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Let what is meet, be said it must be meet, And temperately proceed to what you would And throw their power i' the dust.
Thus violently redress. Bru. Manifest treason.
Sir, those cold ways, Sic.
This a consul ? no. That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous Bru. The ædiles, ho! - Let him be apprehended. Where the disease is violent:— Lay hands upon him, Sic. Go, call the people; (Erit Brutus.] in And bear him to the rock. whose name, myself
No; I'll die here. Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator,
(Drawing his Sword. A foe to the publick weal : Obey, I charge thee, There's some among you have beheld me fighting; And follow to thine answer.
Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. Cor.
Hence, old goat ! Men. Down with that sword; — Tribunes, withSen. of Pat. We'll surety him.
draw a while. Com.
Aged sir, hands off. Bru. Lay bands upon him. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake ihy bones Men.
Help Marcius! help, Out of thy garments.
You that be noble ; help him, young and old ! Sic. Help, ye citizens.
Cit. Down with him, down with him !
[In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, Re-enter BRUTUS, with the Ædiles, and a Rabble of
and the People, are all beat in. Citizens.
Men. Go, get you to your house; begone, away, Men. On both sides more respect.
All will be naught else.
Get you gone.
Stand fast; Bru.
Seize him, ædiles. We have as many friends as enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to that ?
The gods forbid ! 2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons !
I pr’ythee, noble friend, home to thy house ; (They all bustle about CORIOLANUS. Leave us to cure this cause. Tribunes, patricians, citizens ! - what, ho!
For 'tis a sore upon us, Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, citizens !
You cannot tent yourself : Begone, 'beseech you. Cit. Peace, peace, peace; stay, hold, peace! Com. Come, sir, along with us.
Men. What is about to be? – I am out of breath; Cor. I would they were barbarians, (as they are, Confusion's near: I cannot speak :- You, tribunes Though in Rome litter'd,) not Romans, (as they are To the people, - Coriolanus patience:
not, Speak, good Sicinius.
Though calv'd i' the porch o' the Capitol,) -
Begone; Cit. Let's hear ourtribune; - Peace, speak, speak
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; speak.
One time will owe another. Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties :
On fair ground, Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
I could beat forty of them. Whom late you have nam'd for consul.
I could myself Men.
Fye, fye, fye! | Take up a brace of the best of them ; yea, the two This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
tribunes. 1 Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; Sic. What is the city, but the people ?
And manhood is calld foolery, when it stands Cit.
True, Against a falling fabrick. — Will you hence, The people are the city.
Before the tag 7 return? whose rage doth rend
What they are us'd to bear.
Pray you, begone : Men. And so are like to do.
I'll try whether my old wit be in request Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat;
With those that have but little; this must be patch'd To bring the roof to the foundation;
With cloth of any colour. And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
Nay, come away. In heaps and piles of ruin.
(Exeunt Cor. Com. and others. Sic.
This deserves death. 1 Pat. This man has marr'd his fortune. Bru. Or let us stand to our authority,
Men. His nature is too noble for the world : Or let us lose it : - We do here pronounce,
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident. Upon the part o' the people, in whose power Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
mouth: Of present death.
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; Sic.
Therefore, lay hold of him: And, being angry, does forget that ever Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
He heard the name of death. [A Noise within. Into destruction cast him.
Here's goodly work!
I would they were a-bed! Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield.
Men. I would they were in Tyber! - What, the Men. Hear me one word.
vengeance, Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. Could he not speak them fair? Ædi. Peace, peace.
Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the Rabble. Men. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend, Sic.
Where is this viper, Whence criminals were thrown, and dashed to pieces. 7 The lowest of the populace, tag, rag, and bobtail.
you there :
That would depopulate the city, and
And sack great Rome with Romans. Be every man himself?
If it were so, Men.
You worthy tribunes, Sic. What do ye talk ? Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock Have we not had a taste of his obedience ? With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law, Our ædiles smote ? ourselves resisted? Come : And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Men. Consider this;- He has been bred i’ the wars Than the severity of the publick power,
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd Which he so sets at nought.
In boulted 3 language; meal and bran together 1 Cit. He shall well know,
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
Where he shall answer by a lawful form,
(In peace) to his utmost peril.
Noble tribunes, Men.
Sir, — It is the humane way: the other course Sic.
Peace. Will prove too bloody; and the end of it Men. Do not cry, havock, where you should but Unknown to the beginning. hunt
Noble Menenius, With modest warrant.
Be you then as the people's officer: Sic.
Sir, how comes it, that you Masters, lay down your weapons. Have holp to make this rescue?
Go not home. Men.
Hear me speak: - Sic. Meet on the market-place: – We'll attend As I do know the consul's worthiness, So can I name his faults;
Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed Sic.
Consul ? — What consul? | In our first way. Men. The consul Coriolanus.
J'll bring him to you: Bru.
He a consul! Let me desire your company. (To the Senators. ] Cit. No, no, no, no, no.
