you, But with such words that are but roted in I would dissemble with my nature where Com. I have been i' the market-place; and, sir, 't is fit 95 You make strong party, or defend yourself With my base tongue give to my noble heart 100 And throw 't against the wind. To the marketplace! You have put me now to such a part which Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going; Do your will. To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd Cor. The word is "mildly." Pray you, let If you submit you to the people's voices, Allow their officers, and are content To suffer lawful censure for such faults As shall be prov'd upon you? Cor. 45 I am content. Upon the wounds his body bears, which show 50 Scratches with briers, Consider further, That when he speaks not like a citizen, You find him like a soldier. Do not take His rougher accents for malicious sounds, But, as I say, such as become a soldier Rather than envy you. Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter That being pass'd for consul with full voice, 65 From Rome all season'd office and to wind For which you are a traitor to the people. Men. Nay, temperately; your promise. people! Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune! Beating your officers, cursing yourselves. this, Com. Know, I pray you,— Cor. I'll know no further. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death. Vagabond exile, flaying, pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word; Nor check my courage for what they can give. To have 't with saying "Good morrow." Sic. For that he has, As much as in him lies, from time to time Envi'd against the people, seeking means To pluck away their power, as now at last Given hostile strokes, and that not in the pre sence Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers That do distribute it; in the name o' the people And in the power of us the tribunes, we, From off the rock Tarpeian never more [Citizens.] It shall be so, it shall be so. Let him away! He's banish'd, and it shall be so. Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends, Sic. He's sentenc'd; no more hearing. As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize 130 135 [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius [Menenius, Senators, and Patricians]. They all shout, and throw up their caps. Ed. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! [Citizens.] Our enemy is banish'd!" he is gone! Hoo! hoo! Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city. 140 Citizens.] Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come. The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come. ACT IV [Exeunt. And we of thee; so if the time thrust forth 40 Cor. gate. 46 Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and Men. That's worthily 58 As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep. gods, I'd with thee every foot. 10 Cor. Come. Give me thy hand: [Exeunt. ney. Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrections; the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles. Vols. Hath been! Is it ended, then? Our state thinks not so. They are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division. Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again; for the nobles receive so to heart the banishment tå that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the people and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out. Vols. Coriolanus banish'd! Rom. Banish'd, sir. Vols. You will be welcome with this intel gence, Nicanor. |