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Than dogs, that are as often beat for barking
As therefore kept to do so.

Sic. Let them assemble ;
And on a safer judgment, all revoke
Your ignorant election. Enforce his pride,
And his old hate unto you: besides, forget not
With what contempt he wore the humble weed;
How in his suit he scorned you: but your loves,
Thinking upon his services, took from you
The apprehension of his present portance,
Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After the inveterate hate he bears you.
Bru. Lay a fault on us, your tribunes; that

we laboured (No impediment between) but that you must Cast your election on him.

Sic. Say you chose him More after our commandment, than as guided By your own true affections; and that, your minds Pre-occupied with what you rather must do Than what you should, made you against the grain To voice him consul. Lay the fault on us.

Bru. Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures

Who, after great Hostilius, here was king.
Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,
That our best water brought by conduits hither:
And Censorinus, darling of the people
(And nobly named so, twice being censor),
Was his great ancestor.

Sic. One thus descended,
That hath beside well in his person wrought
To be set high in place, we did commend
To your remembrances: but you have found,
Scaling his present bearing with his past,
That he's your fixed enemy;

and revoke Your sudden approbation.

Bru. Say you ne'er had done 't (Harp on that still) but by our putting on: And presently, when you have drawn your number, Repair to the Capitol.

Cit. We will so :-almost all [Several speak] repent in their election.

[Exeunt Citizens. Bru. Let them go on : This mutiny were better put in hazard, Than stay, past doubt, for greater. If, as his nature is, he fall in rage With their refusal, both observe and answer The vantage of his anger.

To the Capitol; come. We will be there before the stream o' the people; And this shall seem, as partly 't is, their own, Which we have goaded onward. [Exeunt.

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SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.

Cor. What makes this change?
Men. The matter?
Com. Hath he not passed the noble and the

common? Bru. Cominius, no. Cor. Have I had children's voices? 1st Sen. Tribunes, give way: he shall to the

market-place. Bru. The people are incensed against him. Sic. Stop, or all will fall in broil.

Cor. Are these your herd ?— Must these have voices, that can yield them now, And straight disclaim their tongues ?—What are

your offices ?

Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENenius, Co

MINIUS, Titus Lartius, Senators, and Patri-
Cor. Tullus Aufidius, then, had made new head?
Lurt. He had, my lord : and that it was which

Our swifter composition.

Cor. So, then, the Volces stand but as at first; Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road Upon us again.

Com. They are worn, lord consul, so
That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again.

Cor. Saw you Aufidus ?

Lart. On safeguard he came to me; and did curse Against the Volces for they had so vilely Yielded the town. He is retired to Antium.

Cor. Spoke he of me?
Lart. He did, my lord.
Cor. How? what?

Lart. How often he had met you, sword to sword:
That, of all things upon the earth, he hated
Your person most: that he would pawn his fortunes
To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be called your vanquisher.

Cor. At Antium lives he?
Lart. At Antium.

Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred full.—Welcome home.

[To Lartius.

You being their mouths, why rule you not their

teeth? Have you not set them on?

Men. Be calm, be calm.

Cor. It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility. Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule, Nor ever will be ruled.

Bru. Call’t not a plot. The people cry, you mocked them; and of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repined: Scandalled the suppliants for the people: called

Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.

Cor. Why, this was known before.
Bru. Not to them all.
Cor. Have you informed them since ?
Bru. How! I inform them?
Cor. You are like to do such business.
Bru. Not unlike, each way, to better yours.
Cor. Why, then, should I be consul ?—By yon

Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow-tribune.

Sic. You shew too much of that For which the people stir. If you will pass To where you are bound, you must inquire your way (Which you are out of) with a gentler spirit;

Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Behold: these are the tribunes of the people; The tongues o'the common mouth! I do des

pise them,
For they do prank them in authority
Against all noble sufferance.

Sic. Pass no further.
Cor. Ha! what is that?
Bru. It will be dangerous to go on : no further.

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Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.

Men. Let's be calm.
Com. The people are abused; set on.--This

Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus
Deserved this so dishonoured rub, laid falsely
I'the plain way of his merit.

Cor. Tell me of corn!
This was my speech, and I will speak 't again :-

Men. Not now, not now.
1st Sen. Not in this heat, sir, now.

Cor. Now, as I live, I will. --My nobler friends,
I crave their pardons :
For the mutable, rank-scented many,
Let them regard me as I do not flatter,
And therein behold themselves :- 1 say again,
In soothing them we nourish 'gainst our senate
The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
Which we ourselves have ploughed for, sowed and

By mingling them with us, the honoured number,
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.

