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What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
Seal what I end withal !- -This double worship,
Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom,
Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
Of gen’ral ignorance, it muft omit
Real necessities, and give way the while
T' unitable flightness; purpose fo barr'd, it follows,
Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, befeech you,
(You that will be less fearful than discreet,
That love the fundamental part of State
More than you doubt the change oft; that prefer
A noble life before a long, and with
To vamp a body with a dangerous phyfick,
That's fure of death without ;) at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick
The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the State
Of that integrity which should become it :
Not having power to do the good it would,
For th’ill which doth controul it.
Bru. H'as faid enough.
Sic. H'as spoken like a traitor, and fall answer As traitors do.
Cor. Thou wretch! Despight o'rwhelm 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' duft.
Bru. Manifest treason
Sic. This a Consul ? no.
Bru. The Ædiles, ho! let him be apprehended.
Sic. Go, call the people, in whose name my self
Attach thee as a traiterous innovator :
A foe to th' publick weal. Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer : [Laying hold on Coriolanus.
Cor. Hence, old goat!
All. We'll surety him.
Com. Ag'd Sir, hands off.
Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.
Sic. Help me, citizens.
Enter a Rabble of Plebeians, with the Ædiles.
Men. On both sides, more respect.
Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your
Bru. Seize him, Ædiles.
All. Down with him, down with him !
2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons !
[They all bustle about Coriolanus. Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens
what ho! Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanns, citizens !
All. 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,
Coriolanus, patience ; speak, Sicinius.
Sic. Hear me, people - peace.
All. Let's hear our Tribune ; peace ; speak, speak,
Sic. You are at point to lose your
Marcius would have all from you: Marcius,
nam'd for Consul.
Men. Fie, fie, fie.
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.
Sic. What is the city, but the people?
All. True, the people are the city.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magistrates.
Ali. You so remain.
Men. And so are like to do.
Cor. That is the way to lay the city fiat ;
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
Sic. This deserves death.
Bru. Or let us stand to our Authority,
Or let us lose it ; we do here pronounce,
Upon the part o'th' people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
Of present death.
Sic. Therefore lay hold on him ;
Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.
Bru. Ædiles, seize him.
All Ple. Yield, Marcius, yield.
Men. Hear me one word ; 'beseech
you, Tribunes, hear me but a word
Ædiles. Peace, peace.
Men. Be that you seem, truly your Country's friends,
And temp'rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.
Bru. Sir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous,
Where the disease is violent. Lay hands on him,
And bear him to the Rock. [Cor. draws his Sword.'
Cor. No; I'll dye here.
There's some among you have beheld me fighting,
Come, try upon your selves, what you have seen me.
Men. Down with that sword ; Tribunes, withdraw a.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.
Men. Help Marcius, help -- you that be noble, help
and old. All. Down with him, down with him. [Exeunt.
[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and
the people are beat in. Men. Go, get you to your house ; be gone, away, All will be naught else. 2 Sen. Get you gone. Com. Stand fast, we have as many friends as ene
Men. Shall it be put to That?
Sen. The Gods forbid !
I pr’ythce, noble friend, home to thy house,
Leave us to cure this cause.
Men. For 'tis a sore,
You cannot tent your self; begone, 'beseech you.
Com. Come, Sir, along with us.
Men. I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd ;) not Romans: (as they are
Though calved in the porch o'th' Capitol :)
Begone, put not your worthy rage into your tongue,
One time will owe another.
Cor. On fair ground I could beat forty of them.
Men. I could my self take up a brace 'oth best of them ; yea, the two Tribunes.
Com. But now ’tis odds beyond arithmetick:
And manhood is callid fool'ry, when it stands
Against a falling fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the tag return, whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
What they are us'd to bear.
Men. Pray you, be gone :
I'll try, if my old wit be in request
With those that have but little ; this must be patcht
With cloth of any colour.
Com. Come, away. [Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius.
I Sen. This man has marr'd his fortune.
Men. His nature is too noble for the world :
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder : his heart's his mouth :
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;}
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death.
[A noise within. Here's goodly work.
2 Sen. I would, they were a-bed.
Men. I would, they were in Tyber, What, the ven-
Could he not speak 'em fair ?
Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble again,
Sic. Where is this viper,
That would depopulate the city, and
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Be every man himself?
Mon. You worthy Tribunes
Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock
With rigorous hands; he hath refifted Law,
And therefore Law shall scorn him further trial
Than the severity of publick Power,
Which he so sets at nought.
i Cit. He shall well know, the noble Tribunes are The people's mouths, and we their hands.
All. He shall, be sure on't.
Men. Sir, Sir,
Men. Do not cry havock, where you should but hunt
With modeft warrant.
Sic. Sir, how comes it, you
Have holp to make this rescue ?
Men. Hear me speak ;
As I do know the Consul's worthiness,
So can I name his faults
Sic. Consul! what Consul!
Men. The Consul Coriolanus.
Bru. He Consul !
All. No, no, no, no, no.
Men. If by the Tribunes' leave, and yours,good people,
be heard, I'd crave a word or two ; The which shall turn you to no further harm, Than so much loss of time.
Sic. Speak briefly then,
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous traitor ; to eject him hence, (15)
Were but our danger ; and to keep him here,
Our certain death; therefore it is decreed,
To ejet him hence
Were but one danger, and to keep him here
Our certain Death ;] This Reading, which has obo tain'd in the prinied Copies, destroys that Climax which evidently seems design'd here, and thereby Aattens the Sentiment. In my opinion, the Tribune would say, “ To banish him, will “ be hazardous to Us ; to let him remain at home, our cer“ tain Deftruäion.