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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.

Bru.

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

Cor.

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.
Sic.
Here's he, that would 2 Sen.

Get you gone.
Take from you all your power.

Cor.

Stand fast; Bru.

Seize him, ædiles. We have as many friends as enemies.
Cit. Down with him, down with him!

Men. Shall it be put to that ?
[Several speak.
1 Sen.

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!

Men.

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,) -
Sic.
Hear me, people; - Peace. Men.

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 :

Cor.

On fair ground, Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,

I could beat forty of them. Whom late you have nam'd for consul.

Men.

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
Bru. By the consent of all we were established Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
The people's magistrates.

What they are us'd to bear.
Cit.
You so remain.
Men.

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,

Com.

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!
Bru.
Ædiles, seize him.

2 Pat.

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?

Bru.

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,
The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
And we their hands.

Where he shall answer by a lawful form,
Cit.
He shall, sure on't.

(In peace) to his utmost peril.
Several speak together. 1 Sen.

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

Sic.

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?

Bru.

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.

Men.

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,

1 Sen.

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;
Were but one danger; and, to keep him here, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
Our certain death; therefore it is decreed, That the precipitation might down stretch
He dies to-night.

Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Men.

Now the good gods forbid, Be thus to them. That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude

Enter VOLUMNIA. Towards her deserved 8 children is enrollid

1 Pat.

You do the nobler.
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!

Cor. I muse 4, my mother
Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away.

Does not approve me further, who was wont

To call them wooden vassals, things created
Men. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.

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.

Vol.

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

are,
For what before it was?
Bru.
We'll hear no more :-

With striving less to be so: Lesser had been
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence ;

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.
Spread further.

Cor.
Men.
One word more, one word.

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.
Tie leaden pounds to his heels. Proceed by process; Men. Come, come, you have been too rough,
Lest parties (as he is belov'd) break out,

something too rough ;
8 Deserving.
. Quite awry.

You must return, and mend it.
Absolutely
- Inconsiderate haste.

3 Finely sifted. 4 Wonder. > Rank.

Let go.

1 Sen.

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.
Vol.

Pray, be counsellid :
Men.

This but done, I have a heart as little apt as yours,

Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours:
But yet a brain, that leads my use of anger, For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
To better vantage.

As words to little purpose.
Men.
Well said, noble woman :

Vol.

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.

Well,

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.
Must I then do't to them ?

Men. Only fair speech.
Vol.
You are too absolute;

Com.

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.

Tush, tush!

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 ?

Com.

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 the people ; not by your own instruction,

To have my praise for this, perform a part
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you to, Thou hast not done before.
But with such words that are but roted in

Cor.

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.

Vol.

At thy choice then i Men.

Noble lady!

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.

9 Dwell,

1 Own.

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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?
Men.

Ay, but mildly.
Sic.

I do demand,
Cor. Well, mildly be it then ; mildly. (Exeunt. If you submit you to the people's voices,

Allow their officers, and are content
SCENE III. The Forum.

To suffer lawful censure for such faults

As shall be prov'd upon you ?
Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.

Cor.

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.

Cor.

Scratches with briars,

Scars to move laughter only.
Enter an Ædile.

Men.

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,
That always favour'd him.

Rather than envy you.
Sic.
Have you a catalogue Com.

Well, well, no more. Of all the voices that we have procur'd,

Cor. What is the matter,
Set down by the poll?

That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
Æd.
I have; 'tis ready, here.

I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour
Sic. Have you collected them by tribes ? You take it off again ?
Æd.

I have.
Sic.

Answer to us.
Sic. Assemble presently the people hither : Cor. Say then : 'tis true, I ought so.
And when they hear me say, It shall be so

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.

Very well.

Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, As I do pray the gods.
When we shall hap to give't them.

Sic.

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,

Bru.

But since he hath and Patricians.

Serv'd well for Rome, Sic. Well, here he comes.

Cor.

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.

Amen, amen!

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.

3 Malice.

* Of long standing

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Their mercy at the price of one fair word;

Cit.

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.

hate Sic.

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
To enter our Rome's gates : l'the people's name, Abated ? captives, to some nation
I say, it shall be so.

That won you without blows ! despising,
Cit.
It shall be so,

For you, the city, thus I turn my back :
It shall be so; let him away : he's banishid, There is a world elsewhere.
And so it shall be.

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENERIUS, Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common

Senators, and Patricians.
Æd. The people's enemy.

is
gone,

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.

friends;

gone !

come:

ACT IV.

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

Vol.

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
I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd! Nay, mother, A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, O'er the vast world, to seek a single man
If you had been the wife of Hercules,

And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
Six of his labours you'd have done and sav'd I'the absence of the needer.
Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,

Fare ye well : Droop not; adieu : - Farewell, my wife! my Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full mother!

Cor.

9 Park. i Vapour.

2 Subdued. 3 Foolish. $ Showed hatred.

6 Not only,

7 For.
& Value. 4 Insidious.

Noblest. 6 Exposure

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