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, 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, Men. For 'tis a fore, do You cannot tent yourself; be gone, 'befeech 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, Sic. Speak briefly then, For we are peremptory to difpatch This viperous traitor; to eject him hence, Men. Now the good Gods forbid, That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude Sic. He's a difeafe that must be cut away. What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? 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 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 fhall find And fack great Rome with Romans. Bru. If 'twere fo Sic. What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience, Men. Confider this; he hath been bred i'th' wars i Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the humane way: the other courfe Sic. Noble Menenius, Be you then as the people's officer. 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, 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. Does not approve me further, who was wont The man I am. Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir, I would have had you put your Power well on, Cor. Let it go.. Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With ftriving lefs to be fo. Leffer had been The |