He must come, Men. If, by the tribune's leave, and yours, good Or what is worst will follow. people,
Pray you, let's to him. (Exeunt. I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm, SCENE II. A Room in Coriolanus' House. Than so much loss of time. Sic. Speak briefly then ;
Enter CORIOLANUS, and Patricians. For we are peremptory, to despatch
Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me This viperous traitor : to ject him hence,
Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels;
Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Now the good gods forbid, Be thus to them. That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Enter VOLUMNIA. Towards her deserved 8 children is enrollid
You do the nobler.
Cor. I muse 4, my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them wooden vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats ; to show bare heads What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death ?
In congregations, to yawn, be still, and wonder, Killing our enemies? The blood he hath lost,
When one but of my ordinance 5 stood up (Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
To speak of peace, or war. I talk of you ; By many an ounce,) he dropp’d it for his country: Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me
(TO VOLUMNIA. And, what is left, to lose it by his country, Were to us all, that do't, and suffer it,
False to my nature? Rather say, I play
The man I am. A brand to the end o' the world.
This is clean kam.9 Sic.
0, sir, sir, sir, Bru. Merely'awry: when he did love his country, Before you had worn it out.
I would have had you put your power well on, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot
Cor. Being once gangren’d, is not then respected
Vol. You might have been enough the man you
With striving less to be so: Lesser had been
The thwartings of your dispositions, if Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
You had not show'd them how you were dispos'd,
Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
Let them hang. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
Vol. Ay, and burn too. The harm of unscann'd swiftness?, will, too late,
Enter MENENIUS, and Senators.
something too rough ;
You must return, and mend it.
3 Finely sifted. 4 Wonder. > Rank.
There's no remedy ; | In asking their good loves ; but thou wilt frame Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far Cleave in the midst and perish.
As thou hast power, and person.
Pray, be counsellid :
This but done, I have a heart as little apt as yours,
Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours:
As words to little purpose.
Pr'ythee now, Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that Go, and be rul’d: although, I know, thou hadst The violent fit o'the time craves it as physick
rather For the whole state, I would put mine armour on, Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, Which I can scarcely bear.
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius. Cor. What must I do? Men. Return to the tribunes.
Enter COMINIUS. Cor.
Com. I have been i' the market place : and, sir, What then? what then ?
'tis fit Men.
Repent what you have spoke. You make strong party, or defend yourself Cor. For them ? — I cannot do it to the gods ;
By calmness, or by absence, all's in anger.
Men. Only fair speech.
I think, 'twill serve, if he Though therein you can never be too noble,
Can thereto frame his spirit. But when extremities speak. I have
heard you say, Pr’ythee now, say, you will, and go about it. Vol.
He must, and will: Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I'the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me, Cor. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce ? 8 In peace, what each of them by th' other lose,
Must I, That they combine not there.
With my base tongue, give to my noble heart Cor.
A lie, that it must bear? Well, I will do't : Men.
A good demand. Yet were there but this single plot to lose, Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to seem
This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, The same you are not, (which, for your best ends,
And throw it against the wind. - To the marketYou adopt your policy,) how is it less or worse,
place: That it shall hold companionship in peace
You have put me now to such a part, which never With honour as in war; since that to both
I shall discharge to the life. It stands in like request ?
Come, come, we'll prompt you, Cor. Why force you this ?
Vol. I prythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak
My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Well, I must do't: Your tongue, though but bastards, and syllables
Away, my disposition, and possess me Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth.
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, Now, this no more dishonours you at all,
Which quired with my drum, into a voice Than to take in 6 a town with gentle words,
That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Which else would put you to your fortune, and
Tent 9 in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up The hazard of much blood.
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue I would dissemble with my nature, where
Make motion through my lips ; and my arm'd
knees, My fortunes, and my friends, at stake, requir'd I should do so in honour : I am in this,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms !- I will not do't : Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles ; And you will rather show our general lowts 7
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon them, And by my body's action, teach my mind For the inheritance of their loves, and safeguard
A most inherent baseness. Of what that want might ruin.
At thy choice then i Men.
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour, Come, go with us; speak fair : you may salve so,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin ; let Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Of what is past.
Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death Vol. I prythee, now, my son,
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list. Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me; And thus far having stretch'd it, (here be with them,) But owe I thy pride thyself.
Cor. Thy knee bussing the stones, (for in such business
Pray, be content; Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
Mother, I am going to the market-place; More learned than the ears,) waving thy head, Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Which often thus correcting thy stout heart, Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd That humble, as the ripest mulberry,
of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going : Now will not hold the handling : Ör, say to them, Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils,
Or never trust to what my tongue can do Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost confess, l'the way of flattery, further.
Vol. Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim,
Do your will. [Exit. 6 Subdue. 7 Common clowns.
8 Unshaven head.
Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you : arm
Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens. yourself
Sic. Draw near, ye people. To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd
Æd. List to your tribunes; audience : Peace, I With accusations, as I hear, more strong
say. Than are upon you yet.
Cor. First, hear me speak. Cor. The word is, mildly: - Pray you, let us go; Both Tri.
Well, say. — Peace, ho. Let them accuse me by invention, I
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present? Will answer in mine honour.