Men. Well, no more.
1st Sent. No more words, we beseech you.

Cor. How! no more?
As for my country I have shed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
Coin words till their decay against those meazels,
Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought
The very way to catch them.

Bru. You speak o' the people
As if you were a god to punish; not
A man of their infirmity.

Sic. 'T were well we let the people know't.
Men. What, what? his choler?

Cor. Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove 't would be my mind.

Sic. It is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.

Cor. Shall remain !-
Hear you

this Triton of the minnows? mark you His absolute " shall ?"

Com. "T was from the canon.


Shall !". O good, but most unwise patricians, why, You grave but reckless senators, have you thus Given Hydra here to choose an officer, That with his peremptory “shall,” being but The horn and noise o'the monsters, wants not spirit Το

say he'll turn your current in a ditch, And make your channel his? If he have power, Then vail your ignorance : if none, awake Your dangerous lenity. If you are learnéd,

Be not as common fools: if you are not,
Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
If they be senators : and they are no less,
When, both your voices blended, the greatest taste
Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate!
And such a one as he who puts his " shall,"
His popular “shall,” against a graver bench
Than ever frowned in Greece !-By Jove himself,
It makes the consuls base! and my soul aches
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter 't wixt the gap of both, and take
The one by the other.

ell: on to the market-place. Cor. Whoever gave that counsel to give forth The corn o'the storehouse gratis, as 't was used Sometime in Greece,

Men. Well, well, no more of that.
Cor. (Though there the people had more

absolute power),
I say they nourished disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.

Bru. Why shall the people give One that speaks thus, their voice?

Cor. I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. They know

the corn Was not our recompense; resting well assured They ne'er did service for 't. Being pressed to

the war,

Even when the navel of the state was touched, They would not thread the gates. This kind of

Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i’ the war,
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they shewed
Most valour, spoke not for them. The accusation
Which they have often made against the senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the native
Of our so frank donation.- Well, what then?
How shall this bosom multiplied digest
The senate's courtesy ? Let deeds express
What's like to be their words: “We did request it:
We are the greater poll; and in true fear
They gave us our demands.”—Thus we debase
The nature of our seats, and make the rabble
Call our cares, fears : which will in time break ope
The locks o'the senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.

Men. Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-measure.

No; take more:
What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
Seal what I end withal !—This double worship,-
Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
Insult without all reason; where gentry, title,

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Of general ignorance,-it must omit

2nd Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons ! Real necessities, and give way the while

[They all bustle about CORIOLANUS. To unstable slightness. Purpose so barred, it Tribunes,-patricians,-citizens !-what, ho! follows

Sicinius,-Brutus,Coriolanus,-citizens ! Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech Cit. Peace, peace, peace! stay, hold, peace! you,

Men. What is about to be?-I am out of breath: You that will be less fearful than discreet; Confusion 's near: I cannot speak.—You, tribunes That love the fundamental part of state

To the people,—Coriolanus, patience :-
More than you doubt the change of t; that prefer Speak, good Sicinius.
A noble life before a long; and wish

Sic. Hear me, people :—Peace!
To jump a body with a dangerous physic,

Cit. Let's hear our tribune.—Peace! Speak, That's sure of death without it,—at once pluck out

speak, speak! The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick Sic. You are at point to lose your

The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour Marcius would have all from you: Marcius,
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state Whom late you have named for consul.
Of that integrity which should become it:

Men. Fie, fie, fie!
Not having the power to do the good it would, This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
For the ill which doth control it.

1st Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all fiat. Bru. He has said enough.

Sic. What is the city but the people ? Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall Cit. True; the people are the city.

Bru. By the consent of all, we were established As traitors do.

The people's magistrates.
Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!- Cit. You so remain.
What should the people do with these bald tri- Men. And so are like to do.
bunes ?

Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat ;
On whom depending, their obedience fails To bring the roof to the foundation ;
To the greater bench. In a rebellion,

And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
When what is not meet, but what must be, was law, In heaps and piles of ruin.
Then were they chosen : in a better hour,

Sic. This deserves death.
Let what is meet be said " it must be meet," Bru. Or let us stand to our authority,
And throw their power i' the dust.

Or let us lose it.-We do here pronounce,
Bru. Manifest treason!

Upon the part o' the people, in whose power Sic. This a consul? no.

