Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS. Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects Enter an Edile. What, will he come? Ed. He's coming. Bru. How accompanied? Ed. With old Menenius, and those senators That always favour'd him. Sic. Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Set down by the poll? Ed. Have you a catalogue I have; 'tis ready. Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? I have. Sic. Assemble presently the people hither: I' the right and strength o' the commons, be it either And power i' the truth o' the cause. Ed. 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. 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 straight: he hath been us'd [Exit Edile. Of contradiction: being once chaf'd, he cannot Sic. Well, here he comes. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Senators, and Patricians. Men. Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by the volume.-The honour'd gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Supplied with worthy men! plant love among's! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, And not our streets with war! 1 Sen. Men. A noble wish. Amen, amen! 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? Sic. I do demand, If you submit you to the people's voices, Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, citizens, he says he is content: Cor. Scars to move laughter only. Scratches with briers, Men. Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being pass'd for consul with full voice, You take it off again? Sic. 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 For which you are a traitor to the people. Men. Nay, temperately; your promise. Cor. The fires i' the 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. Sic. Mark you this, people? Citizens. To the rock, to the rock with him! We need not put new matter to his charge: What you have seen him do and heard him speak, Deserves the extremest death. Bru. Serv'd well for Rome,- Cor. But since he hath Bru. I talk of that, that know it. Cor. You? What, do you prate of service? mother? Men. Is this the promise that you made your Cor. For that he has, Sic. That do distribute it;-in the name o' the people, And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Even from this instant, banish him our city; From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name, Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away: 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 for Rome Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? It shall be so. Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate That won you without blows! Despising, [Exeunt COR., COM., MEN., Senators, and Patricians. Ed. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Citizens. Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo! [Shouting, and throwing up their caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Attend us through the city. Citizens. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; come. The gods preserve our noble tribunes!-Come. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE L.-ROME. Before a Gate of the City. Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENenius, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell:-the beast When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves With precepts that would make invincible Vir. O heavens! O heavens! Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee, woman, Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish! Cor. What, what, what! I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd Droop not; adieu.—Farewell, my wife,―my mother: And venomous to thine eyes.-My some time general, As 'tis to laugh at 'em.-My mother, you wot well Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen,--your son With cautelous baits and practice. My first son, Vol. |