the city, and Be
every man himself? Men.
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.
Peace. Men. Do not cry, havock, where you should but
hunt With modest warrant. Sic.
Sir, how comes it, that you
Hear me speak :
Consul! - What consul ?
He a consul!
Speak briefly then;
Now the good gods forbid,
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: