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Be gone ;

Men. Shall it be put to that?


Consul ?-what consul? 1 Sen.

The gods forbid Men. The consul Coriolanus. 1 prythee, noble friend, home to thy house ;


He a consul? Leave us to cure this cause.

Cit. No, no, no, no, no.
For 'tis a sore upon us,

Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good You cannot tent yourself: Begone, 'beseech you.

people, Com. Come, sir, along with us.


be heard, I'd crave a word or two; Cor. I would they were barbarians (as they are, The which shall turn to you no further harm, Though in Rome litter'd,) not Romans (as they are Than so much loss of time. not,


Speak briefly then ; Though.calv'd i'the porch o'the Capitol, For we are peremptory, to despatch Men.

This viperous traitor: to eject him hence, Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; Were but one danger; and, to keep him here, One time will owe another.

Our certain death; therefore it is decreed, Cor.

On fair ground,

He dies to-night. I could beat forty of them.

Men. Now the good gods forbid, Men.

I could myself That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two Towards her deserved4 children is enroll'd tribunes.

In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; Should now eat up her own! And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away. Against a falling fabric.-Will you hence, Men. O, he's a limb, that has but a disease ; Before the tagl return? whose rage doth rend Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy. Like interrupted waters, and c'erbear

What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? What they are us'd to bear.

Killing our enemies? The blood he hath lost, Men.

Pray you,


gone : (Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
I'll try whether my old wit be in request By many an ounce,) he dropp'd it for his country;
With those that have but little; this must be patch'd And, what is left, to lose it by his country,
With cloth of any colour.

Were to us all, that do't, and suffer it,
Nay, come away.

A brand to the end o'the world.
[Exeunt Cor. Com. and others. Sic.

This is clean kam 5 1 Pat. This man has marr'd his fortune.

Bru. Merely6 awry: when he did love his Men. His nature is too noble for the world :

country, He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, It honour'd him. Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's bis Men.

The service of the foot mouth :

Being once gangren'd, is it not then respected What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent ;|| For what before it was? And, being angry, does forget that ever


We'll hear no more : He heard the name of death. (.A noise within. Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Here's goodly work!

Lest his infection, being of catching nature, 2 Pat.

I would

they were a-bed ! | Spread further. Men. I would they were in Tyber!-What, the Men. One word more, one word. vengeance,

This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
Could he not speak them fair?

The harm of unscann'd swiftness,? will, too late,
Tie leaden pounds to his heels. Proceed

processi Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the Rabble.

Lest parties (as he is belov'd) break out, Sic.

Where is this viper, And sack great Rome with Romans. That would depopulate the city, and


If it were so, Be every man himself?

Sic. What do ye talk? Men.

You worthy tribunes, Have we not had a taste of his obedience ? Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock|| Our ædiles smote? ourselves resisted ?--Come :With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law,

Men. Consider this ;--He has been bred i'the wars And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd Than the severity of the public power,

In boulted language; meal and bran together Which he so sets at nought.

He throws without distinction. Give me leave, 1 Cit.

He shall well know, I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, Where he shall answer, by a lawful form, And we their hands.

(In peace) to his utmost peril

. He shall, sure on't.2

1 Sen.

Noble tribunes, (Several speak together. It is the humane way: the other course Men.

Sir,- Will prove too bloody; and the end of it Sic.

Peace. Unknown to the beginning. Men. Do not cry, havoc,3 where you should but Sic.

Noble Menenius, hunt

Be you then as the people's officer:
With modest warrant.

Masters, lay down your weapons.
Sir, how comes it, that you Bru.

Go not home. Have holp to make this rescue?

Sic. Meet on the market-place :-We'll attend Men.

Hear me speak :As I do know the consul's worthiness,

Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed So can I name his faults :

In our first way.

Men. I'll bring him to you :(1) The lowest of the populace; tag, rag, and oobtail.

(4) Deserving. (5) Quite awry. (6) Absolutely. (2) Be sure on't. (3) The signal for slaughter.!! (7) Inconsiderate baste. (8) Finely sifted.


you there :


Let go:

Let me desire your company. [To the Senators.] // That they combine not there.
He must come,


Tush, tush! Or what is worst will follow.


A good demand. 1 Sen.

Pray you, let's to him. Vol. If it be honour, in your wars, to seem

(Exeunt. The same you are not, (which, for your best ends,

You adopt your policy,) how is it less, or worse, SCENE II.-A room in Coriolanus's house. That it shall hold companionship

in peace Enter Coriolanus, and I atricians.

With honour, as in war; since that to both Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present It stands in like request?


Why force3 you this? Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels; Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,

To the people; not by your own instruction, That the precipitation might down stretch Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you ta, Below the beam of sight, yet will I stil!

But with such words that are but roted in Be thus to them.

Your tongue, though but bastards, and syllables

Of no allowance, to your bosom's truth.
Enter Volumnia,

Now, this no more dishonours you at all, 1 Pat.

You do the nobler. Than to take in4 a town with gentle words, Cor. I muse,' my mother

Which else would put you to your fortune, and Does not approve me further, who was wont The hazard of much blood. To call them woollen vassals, things created I would dissemble with my nature, where To buy and sell with groats; to show bare heads | My fortunes, and my friends, at stake, requir’d, In congregations, to yawn, be still, and wonder, I should do so in honour: I am in this, When one but of my ordinance2 stood up Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles ; To speak of peace, or war.

I talk of you; And you will rather show our general lowts5

[TŐ Volumnia. How you can frown, than spend a fawn upon them, Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me For the inheritance of their loves, and safeguard False to my nature? Rather say, I play

Of what that want might ruin. The man I am.


Noble lady? Vol. 0, sir, sir, sir,

Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so, I would have had you put your power well on, Not what is dangerous present, but the loss Before you had worn it out.

Of what is past. Cor.


I prythee now, my son, Vol. You might have been enough the man you ||Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; are,

And thus far having stretch'd it (here be with them,) With striving less to be so : Lesser had been Thy knee bussing the stones (for in such business The thwartings of your dispositions, if

Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant You had not show'd them how you were dispos'd |More learned than the ears,) waving thy head, Ere they lack'd power to cross you.

Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, Cor.

Let them hang. That humble, as the ripest mulberry, Vol. Ay, and burn too.

Now will not hold the handling : Or, say to them,

Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils, Enter Menenius, and Senators.

Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost confess, Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, something too rough;

In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame You must return, and mend it.

Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far 1 Sen. There's no remedy; || As thou hast power,


person. Unless, by not so doing, our good city


This but done, Cleave in the midst, and perish.

Even as she speaks, why, all their hearts were yours: Vol.

Pray be counsell’d: ||For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free I have a heart as little apt as yours,

As words to little purpose. But yet a brain, that leads my use of anger,


Prythee now, To better vantage.

Go, and be rul'd: although, I know, thou hadst Men. Well said, noble woman :

rather Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf, The violent fit o’the time craves it as physic Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius For the whole state, I would put mine armour on, Which I can scarcely bear,

Enter Cominius. Cor. What must I do?

Com. I have been i'the market-place : and, sir, Men. Return to the tribunes.

'tis fit Cor.

Well, You make strong party, or defend yourself What then? what then ?

By calmness, or by absence; all's in anger. Men.

Repent what you have spoke. Men. Only fair speech. Cor. For them?-I cannot do it to the gods ; Com.

think, 'twill serve, if he Must I then do't to them?

Can thereto frame his spirit.
You are too absolute; Vol.

He must, and will :-
Though therein you can never be too noble, Pr'ythee now, say, you will, and go about it.
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Cor. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce ?
Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,

Must I, l'the war do grow together: Grant that, and tell me, with my base tongue, give to my noble heart peace, what each of them by th' other lose, A lie, that it must bear? Well, I will do't:

Yet were there but this single plot to lose, (1) Wonder. (2) Rank.

(3) Urge. (4) Subdue. (5) Common clowns.

(6) Unshaven head, Q

This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it, Ædi.

I have. And throw it against the wind.—To the market- Suc. Assemble presently the people hither: place :

And when they hear me say, It shall be so You have put me now to such a part, which never I'the right and strength o'the commons, be it I shall discharge to the life.

either Com.

Come, come, we'll prompt you. For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them,
Vol. I proythee now, sweet son; as thou hast said, || If I say, fine, cry fine ; if death, cry death ;
My praises made thee first a soldier, so,

Insisting on the old prerogative
To have my praise for this, perform a part, And power i'the truth o'the cause.
Thou hast not done before.


I shall inform them. Cor.

Well, I must do't: Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Away, my disposition, and possess me

Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, Enforce the present execution
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe

Of what we chance to sentence.
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice


Very well. That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this kint, Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up When we shall hap to giv't them. The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue Bru.

Go about it. Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees,

(Exit Ædile. Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his Put him to choler straight : He hath been us'd That hath receiv'd an alms - I will not do't : Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth, Of contradiction : Being once chaf'd, he cannot And, by my body's action, teach my mind Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks A most inherent baseness.

What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks Vol.

