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Caius Marcius Coriolanus, a noble Roman.
Titus Lartius, generals against the Volcians.
Menenius Agrippa, friend to Coriolanus.
Tullus Aufidius, general of the Volcians.
Volumnia, mother to Coriolanus.
Roman and Volcian Senators, Patricians, Ediles,
SCENE, partly in Rome; and partly in the Territo ries of the Volcians and Antiates.
SCENE 1-Rome. A Street. Enter a company of
we proceed any further, hear me speak. Cit. Speak, speak. [Several speaking at once. 1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to famish?
Cit. Resolved, resolved.
1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
Cit. We know't, we know't.
1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price. Is't a verdict?
Cit. No more talking on't; let it be done: away,
2 Cit. One word, good citizens.
1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patricians, good: What authority surfeits on, would relieve us; If they would. yield us but the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess, they relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an Anventory to particularize their abundance; our suf
ferance is a gain to them.-Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know, I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
Cit. Against him first; he's a very dog to the commonalty.
2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done for his country?
1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with being proud.
2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously.
1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did it to that end: though soft conscienc'd men can be content to say, it was for his country, he did it to please his mother, and to be partly proud; which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.
2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you account a vice in him: You must in no way say, he is
1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations; he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repeti tion. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these? The other side o'the city is risen: Why stay we prating here? to the capitol.
Cit. Come, come.
1 Cit. Soft; who comes here?
Enter Menenius Agrippa.
2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved the people.
1 Cit. He's one honest enough; 'Would all the rest were so !
Men. What works, my countrymen, in hand?
With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray you