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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' th' way of flattery, further.

Do your will.


Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you; arm your-

To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd
With accusations, as I hear, more strong

Than are upon you yet.


Cor. The word is, mildly :-Pray you, let us go: Let them accuse me by invention, I

Will answer in mine honour.


Ay, but mildly.


Cor. Well, mildly be it then; mildly.

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, Enforce him with his envy to the people; And that the spoil, got on the Antiates, Was ne'er distributed.

Enter an Edile.

What, will he come?


He's coming.


How accompanied?

Ed. With old Menenius, and those senators That always favour'd him.

Have you a catalogue

Of all the voices that we have procur'd,

Set down by th' poll?


I have; 'tis ready, here.

Sic. Have you collected them by tribes?

I have.

Sic. Assemble presently the people hither: And when they hear me say, It shall be so [COR. 69]

I' th' right and strength o' th' commons, be it either For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death;

Insisting on the old prerogative

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i' th' truth o' th' cause.

I shall inform them.

Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd

Enforce the present execution,

Of what we chance to sentence.


Very well.

Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give❜t them.


Go about it.

[Exit Edile. Put him to choler straight: He hath been us'd Ever to conquer, and to have his worth1

Of contradiction: Being once chaf'd, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Senators, and Patricians.

Sic. Well, here he comes.


Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by th' volume.-Th' honour'd


Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men! plant love among us!
Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
And not our streets with war!

1 Sen.

Men. A noble wish.

Amen, amen!

His full quota or proportion.

Would bear being called a knave as often as would fill out a volume.

[COR. 70]

Re-enter Edile, with Citizens.

Sic. Draw near, ye people.

Ed. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, I say. Cor. First, hear me speak.

Both Tri.

Well, say.-Peace, ho.

Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present? Must all determine here?


I do demand,

If you submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you?


I am content.
Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content :

The warlike service he has done, consider;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i' th' holy churchyard.


Scars to move laughter only.

Scratches with briars,

Consider further,
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier: Do not take
His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather than envy you.'


Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,

That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour

You take it off again?


Answer to us.

Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so.

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take

From Rome all season'd' office, and to wind

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Yourself into a power tyrannical;

For which, you are a traitor to the people.
Cor. How! Traitor?


Nay; temperately: Your promise. Cor. The fires i' th' lowest hell fold in the people! Call me their traitor!—Thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free As I do pray the gods.


Mark you this, people?


Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him!
We need not put new matter to his charge:

What you have seen him do, and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great power must try him; even this,
So criminal, and in such capital kind,

Deserves th' extremest death.

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Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying; Pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have't with saying, Good morrow.

For that he has

Sic. (As much as in him lies) from time to time [COR. 72]

Envied against the people, seeking means

To pluck away their power; as' now at last
Given hostile strokes, and that not' in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers

That do distribute it; In the name o' th' pcople,
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
Even from this instant, banish him our city;
In peril of precipitation

From off the rock Tarpeian, never more

To enter our Rome gates: I' th' people's name, say, it shall be so.



It shall be so,

It shall be so; let him away: he's banish'd,

And so it shall be.

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends;

Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing.

Com. Let me speak, I have been consul, and can show from Rome, Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, Then if I would speak that


We know your drift: Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people, and his country:

It shall be so.


It shall be so, it shall be so.


Cor. You common cry3 of curs! whose breath I As reek o' th' rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still

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