At thy choice then: With us to break his neck.
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin ; let

Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators,

and Patricians.
Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death Sic. Well, here he comes.
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list.


Calmly, I do beseech you. Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me; Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece But owe2 thy pride thyself.

Will bear the knave4 by the volume.— The honour'd Cor. Pray, be content;

gods Mother, I am going to the market-place; Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, | Supplied with worthy men ! plant love among us! Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd|Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going : And not our streets with war! Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; 1 Sen.

Amen, amen! Or never trust to what my tongue can do

Men. A noble wish. I'the way of Alattery, further.

Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens. Vol.

Do your will. (Exit. Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you : arm

Sic. Draw near, ye people. yourself

Ædi. List to your tribunes; audience : Peace, To answer mildly; for they are prepard With accusations, as I hear, more strong

Cor. First, hear me speak. Than are upon you yet.

Both Tri.

Well, say.—Peace, ho. Cor. The word is, mildly :-Pray you, let us go; Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this preLet them accuse me by invention, I

sent? Will answer in mine honour.

Must all determine here?
Ay, but mildly. Sic.

I do demand,
Cor. Well, mildly be it then; mildly. (Exeunt. || If you submit you to the people's voices,

Allow their officers, and are content SCENE III.-The same. The Forum. Enter || To suffer lawful censure for such faults Sicinius and Brutus.

As shall be prov'd upon you? Bru. In this point charge him home, that he af


I am content. fects

Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content: Tyrannical power: If he evade us there, The warlike service he has done, consider; Enforce him with his envy to the people; Think on the wounds his body bears, which show And that the spoil, got on the Antíates,


graves i'the holy churchyard. Was ne'er distributed.


Scratches with briars,
Enter an Ædile.

Scars to move laughter only.

Consider further, What, will he come?

That when he speaks not like a citizen,
He's coming.

You find him like a soldier: Do not take

How accompanied ? | His rougher accents for malicious sounds, #di. With old Menenius, and those senators But, as

I such as become a soldier,
That always favoured him.

Rather than envy you.
Have you a catalogue Com.

Well, well, no more.
Qf all the voices that we have procur’d,

Cor. What is the matter, Set down by the poll?

That being pass'd for consul with full voice, Ædi.

I have ; 'tis ready, here. I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? You take it off again? (1) Dwell. (2) Own. (3) Object his hatred. || (4) Will bear being called a knave. (5) Injure.

I say:



Answer to us.

Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is ban. Cor. Say tnen. 'tis true, I ought so.

ish'd, Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to As enemy to the people, and his country : take

It shall be so. From Rome all season'd' office, and to wind


It shall be so, it shall be so. Yourself into a power tyrannical ;

Cor. You common cry? of curs! whose breath For which, you are a traitor to the people.

I hate Cor. How ! Traitor?

As reeks o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize Men. Nay; temperately : Your promise. As the dead carcases of unburied men

Cor. The fires i'the lowest hell fold in the people! || That do corrupt my air, 1 banish you ; Call me their traitor ?- Thou injurious tribune! And here remain with your uncertainty ! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts ! In thy hands clutch'd? as many millions, in Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Fan you into despair ! Have the


still Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free To banish your defenders; till, at length, As I do pray the gods.

Your ignorance (which finds not, till it feels) Sic.

Mark you this, people ? Making not reservation of yourselves
Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him! || (Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most

Peace. Abated' captives, to some nation
We need not put new matter to his charge: That won you without blows ! Despising,
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak,|| For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, There is a world elsewhere.
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying

(Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius, Those whose great power must try him; even this,

Senators, and Patricians. So criminal, and in such capital kind,

Ædi. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Deserves the extremest death.

Cit. Our enemy's banish’d! he is gone! Hoo! Bru. But since he hath

hoo! Serv'd well for Rome,

[The People shout, and throw up their caps. Cor.

What do
you prate of service!

Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, Bru. I talk of that, that know it.

As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Cor.

You? Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Men.

Is this | Attend us through the city. The promise that you made your mother?

Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; Com.

Know I pray you,

The gods preserve our noble tribunes ! —Come. Cor. I'll know no further :

(E.ceunt. 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;

ACT IV. Nor check my courage for what they can give,

SCENE 1.-The same. To have't with saying, Good-morrow.

Before a gate of the Sic.

For that he has city. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, (As much as in him lies) from time to time

Menenius, Cominius, and several young Pa

tricians. Envied against the people, seeking means To pluck away their power; as now at last Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell : Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence

the beast10 Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers With many heads butts me away.—Nay, mother, That do distribute it; In the name o'the people, Where is your ancient courage you were us'd And in the power of us the tribunes, we, To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; Even from this instant, banish him our city ; That common chances common men could bear; In peril of precipitation

That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike From off the rock Tarpeian, never more

Show'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows, To enter our Rome gates : l'the people's name, When most struck home, being gentle wounded, I say,

it shall be so. Cit. It shall be so,

A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
It shall be so; let him away : he's banishid, With precepts, that would make invincible
And so it shall be.

