Com. I have been i' th' market-place, and, Sir, 'tis fit Com. I think 'twill ferve, if he Vol. He muft and will: Pr'ythee now, fay you will, and go about it. Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed sconce? This mould of Martius; they to duft fhould grind it, Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. Ay, pr'ythee now, fweet fon; as thou haft faid To have my praife for this, perform a part Cor. Well, I must do't: Away, my difpofition, and poffefs me Some harlot's fpirit! my throat of war be turn'd, Vol. At thy choice then: To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour, Come all to ruin, let Thy Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me : Cor. Pray be content : Mother, I'm going to the market-place : Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Commend me to my wife. I'll return Conful, Or never trust to what my tongue can do Vol. Do your will. [Exit Volumnia. Com. Away, the Tribunes do attend you: arm Your felf to answer mildly: for they're prepar'd With accufations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet, Let them accuse me by invention: I Cor. The word is, mildly. Pray you, let us go. [Exeunt. Will answer in mine honour. Men. Ay, but mildly. Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. SCENE VI. The Forum. Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannic power: if he evade us there, Inforce him with his envy to the people, And that the spoil got on the Antiates Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come? Ad. He's coming. Enter an Edile. Bru. How accompanied ? Ed. With old Menenius, and those fenators That always favour'd him. Sic. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Set down by th' poll? d. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? Bd. Ed. I have. Sic. Affemble prefently the people hither, Ith right and firength o'th' Commons; be it either And power i'th' truth o'th' cause. Ed. I will inform them. Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Of what we chance to fentence, Ed. Very well. Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give`t them. Bru. Go about it. Put him to choler ftraight; he hath been us'd Ever to conquer, and to have no word [Exit Edile: Of contradiction. Being once chaf'd, he cannot What's in his heart; and that is there, which works With us to break his neck, Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with Senators: Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an oftler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by th' volume: the honour'd Gods I Sen. Amen, amen. Men. A noble with. Enter the Edile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye people. Ed. Lift to your Tribunes: audience; Peace, I fay. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho. Cor Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this prefent? Muft all determine here? Sic. I do demand, If fubmit you to the people's voices, you Allow their officers, and are content To fuffer lawful cenfure for fuch faults Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, citizens, he fays he is content : The warlike fervice he has done, confider; Think on the wounds his body bears, which fhew Like graves i'th' holy church-yard. Cor. Scratches with briars, fcars to move laughter only. Men. Confider further: That when he speaks not like a citizen, Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being paft for Conful with full voice, Sic. Answer to us. Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought fo. Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all feafon'd office, and to wind Your felf unto a power tyrannical, For which you are a traitor to the people. Cor. How? traitor? Men. Nay, temperately: your promise. Cor. The fires i'th' lowest hell fold in the people! Sic. Mark you this, people? All. To th' rock with him. Sic. Peace: We need not put new matter to his charge: What you have seen him do, and heard him fpeak, Bru. But fince he hath Serv'd well for Rome. Cor. What do you prate of fervice? Cor. You? Men. Is this the promise that you made your mother? Com. Know, I pray you Cor. I'll know no further: Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Sic. For that he has (As much as in him lyes) from time to time From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's gates. I'th' people's name, All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him away : Com. Hear me, my mafters, and my common friends M Com |