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Tribupes, patricians, citizens !-what, ho!
Cit. Peace, pence, peace; stay, hold, peace!
Men. What is about to be ?-I am out of breath; Contusion's near: I cannot speak :-You, tribunes To the people,--Coriolanus, patience:Speak, good Sicipius. Sic.
Hear me, people ;-Peace. Cit. Let's hear our tribune:—Peace. Speak, speak,
Fy, fy, fy! This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
1 Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates. Cit.
You so remain.
Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat;
This deserves death.
Therefore, lay hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian*, and from thence Into destruction cast hini. Bru.
Ædiles, seize him.
* From whence criminals were thrown, and dashed to pieces.
Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield.
Hear me one word. Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
Ædi. Peace, peace.
would Thus violently redress. Bru.
Sir, those cold ways, That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous Where the disease is violent:-Lay hands upon him, And bear him to the rock. Cor.
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. Men. Go, get you to your house ; be gone away, All will be naught else. 2 Sen.
Get you gone. Cor.
Stand fast; We have as many friends as enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to that? 1 Sen.
The gods forbid ! I pr’ythee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause. 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),
Be gone ;
On fair ground,
I could myself
Pray you, be gone :
Nay, come away.
[Ereunt Cor. 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 then fair?
Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the Rabble.
Where is this viper,
• The lowest of the populace; tag, rag, and bobtail.
That would depopulate the city, and
You worthy tribunes,
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.
Peace. Men. Do not
havockt, where you should but hunt With inodest warrant. Sic.
Sir, how comes it, that you Have holp to make this rescue? Men.
Hear me speak:As I do know the consul's worthiness, So can I name bis faults: Sic.
He a consul?
Speak briefly then;
. Be sure on't.
+ The signal for slaughter.
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, casy. 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, Were to us all, that do't, and suffer it, A brand to the end o'the world. Sic.
This is clean kamt. Bru. Merely t awry: when he did love his
country, It honour'd him. Men.
The service of the foot
We'll hear no more :-
One word more, one word.
If it were so, Sic. What do ye talk ? Have we not had a taste of his obedience ? Our ædiles smote? ourselves resisted ?-Come:
+ Quite awry.
Ø Inconsiderate haste.