The people are the city. Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates. All. You so remain. Men. And so are like to do. Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat; Sic. This deserves death. Bru. Or let us stand to our authority, Sic. Therefore, lay hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Bru. Ediles, seize him. All. Yield, Marcius, yield. Men. Hear me one word. Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. Ediles. Peace, peace! 250 260 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. 271 [CORIOLANUS draws his Sword. Cor. 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! [Exeunt. [In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ediles, and the People are beat in. Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, All will be naught else. 2 Sen. Get you gone. Cor. Stand fast; We have as many friends as enemies. Men. Shall it be put to that? 1 Sen. The gods forbid ! I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house; Men. For 'tis a sore upon us, You cannot tent yourself: Be gone, 'beseech you. 281 291 Cor. I would they were barbarians (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd); not Romans (as they are not, Though calv'd i' the porch o' the Capitol).-Be gone. Men. Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; One time will owe another. Cor Cor. On fair ground, I could beat forty of them. Men. I could myself Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; Men. Pray you, be gone : I'll try whether my old wit be in request 300 With those that have but little; this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour. Com. Nay, come away. 310 [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, and COMINIUS. 1 Sen. This man has marr'd his fortune. Men. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, mouth : What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, doth forget that ever He heard the name of death. Here's goodly work! 2 Sen. I would they were a-bed. [A Noise within. 320 Men. I would they were in Tiber!—What, the vengeance, Could he not speak 'em fair? 2 Enter Enter BRUTUS, and SICINIUS, with the Rabble again. Sic. Where is this viper, That will depopulate the city, and Be every man himself? Men. 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 publick power, Which he so sets at nought. 1 Cit. He shall well know, The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, And we their hands. All. He shall sure out. Men. Sir, sir Sic. Peace. 330 Men. Do not cry, havock, where you should but hunt With modest warrant. Sic. Sir, how comes it, that you Have holp to make this rescue ? As I do know the consul's worthiness, Sic. Consul!-what consul? All. No, no, no, no, no, 340 Men. Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and your's, 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 dispatch This viperous traitor: to eject him hence, Men. Now the good gods forbid, Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away. Were to us all, that do't, and suffer it, A brand to the end o' the world. Sic. This is clean kam. 250 360 371 Bru. Merely awry: When he did love his country, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot |