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The people are the city.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd
All. You so remain.
Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat;
259 Sic. This deserves death.
Bru. Or let us stand to our authority,
Sic. Therefore, lay hold of him ;
260 All. Yield, Marcius, yield.
Men. Hear me one word.
Ædiles. Peace, peace !
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. 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 I All. Down with him, down with him! [Exeunt, [In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the
People are beat in. Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, All will be naught else.
281 2 Sen. Get you gone.
Cor. Stand fast;
Men. Shall it be put to that?
i Sen. The gods forbid !
Men. For 'tis a sore upon us,
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 tongué ; One time will owe another.
Cor. On fair ground,
Men. I could myself Take up a brace of the best of them ; yea, the two tribunes.
300 Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; And manhood is callid foolery, when it stands Against a falling fabrick. --Will you hence, Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us'd to bear.
Men. Pray you, be gone : I'll try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little; this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour,
310 Com. Nay, come away,
[Exeunt CORIOL A NUS, and COMINIUS. i 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, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his
mouth : What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, doth forget that ever He heard the name of death. [ A Noise within. Here's goodly work ! 2 Sen. I would they were a-bed.
320 Men. I would they were in Tiber! What, the
vengeance, Could he not speak 'em fair?
Enter BRUTUS, and SICINIUS, with the Rabble
Men. You worthy tribunes
Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
330 Which he so sets at nought.
i Cit. He shall well know,
All. He shall sure out.
340 Have holp to make this rescue?
Men. Hear me speak :-
Sic. Consul!_what consul?
Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and your's, good
Sic. Speak briefly then ;
Men. Now the good gods forbid,
Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away.
Men. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease ; Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy. What has hę done to Rome, that's worthy death? Killing our enemies ? The blood he hath lost (Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath, By many an ounce), he dropp'd it for his country : And, what is left, to lose it by his country, Were to us all, that do't, and suffer it, A brand to the end o' the world.
Sic. This is clean kam.
Bru. Merely awry: When he did love his country, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot