Could he not speak them fair? Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the Rabble. Where is this viper, Men. You worthy tribunes, Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock For we are peremptory to despatch Men. Now the good gods forbid, That our renown'd Rome, whose gratitude Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away. What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? The service of the foot Men. One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find Sic. What do ye talk? If it were so, Have we not had a taste of his obedience? 1 Cit. Cil. Men. Sic. He shall sure on't.? Men. Do not cry, havoc,' where you should but hunt With modest warrant. Sic. Sir, how comes it, that you Hear me speak: As I do know the consul's worthiness, : (1) The lowest of the populace; tag, rag, and bobtail. (2) Be sure on't. (3) The signal for slaughter. Let me desire your company. [To the Senators.]| That they combine not there. He must come, Or what is worst will follow. 1 Sen. Pray you, let's to him. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A room in Coriolanus's house. Enter Coriolanus, and Patricians. Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present Cor. I muse,' my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont [To Volumnia. Vol. O, sir, sir, sir, I would have had you put your power well on, Cor. Let go. are, With striving less to be so: Lesser had been Vol. Ay, and burn too. Let them hang. Enter Menenius, and Senators. Cor. Men. Tush, tush! Cor. I would dissemble with my nature, where Men. Vol. I pr'ythee now, my son, Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame You must return and mend it. Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far 1 Sen. There's no remedy; As thou hast power, and person. Unless, by not so doing, our good city Men. This but done, Cleave in the midst, and perish. Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours: Vol. For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose. Pr'ythee now, Pray be counsell'd: Men. Well said, noble woman: Before he should thus stoop to the heard, but that Cor. What must I do ? Cor. What then? what then? Return to the tribunes. Well, Men. Vol. (1) Wonder. (4) Subdue. Com. I have been i'the market-place: and, sir, You make strong party, or defend yourself I think, 'twill serve, if he He must and will:- With my base tongue, give to my noble heart (6) Unshaven head. This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, And throw it against the wind.-To the marketplace: You have put me now to such a part, which never Come, come, we'll prompt you. Cor. Well, I must do't: Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, Which quired with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Tent' in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees, Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his That hath receiv'd an alms!-I will not do't: Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, And, by my body's action, teach my mind A most inherent baseness. Vol. At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour, Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list. Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me; But owe thy pride thyself. Cor. Pray, be content; Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going: Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; Or never trust to what my tongue can do I'the way of flattery, further. Vol. Do your will. [Exit. Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd Cor. The word is, mildly :-Pray you, let us go; Men. Ay, but mildly. Cor. Well, mildly be it then; mildly. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. The Forum. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannical power: If he evade us there, For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, Of what we chance to sentence. Go about it. Of contradiction: Being once chaf'd, he cannot Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators, and Patricians. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave1 by the volume. The honour'd gods Scars to move laughter only. Men. Scratches with briars. Consider further, Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, You take it off again? (4) Will bear being called a knave. (5) Injure. Sic. Answer to us. Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so. Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to As enemy to the people, and his country: take From Rome all season'd' office, and to wind For which, you are a traitor to the people. Men. Nay; temperately: Your promise. Sic. We need not put new matter to his charge: Bru. Serv'd well for Rome,- But since he hath What do you prate of service? Bru. I talk of that, that know it. It shall be so. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry" of curs! whose breath As reek o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius, [The People shout, and throw up their caps. Know Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, For that he has From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome gates: I'the people's name, Cit. It shall be so. It shall be so; let him away: he's banish'd, Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? SCENE I.-The same. Before a gate of the city. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell:- With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, (7) Pack. (8) Vapour. (9) Subdued. Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well, Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Cor. O the gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; And lose advantage, which doth ever cool' I'the absence of the needer. Cor. Fare ye well :Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one That's yet unbruis'd bring me but out at gate.Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and My friends of noble touch, when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. While I remain above the ground, you shall Hear from me still; and never of me aught But what is like me formerly. Men. That's worthily As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.If I could shake off but one seven years From these old arms and legs, by the good gods, I'd with thee every foot. Cor. Come. Give me thy hand: [Exeunt. A street near the gate. SCENE II.-The same. Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Edile. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further. The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided Bru. Now we have shown our power, Let us seem humbler after it is done, Than when it was a doing. Bid them home: Sic. Dismiss them home. [Exit Edile. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Here comes his mother. Sic. Bru. Let's not meet her. Why? They have ta'en note of us: Sic. They say, she's mad. Keep on your way. Than thou hast spoken words? And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what;-Yet go: Nay, but thou shalt stay too:-I would my son His good sword in his hand. Sic. Vir. What then? He'd make an end of thy posterity. Vol. Bastards, and all. What then? Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome! Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country, As he began; and not unknit himself Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.-Come, let's go: Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Men. Fie, fie, fie! [Exeunt. SCENE III-A highway between Rome and Antium. Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Rom. I know you well, and you know me; your name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. It is so, sir; truly, I have forgot you. Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against them: Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? No. Rom. The same, sir. Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour" is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the |