The heart that conn'd them.
Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common Vir. O heavers! O heavens !


Nay, I pr’ythee, woman,Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing.

Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Com.

Let me speak:

I have been consul, and can show from Rome, And occupations perish!
Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love


What, what, what! My country's good, with a respect more tender, I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say, My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase, If


had been the wife of Hercules, And treasure of my loins; then if I would Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd

Your husband so much sweat.--Cominius, Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? || Droop not; adieu:-Farewell

, my wife! my mother!

I'll do well yet.—Thou old and true Menenius, (1) Of long standing. (2) Grasped. (3) Showed hatred.

(4) Not only.

(7) Pack. (8) Vapour. (9) Subdued. (59 For. (6) Value.

(10) The government of the people,



Speak that


go :

Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, Nay, and you shall bear some.-Will you be gone? Andvenomous to thine eyes. —My sometime general,

(To Brutus. I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sicin.] I would, I Heart-hard'ning spectacles; tell these sad women

had the power 'Tis fondi to wail inevitable strokes,

To say so to my husband. As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well, Sic.


you mankind ? My bazards still have been your solace : and Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame?--Note but this, Believe't not lightly (though I go


fool. Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen

Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your|| To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,

Than thou hast spoken words? Will, or exceed the common, or be caught


O blessed heavens! With cautelous2 baits and practice.

Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise Vol.

My first son,

words; Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius And for Rome's good.--I'll tell thee what;-Yet With thee a while : Determine on some course, More than a wild exposture4 to each chance Nay, but thou shalt stay too :- I would my son That starts i'the way before thee.

Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, Cor.

O the gods!

His good sword in his hand. Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Sic.

What then? Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, Vir.

What then? And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth He'd make an end of thy posterity. A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send

Vol. Bastards, and all. -O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome! And lose advantage, which doth ever cool

Men. Come, come, peace. l'the absence of the needer.

Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country, Cor.

Fare ye well :- As he began; and not unknit himself
Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full The noblest knot he made.
Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one


I would he had.
That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.- Vol. I would he had ? 'Twas you incens'd the
Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and

rabble :
My friends of noble touch,5 when I am forth, Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come. As I can of those mysteries which Heaven
While I remain above the ground, you shall Will not have earth to know.
Hear from me still; and never of me aught


Pray, let us go But what is like me formerly.

Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone: Men.

That's worthily You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hcar As any ear can hear.–Come, let's not weep.-

this: If I could shake off but one seven years

As far as doth the Capitol exceed From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,

The meanest house in Rome; so far, my son I'd with thee every foot.

(This lady's husband here, this, do you see,) Cor.

Give me thy hand:- Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. Come.

(Exeunt. Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

SCENE II.-T'he same. A street near the gate. I with one that wants her wits ?

Why stay we to be baited
Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile.


Take my prayers with you.“ Sc. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll || I would the gods had nothing else to do, no further.

(Exeunt Tribunes. The nobility are vex’d, who, we see, have sided

But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them In his behalf.

But once a day, it would unclog my heart Bru.

Now we have shown our power, Of what lies heavy to't. Let us seem humbler after it is done,


You have told them home, Than when it was a doing.

And, by my troth, you have cause.
Bid them home:

with me? Say, their great enemy is gone, and they

Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, Stand in their ancient strength.

And so shall starve with feeding: ---Come, let's go : Bru.

Dismiss them home. Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
(Exit Ædile.

Juno-like. Come, come, come.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Men. Fie, fie, fie !

(Exeunt. Here comes his mother.

SCENE III.- A highway between Rome and Sic. Let's not meet her.

Antium. Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Bru.

Why? Sic. They say, she's mad.

Rom. I know you well, and you know me; your Bru.

They have ta'en note of us : || name, I think, is Adrian. Keep on your way.

Vol. It is so, sir : truly, I have forgot you. Vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague

Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as o'the gods

you are, against them : Know you me yet? Requite your love!

Vol. Nicanor? No.
Peace, peace; be not so loud,

Rom. The same, sir.
Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should

Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; hear,

but your favour? is well appeared by your tongue.

What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the (1) Foolish. (2) Insidious. (3) Noblest. (4) Exposure. (5) True metal.

(6) Mean cunning (7) Countenance,

You'll sup

In anger,

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