All, Down with him, down with him.

Men.

[Exeunt.

[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ediles, and

the people are beat in.

SCENE

O, get you to your houfe; be gone, away,
All will be nought elfe.

2 Sen. Get you gone.

*Cor. Sand faft, we have as many friends as enemies. Men. Shall it be put to That?

Sen. The Gods forbid !

I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house,
Leave us to cure this caufe.

Men. For 'tis a fore, do

You cannot tent yourself; be gone, 'befeech
Com. Come, Sir, along with us.

you.

Men. I would, they were Barbarians. (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd;) not Romans: (as they are

Though calved in the porch o' th' Capitol:)

Be gone, put not your worthy rage into your tongue, One time will owe another.

Cor. On fair ground I could beat forty of them. Men. I could myfelf take up a brace o' th' beft of them; yea, the two Tribunes.

Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic: And manhood is call'd fool'ry, when it ftands Against a falling fabric. Will you hence, Before the tag return, whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear! What they are us'd'to bear. 21

Men. Pray you, be gone :

I'll try, if my old wit be in requeft

*Com. Stand faft, &c.] This fpeech certainly fhould be given to Coriolanus; for all his Friends perfuade him to retire. So Cominius presently after;

Come, Sir, along with us.

Warburton.

With those that have but little; this must be patcht With cloth of any colour.

Com. Come, away.

1 Sen.

[Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius.

SCENE IV.

HIS man has marr'd his fortune.

THE

He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

world:

Or Jove for's power to thunder: his heart's his mouth: What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever

He heard the name of death.

Here's goodly work.

2 Sen. I would, they were a-bed.

[A noife within.

I

Men. I would, they were in Tiber.What, the

vengeance,

Could he not speak 'em fair?

Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble again.

Sic. Where is this viper,,

That would depopulate the city, and

Be every man himself?

Men. You worthy Tribunes

Sic. He fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock With rigorous hands; he hath refifted Law, And therefore Law fhall fcorn him further trial Than the feverity of public Power,

Which he fo fets at nought.

1 Cit. He fhall well know, the noble Tribunes are The people's mouths, and we their hands.

All. He fhall, be fure on't.

Men. Sir, Sir,

Sic. Peace.

Men. Do not cry havock, where you should but

Sic. Sir, now comes it, you

Have holp to make this rescue ?

Men. Hear me speak;

As I do know the Conful's worthiness,

So can I name his faults

All. No, no, no, no, no.

[people, Men. If by the Tribunes' leave, and yours, good be heard, I'd crave a word or two;

I may

The which fhall turn you to no further harm,
Than fo much lofs of time.

Sic. Speak briefly then,

For we are peremptory to difpatch

This viperous traitor; to eject him hence,
Were but our danger; and to keep him here,
Our certain death; therefore it is decreed,
He dies to-night.

Men. Now the good Gods forbid,

That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude
Tow'rds her deferving children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!

Sic. He's a difeafe that must be cut away.
Men. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a disease ;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.

What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death?
Killing our enemies, the blood he hath loft
(Which I dare vouch, is more than That he hath,
By many an ounce) he dropt it for his Country:
And what is left, to lofe it by his Country,
Were to us all that do't, and fuffer it,

A brand to th' end o'th' world.

Bru. Merely awry: when he did love his Country, It honour'd him.

* This is clean kam.] i. e. Awry.

Sic. The fervice of the foot

Being once gangreen'd, it is not then respected
For what before it was.

Bru. We'll hear no more.

Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence;
Left his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.

Men. One word more, one word :

This tiger-footed rage, when it fhall find
The harm of unfkann'd fwiftnefs, will (too late)
Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by procefs,
Left Parties (as he is belov'd) break out,

And fack great Rome with Romans.

Bru. If 'twere fo

Sic. What do ye talk?

Have we not had a taste of his obedience,
Our Ediles fmote, ourselves refifted? come

Men. Confider this; he hath been bred i'th' wars
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill-school'd
In boulted language; meal and bran together
He throws without diftinction. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he fhall answer by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmoft peril.

i Sen. Noble Tribunes,

It is the humane way: the other courfe
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.

Sic. Noble Menenius,

Be you then as the people's officer.
Mafters, lay down your weapons.

Bru. Go not home.

Sic. Meet on the forum; we'll attend you there,

* Men. The fervice of the foot, &c.] Nothing can be more evidant than that this could never be faid by Coriolanus's Apologist, and that it was faid by one of the Tribunes; I have therefore given it to Sicinius, Warburton.

Where

Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed

In our firft way.

Men. I'll bring him to you..

Let me defire your company; he must come,
Or what is woffe will follow.

Cor.

1 Sen. Pray, let's to him.

L

[Exeunt.

V.

Changes to CORIOLANUS's House.

Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles,

ET them pull all about mine ears, present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horfes' heels, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian Rock, That the precipitation might down ftretch: Below the beam of fight, yet will I ftill Be thus to them.

Enter Volumnia.

Nobl. You do the nobler.
Cor. I mufe, my mother

Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vaffals, things created
To buy and fell with groats; to fhew bare heads
In congregations, yawn, be ftill, and wonder,
When one but of my Ordinance flood up
To fpeak of Peace or War; (I talk of you)
Why did you wifh me milder? wou'd you have me
Falfe to my nature? rather fay, I play

The man I am.

Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir,

I would have had you put your Power well on,
Before you, had worn it out.

Cor. Let it go..

Vol. You might have been enough the man you

are,

With ftriving lefs to be fo. Leffer had been

The