Must all determine here?
Ay, but mildly.
I do demand,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you ?
I am content Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content : Tyrannical power: If he evade us there,
The warlike service he has done, consider; Enforce him with his envy to the people ;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which show And that the spoil, got on the Antiates,
Like graves i' the holy churchyard. Was ne'er distributed.
Scratches with briars,
Scars to move laughter only.
Consider further, What, will he come?
That when he speaks not like a citizen, d. He's coming.
You find him like a soldier: Do not take Bru.
How accompanied ? His rougher accents for malicious sounds, Æd. With old Menenius, and those senators
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather than envy you.
Well, well, no more. Of all the voices that we have procur'd,
Cor. What is the matter,
That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour
Answer to us.
Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take I' the right and strength of the commons, be it either From Rome all season'd 4 office, and to wind For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, Yourself into a power tyrannical ; If I say, fine, cry fine ; if death, cry death ; For which, you are a traitor to the people. Insisting on the old prerogative
Cor. How ! Traitor ? And power i' the truth o' the cause.
Men. Nay; temperately: Your promise. £d.
I shall inform them.
Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people! Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Call me their traitor! - Thou injurious tribune! Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, Enforce the present execution
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Of what we chance to sentence.
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Æd.
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
Mark you this, people? Bru.
Go about it.
Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him! [Erit Ædile. Sic.
Peace. Put him to choler straight: He hath been us'd
We need not put new matter to his charge : Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, Of contradiction : Being once chaf'd, he cannot
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks Those whose great power must try him ; even this, With us to break his neck.
So criminal, and in such capital kind,
Deserves the extremest death. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Senators,
But since he hath and Patricians.
Serv'd well for Rome, Sic. Well, here he comes.
What do you prate of service? Men.
Calmly, I do beseech you. Bru. I talk of that, that know it. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Cor.
You? Will bear the knave? by the volume.— The honour'd Men.
Is this gods
The promise that you made your mother? Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Com.
Know, Supplied with worthy men ! plant love among us! I
pray you, Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, Cor.
I'll know no further : And not our streets with war!
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, 1 Sen.
Vagabond exile, flaying ; Pent to linger Men. A noble wish.
But with a grain a day, I would not buy 2 Will bear being called a knave.
* Of long standing
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
It shall be so, it shall be so. Nor check my courage for what they can give, Cor. You common cry of curs ! whose breath I To have't with saying, Good morrow.
For that he has As reek 'o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize (As much as in him lies) from time to time As the dead carcasses of unburied men Envied 5 against the people, seeking means That do corrupt my air, I banish you; To pluck away their power; as now at last And here remain with your uncertainty! Given hostile strokes, and that not 6 in the presence Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
Your enemies with nodding of their plumes, That do distribute it; In the name o' the people, Fan you into despair! have the power still And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
To banish your defenders ; till, at length, Even from this instant, banish him our city; Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,) In peril of precipitation
Making not reservation of yourselves, From off the rock Tarpeian, never more
(Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most
That won you without blows ! despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back :
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENERIUS, Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common
Senators, and Patricians.
is Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing.
Cit. Our enemy's banish'a ! he is gone! Hoo! Com.
Let me speak :
hoo! I have been consul, and can show from 7 Rome,
[The people shout, and throw up their Caps. Her enemies' marks upon me.
I do love
Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, My country's good, with a respect more tender, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite ; More holy, and profound, than mine own life, Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard My dear wife's estimate 8, than if I would
Attend us through the city. Speak that
Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; Sic.
We know your drift: Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banished, The gods preserve our noble tribunes !-- Come. As enemy to the people, and his country :
(Ereunt. It shall be so.
SCENE I. — Before a Gate of the City. I'll do well yet. - Thou old and true Mencnius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENE
And venomous to thine eyes.- My sometime general NIUS, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians.
I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft bebeld Cor. Come leave your tears; a brief farewell :- Heart-hard’ning spectacles; tell these sad women, the beast
'Tis fonds to wail inevitable strokes, With many heads butts me away. — Nay, mother, As 'tis to laugh at them. — My mother, you wot Where is your ancient courage ? you were us'd
well, To say, extremity was the trier of spirits ;
My hazards still have been your solace : and That common chances common men could bear; Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen, Show'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your son When most struck home, being gentle wounded, Will, or exceed the common, or be caught craves
With cautelous 4 baits and practice. A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
My first 5
son, With precepts, that would make invincible
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius The heart that conn'd them.
With thee a while: Determine on some course, Vir. O heavens! O heavens!
More than a wild exposture 6 to each chance Cor.
Nay, I pr’ythee, woman, That starts i' the way before thee. Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Cor.
O the gods! Rome,
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee And occupations perish!
Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us, Cor.
What, what, what! And we of thee : so if the time thrust forth
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
Fare ye well : Droop not; adieu : - Farewell, my wife! my Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full mother!
9 Park. i Vapour.
2 Subdued. 3 Foolish. $ Showed hatred.
6 Not only,
Noblest. 6 Exposure