We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Bru. The ædiles, ho!--Let him be appre- Of present death. hended.

Sic. Therefore lay hold of him : Sic. Go, call the people : [Exit Brutus]-in Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence whose name, myself

Into destruction cast him. Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator;

Bru. Ædiles, seize him. A foe to the public weal. Obey, I charge thee, Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield. And follow to thine answer.

Men. Hear me one word: Cor. Hence, old goat!

Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.

Æd. Peace, peace !
We'll surety him.

Men. Be that you seemn, truly your country's
Agéd sir, hands off.

friend, Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy And temperately proceed to what you would bones

Thus violently redress. Out of thy garments !


Sir, those cold ways,
Help, ye citizens !

That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous

Where the disease is violent.-Lay hands upon Re-enter Brutus, with the Ædiles, and a rabble

him, of Citizens.

And bear him to the rock. Men. On both sides more respect.

Cor. No: I 'll die here. [Drawing his sword. Sic. Here's he that would take from you all There's some among you have beheld me fighting: your power.

Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. Bru. Seize him, ædiles.

Men. Down with that sword!--Tribunes, withCit. Down with him! down with him!

draw awhile. Several speak. Bru. Lay hands upon him.


Men. Help Marcius : help,

That would depopulate the city, and You that be noble: help him, young, and old ! Be

every man himself? Cit. Down with him, down with him!

Men. You worthy tribunes,[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock

and the people, are all beat in. With rigorous hands. He hath resisted law; Men. Go, get you to your house: be gone, away! And therefore law shall scorn him further trial All will be naught else.

Than the severity of the public power,
2nd Sen.
Get you gone.

Which he so sets at nought.
Stand fast:

1st Cit. He shall well know We have as many friends as enemies.

The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, Men. Shall it be put to that?

- And we their hands. 1st Sen. The gods forbid !

Cit. He shall, sure on't. [Several speak together.
I pr’y thee, noble friend, home to thy house : Men. Sir, sir,
Leave us to cure this cause.

Sic. Peace!
For 't is a sore upon us

Men. Do not cry “havock,” where you should You cannot tent yourself. Begone, 'beseech you.

but hunt Com. Come, sir, along with us.

With modest warrant.
Cor. I would they were barbarians (as they are, Sic. Sir, how comes it that you
Though in Rome littered), not Romans (as they Have holp to make this rescue?
are not,

Men. Hear me speak :-
Though calved i' the porch of the Capitol),- As I do know the consul's worthiness,
Be gone:

So can I name his faults :-
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue :

Sic. Consul! what consul ? One time will owe another.

Men. The consul Coriolanus. Cor. On fair ground,

Bru. He a consul! I could beat forty of them.

Cit. No, no, no, no, no! Men. I could myself

Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good Take up a brace of the best of them: yea, the

people, two tribunes.

I may be heard, I 'd crave a word or two; Com. But now 't is odds beyond arithmetic: The which shall turn you to no further harm And manhood is called foolery when it stands Than so much loss of time. Against a falling fabric.—Will you hence

Sic. Speak briefly, then; Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend For we are peremptory to despatch Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear

This viperous traitor. To eject him hence What they are used to bear.

Were but one danger; and to keep him here
Pray you, be gone:

Our certain death : therefore it is decreed
I'll try whether my old wit be in request He dies to-night.
With those that have but little. This must be patched Men. Now the good gods forbid
With cloth of any colour.

That our renownéd Rome, whose gratitude Com. Nay, come away.

Towards her deservéd children is enrolled [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, Cominius, and others. In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam, 1st Pat. This man has marred his fortune. Should now eat up her own!

Men. His nature is too noble for the world : Sic. He's a disease that must be cut away.
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Men. O, he's a limb that has but a disease :
Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart is Mortal to cut it off; to cure it easy.
his mouth:

What has he done to Rome that's worthy death? What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent: Killing our enemies? The blood he hath lost And being angry, does forget that ever

(Which I dare vouch is more than that he hath, He heard the name of death. [A noise within. By many an ounce) he dropped it for his country: Here 's goodly work!

And what is left, to lose it by his country, 2nd Pat. I would they were abed! Were to us all that do 't and suffer it Men. I would they were in Tyber!— What, A brand to the end o’the world. the vengeance,

Sic. This is clean kam. Could he not speak them fair ?

Bru. Merely awry.—When he did love his

country, Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble.

It honoured him. Sic. Where is this viper,

Men. The service of the foot,

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