Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates. Cit. You so remain. Men. And so are like to do. Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat; Sic. This deserves death. Sic. Therefore, lay hold of him; Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. Ed. Peace, peace. Men. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend, And temperately proceed to what you 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. There's some among you have beheld me fighting; Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. Men. Down with that sword;-Tribunes withdraw a while. Bru. Lay hands upon him. Men. Help, Marcius! help, You that be noble; help him, young and old! " [COR. 59] Cit. Down with him, down with him! [In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ediles, and the People, are all beat in. Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, All will be naught else. 2 Sen. Cor. We have as many friends as enemies. Men. Shall it be put to that? 1 Sen. Get you gone. Stand fast; The gods forbid! For 'tis a sore upon us, I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house! Men. You cannot tent yourself: Begone, 'beseech yon. Cor. I would they were barbarians, (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd,) not Romans, (as they are Though calv'd i' th' porch o' th' Capitol,)→ Men. Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; One time will owe another.' Cor. I could beat forty of them. Men. On fair ground, I could myself [not, Be gone; Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; I'll Men. Pray you, be gone: try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little; this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour. next. One time will compensate for another. Our turn will come [COR. 60] Com. Nay, come away. I [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, 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; He heard the name of death. Here's goodly work! 2 Pat. [A noise within. I would they were a-bed! Men. I would they were in Tyber!- What, the Could he not speak them fair? [vengeance, Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble. Sic. That would depopulate the city, and Be every man himself? Men. Where is this viper You worthy tribunes, Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law, And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Than the severity of the publick power, Which he so sets at naught. 1 Cit. He shall well know, The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, Men. Do not cry, havock,' where you should but 'Do not give the signal for unlimited slaughter. [COR. 61] As I do know the consul's worthiness, So can I name his faults: Sie. Consul!-what consul? He a consul! Men. The consul Coriolanus. Cit. No, no, no, no, no. Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm, Sic. Speak briefly then; For we are peremptory, to despatch This viperous traitor: to eject him hence, Were but one danger; and, to keep him here, Men. Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away. What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? Were to us all, that do't, and suffer it, A brand to th' end o' th' world. Sic. This is clean kam." Bru. Merely awry: When he did love his country, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot 1 deserved, for deserving. Aury, beside the purpose. Kam is a Welsh word for crooked. [COR. 62] Being once gangren'd,' is not then respected Bru. We'll hear no more: Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Men. One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will, too late, Tie leaden pounds to his heels. Proceed by process; Lest parties (as he is belov'd) break out, And sack great Rome with Romans. Bru. Sic. What do ye talk? If it were so,— Have we not had a taste of his obedience? Our Ediles smote? ourselves resisted?-Come:- 1 Sen. Noble tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course Noble Menenius, Sic. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place :-We'll attend you there: Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed Is not then to be respected, from what it was before it was gangrened. his, for its.To its heels. [COR. 63] |