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l'th' right and strength o'th' commons, be it either
For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them,
If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death ;
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i' th’truth o'th' cause.

I shall inform them.
Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Enforce the present execution,
Of what we chance to sentence.

Very well. Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give't them. Bru.

Go about it.

[Exit Ædile. Put him to choler straight: He hath been us'd Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Of contradiction: Being once chafod, he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks With us to break his neck. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENICS, COMinius, Senators,

and Patricians. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men.

Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by th' volume. –Th' honour'd

gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Supplied with worthy men! plant love among us! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, And not our streets with war! 1 Sen.

Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish.

· His full quota or proportion. ? Would bear being called a knave as often as would fill out a volume.

(Cor. 70]

Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens. Sic. Draw near, ye people. Æd. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, I say. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri.

Well, say.—Peace, ho.
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present?
Must all determine here?

I do demand,
If you submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you?

I am content.
Men. Lo, citizens, he says,

he is content:
The warlike service he has done, consider;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i'th' holy churchyard.

Scratches with briars,
Scars to move laughter only.

Consider further,
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier: Do not take
His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather thau envy you.'

Well, well, no more.
Cor. What is the matter,
That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the


hour You take it off again? Sic.

Answer to us. Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so. Sic. We charge you,


have contriv'd to take From Rome all season'd' office, and to wind

· Rather than spoken out of ill-will to you.

season'd, i.e. established. (Cor. 71]

Yourself into a power tyrannical;
For which, you are a traitor to the people.

Cor. How! Traitor ?

Nay; temperately: Your promise.
Cor. The fires i'th' lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor!—Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say,
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods.

Mark you this, people? Cit. To the rock with him ; to the rock with him! Sic.

We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great power must try him; even this,
So criminal, and in such capital kind,
Deserves th' extremest death.

But since he hath
Serv'd well for Rome,

What do you prate of service?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.

You ?

Is this
The promise that you made your mother?

I pray you,

I'll know no further:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying; Pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check
my courage

for what they can give,
To have't with saying, Good morrow.

For that he has (As much as in him lies) from time to time

(Cor. 72]

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Envied against the people, seeking means
To pluck away their power; as' now at last
Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
That do distribute it; In the name o'th' people,
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
Even from this instant, banish him our city;
In peril of precipitation
From off the rock Tarpeian, never more
To enter our Rome gates: I'th' people's name,

it shall be so.

It shall be so, It shall be let him

away :

: he's banish’d, And so it shall be. Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common

friends; Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing, Com.

Let me speak,
I have been consul, and can show from Rome,
Her enemies' marks upon me.

I do love
My country's good, with a respect more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own life,
Then if I would speak that-

We know your drift: Speak what?
Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish’d,
As enemy to the people, and his country:
It shall be so.

It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry3 of curs! whose breath I As reek o'th' rotten fens, whose loves I prize [hate As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you ; And here remain with your uncertainty ! Let every feeble rumour shake


hearts ! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still

? not, not only.


us, as well as. [Cor. 73]

cry, troop, pack,


To banish your defenders; till, at length,
Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,)
Making not reservation of yourselves,
(Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most
Abated' captives, to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.


Senators, and Patricians. Ad. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Cit. Our enemy's banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!

The People shout, and throw up their caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city.

Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; come:The gods preserve our noble tribunes ! Come.




COMINIUS, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell:

the beast With many

heads butts me away.--Nay, mother, Where is


courage? you were us'd
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ;
That common chances common men could bear;

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