That would depopulate the city, Men. You worthy tribunes,- Which he so sets at nought. 1 Cit. He shall well know The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, Men. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt With modest warrant. Sic. Sir, how comes 't, that you have holp : To make this rescue? Men. Sic. Consul!-what consul? He consul! Men. The consul Coriolanus. Cit. No, no, no, no, no! Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, I may be heard, I would crave a word or two; Sic. This viperous traitor: to eject him hence Men. Sic. He's a disease that must be cut away. What has he done to Rome that 's worthy death? Were to us all, that do 't, and suffer it, A brand to the end o' the world. Sic. This is clean kam.a 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; Spread further. Men. One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness, 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. Bru. Sic. What do ye talk? If it were so, a We take this to mean, nothing to the purpose. The speech of Menenius is interrupted. He would ask whether it were just not to respect the "service" of the "gangrened foot." Have we not had a taste of his obedience? (In peace,) to his utmost peril. 1 Sen. Noble Menenius, Sic. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place :-We'll attend you there : Where, if you bring not Marcius, we 'll proceed Men. I'll bring him to you : Let me desire your company. He must come, Or what is worse will follow. 1 Sen. [To the Senators. Pray you, let's to him. SCENE II.-A Room in Coriolanus's House. Enter CORIOLANUS and Patricians. Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, That the precipitation might down stretch Cor. I muse my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To buy and sell with groats; to show bare heads To speak of peace or war. I talk of you; [TO VOLUMNIA. Would you have me Why did you wish me milder? The man I am. Vol. O, sir, sir, sir, I would have had you put your power well on, Cor. Let go. Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With striving less to be so: Lesser had been The thwartings of your dispositions, if You had not show'd them how you were dispos'd Ere they lack'd power to cross you. Cor. Vol. Ay, and burn too. Let them hang. Enter MENENIUS and Senators. Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, some thing too rough: You must return, and mend it. 1 Sen. There's no remedy; Pray be counsell'd: Unless, by not so doing, our good city Vol. I have a heart as little apt as yours, Men. Cor. What must I do? Repent what you have spoke. Cor. For them?-I cannot do it to the gods; Must I then do 't to them? Vol. You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble, But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I' the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me, In peace, what each of them by th' other lose, That they combine not there. Cor. Men. Tush, tush! A good demand. Vol. If it be honour, in your wars, to seem With honour, as in war; since that to both Cor. Why force you this? |