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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, with
draw 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.
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,
Com. Come, sir, along with us.
Cor. I would they were barbarians, (as they are, Though in Rome sitter’d,) not Romans, (as they
* On fair ground, I could beat forty of them.
- One time will owe another.] The meaning seems to be, One time will compensate for another. Our time of triumph will come hereafter: time will be in our debt, will owe us a good turn, for our present disgrace. Let us trust to futurity, ce
I could myself
Pray you, be gone:
Nay, come away. [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and Others. . i 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 i . 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
i vengeance, Could he not speak them fair.
Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the Rabble.
Where is this viper,
s Before the tag return?] The lowest and most despicable of the populace are still denominated by those a little above them, Tag, rag, and bobtail.
Men. He shás hands : jl scort
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. i 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. Mena
si Sir, Šic.
- Peace. Men. Do not cry, havock, where you should but
hunt With modest warrant. Sic.
Sir, how comes it, that you Have holp to make this rescue? Men.
Hear me speak :-
He a consul!
Speak briefly then;
Now the good gods forbid,
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away.
Men. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Killing our enemies? The blood he hath lost,
This is clean kam. * Bru. Merely awry:8 When he did love his
The service of the foot
i We'll hear no more:-
One word more, one word.
6 Towards her deserved children-] Deserved, for deserving.'
? This is clean kam.) i. e. Awry. So Cotgrave interprets, Tout. va à contrepoil. All goes clean' kam. Hence a cambrel for a crooked stick, or the bend in a horse's hinder leg. The Welsh word for crooked is kam.
* Merely awry:] i. e. absolutely.
: : If it were so,mic. Sic. What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience? Our Ædiles smote? ourselves resisted ?-Come:
Men. Consider this;-He has been bred i' the wars
Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place: We'll attend
I'll bring him to you:
He must come, Or what is worst will follow. 1 Sen.
Pray you; let's to him.
Exeunt. .: : SCENE II.
A Room in Coriolanus's House.
Enter CORIOLANUS, and Patricians. Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present .
me VOL. VII. 'i. P