Deserv'd this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely' I' th' plain way of his merit. Cor. Tell me of corn! This was my speech, and I will speak't again;— 1 Sen. Not in this heat, sir, now. For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them Therein behold themselves: I say again, In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd and scatter'd, By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; Men. Well, no more. 1 Sen. No more words, we beseech you. How! no more? Cor. Bru. You speak o' th' people, Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, By Jove, 'twould be my mind. 1 Treacherously, the metaphor is from the bowling-green. • Look in the mirror which I hold up to them, a mirror which does not flatter, and see themselves. A weed which grows up with the corn. [COR. 54] Sic. It is a mind, Shall remain !— That shall remain a poison where it is, Not poison any further. Cor. O good, but most unwise patricians, why, That with his peremptory shall, being but Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians, When both your voices blended, the greatest tastes May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take Com. Well-on to the market-place. Was contrary to the established rule: it was a form of speech which he had no right to use. 2 Alluding to his having called him Triton before. 3 If this man have power, let the ignorance that gave it him vail or bow down before him. 4 by, for beside. 5 Meaning, that senators and plebeians are equal when the highest taste is best pleased with that which pleases the lowest. [COR. 55] Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o' th' storehouse gratis, as 'twas us'd Sometime in Greece, Men. Well, well, no more of that. Cor. (Though there the people had more absolute I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed The ruin of the state. Bru. [power,) Why, shall the people give One, that speaks thus, their voice? 1 " Cor. I'll give my reasons More worthier than their voices. They know, the corn Was not our recompense; resting well assur'd They ne'er did service for't: Being press'd to th❜ Even when the navel of the state was touch'd, They would not thread the gates: this kind of service Did not deserve corn gratis: being i' th' war, Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd Most valour, spoke not for them: Th' 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 multiplied3 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 The locks o' th' senate, and bring in the crows To peck the eagles. Men. ope Come, enough. No, take more: Bru. Enough, with over-measure. What may be sworn by, both divine and human, Pass the gates. • The natural parent. 3 This multitudinous bosom; the bosom of that great monster the people. [COR. 56] Where one part does disdain with cause, the other. yea Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd, it follows, More than you doubt' the change of't; that prefer To jump a body with a dangerous physick, Bru. He has said enough. Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do. Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!- What should the people do with these bald tribunes? On whom depending, their obedience fails To th' greater bench: In a rebellion, When what's not meet, but what must be, was law, Then were they chosen; in a better hour, Let what is meet, be said it must be meet, And throw their power i' th' dust. Bru. Manifest treason. Sic. This a consul? no. Bru. The Ediles, ho!--Let him be apprehended. Sic. Go, call the people; [Exit BRUTUS.] in whose name, myself Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator, A foe to th' poblick weal: Obey, I charge thee, And follow to thine answer. Cor. Sen. & Pat. Com. Hence, old goat! We'll surety him. Aged sir, hands off. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy garments. Sic. Help, ye citizens. Re-enter BRUTUS, with the Ediles, and a rabble of Citizens. [Several speak. Cit. Down with him, down with him! 2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons! [They all bustle about CORIOLANUS. Tribunes, patricians, citizens !--what ho!- Cit. Peace, peace, peace; stay, hold, peace! Men. What is about to be?-I am out of breath; Confusion's near: I cannot speak :-You, tribunes To the people, Coriolanus, patience : Speak, good Sicinius. Sic. Hear me, people;-Peace. speak. Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties: Marcius would have all from you; Marcius, Whom late you have nam'd for consul. Fye, fye, fye! Men. Cit. True, |