Bru. Sic. Repent in their election. [Exeunt Citizens. