That, of all things upon the earth, he hated

Your person most; that he would pawn his fortunes
To hopeless restitution, so he might

Be called your vanquisher.

Cor.

Lart. At Antium.

At Antium lives he?

Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,

To oppose his hatred fully.-Welcome home. [To LARTIUS.
Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.

Behold! these are the tribunes of the people,
The tongues o' the common mouth. I do despise them;
For they do prank them in authority,

Against all noble sufferance.

Sic.

Cor. Ha! what is that?
Bru.

Go on; no further.

Pass no further.

It will be dangerous to

The matter?

Cor. What makes this change?

Men.

Com. Hath he not passed the nobles, and the commons? Bru. Cominius, no.

Cor.

Have I had children's voices?

1 Sen. Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place. Bru. The people are incensed against him.

Sic.

Or all will fall in broil.

Stop,

Cor. Are these your herd?— Must these have voices, that can yield them now, And straight disclaim their tongues?-What are your offices? You, being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth? Have you not set them on?

Men.

Be calm, be calm.

Cor. It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility.

Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule,

Nor ever will be ruled.

Bru.

Call't not a plot.

The people cry, you mocked them; and, of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repined; Scandalled the suppliants for the people; called them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.

Cor. Why, this was known before.

Bru.

Not to them all.

Cor. Have you informed them since?
Bru.

How! I inform them!

Cor. You are like to do such business.

Bru.

Each way to better yours.

Not unlike,

Cor. Why then should I be consul? By yon clouds, Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune.

Sic.

You show too much of that,

For which the people stir. If you will pass

To where you are bound, you must inquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit;

Or never be so noble as a consul,

Nor yoke with him for tribune.

Men.

Let's be calm.

Com. The people are abused;-Set on.-This paltering Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus

Deserved this so dishonored rub, laid falsely

I' the plain way of his merit.

Cor.

Tell me of corn!

This was my speech, and I will speak't again ;—
Men. Not now, not now.

1 Sen.

Not in this heat, sir, now.

Cor. Now, as I live, I will.-My nobler friends,

I crave their pardons:

For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
Regard me as I do not flatter, and

Therein behold themselves. I say again,

In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate

The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,

Which we ourselves have ploughed for, sowed, and scattered,

By mingling them with us, the honored number;

Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that

Which they have given to beggars.

Men. Well, no more.

1 Sen. No more words, we beseech you. Cor.

How! no more?

As for my country I have shed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
Coin words till their decay, against those meazels,
Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought
The very way to catch them.

Bru.

You speak o' the people,

As if you were a god to punish, not
A man of their infirmity.

Sic.

We let the people know't.
Men.

"Twere well

What, what? his choler?

Cor. Choler!

Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, 'twould be my mind.

Sie.

It is a mind

That shall remain a poison where it is,

Not poison any further.

Cor.

Shall remain!

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute shall?

Com.

Cor.

'Twas from the canon.

Shall!

O good, but most unwise patricians, why,

You grave, but reckless senators, have you thus
Given Hydra here to choose an officer,

That with his peremptory shall, being but

The horn and noise o' the monsters, wants not spirit
To say he'll turn your current in a ditch,

And make your channel his? If he have power,
Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake
Your dangerous lenity. If you are learned,
Be not as common fools; if you are not,

Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
If they be senators; and they are no less,
When both your voices blended, the greatest taste
Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate;
And such a one as he, who puts his shall,
His popular shall, against a graver bench
Than ever frowned in Greece! By Jove himself,
It makes the consuls base; and my soul aches,
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion

May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by the other.

Com.

Well-on to the market-place.

Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o'the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used

Sometime in Greece,

Men.

Well, well, no more of that.

Cor. (Though there the people had more absolute power,) I say they nourished disobedience, fed

The ruin of the state.

Bru.

Why, shall the people give

One, that speaks thus, their voice?

Cor.

I'll give my reasons,

More worthier than their voices. They know the corn Was not our recompense; resting well assured

They ne'er did service for't. Being pressed to the war,
Even when the navel of the state was touched,
They would not thread the gates; this kind of service
Did not deserve corn gratis; being i' the war,
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they showed
Most valor, spoke not for them. The accusation
Which they have often made against the senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the native
Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bosom multiplied digest

The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
What's like to be their words: We did request it;
We are the greater poll, and in true fear
They gave us our demands.Thus we debase
The nature of our seats, and make the rabble
Call our cares, fears; which will in time break ope
The locks o' the senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.—

Men.

Come, enough.Bru. Enough, with over-measure. Cor. No, take more. 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 general ignorance,-it must omit

Real necessities, and give way the while

To unstable slightness; purpose so barred, it follows, Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,— You that will be less fearful than discreet;

That love the fundamental part of state,

More than you doubt the change of't; that prefer
A noble life before a long, and wish

To jump a body with a dangerous physic

That's sure of death without it,-at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick
The sweet which is their poison: your dishonor
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state
Of that integrity which should become it;
Not having the power to do the good it would,
For the ill which doth control it.

Bru.

He has said enough. Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do.

Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!—

What should the people do with these bald tribunes? On whom depending, their obedience fails

To the 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' the dust.

Bru. Manifest treason.

Sic.

This a consul? no.

Bru. The ædiles, ho!-Let him be apprehended. Sic. Go, call the people; [Exit BRUTUS ;] in whose name, myself

Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator,

A foe to the public weal. Obey, I charge thee,

And follow to thine answer.

Cor.

Hence, old goat!

Sen. & Pat. We'll surety him.

Com.

Aged sir, hands off. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones. Out of thy garments.

Sic.

Help, ye citizens.

Re-enter BRUTUS, with the Ediles, and a rabble of Citizens.

Men. On both sides, more respect.

Sic.

Here's he, that would

Seize him, ædiles.

[Several speak.

Cit. Down with him, down with him! 2 Sen.

Weapons, weapons, weapons!

[They all bustle about CORIOLANUS.

Tribunes, patricians, citizens!-what ho!-
Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, citizens!

Cit. 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,

To the people.-Coriolanus, patience.

Speak, good Sicinius.

Sic.

Hear me, people; -peace.

Cit. Let's hear our tribune;-peace. Speak, speak, speak. Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties;

Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,

Whom late you have named for consul.

Fie, fie, fie!

Men.
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
1 Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.
Sic. What is the city, but the people?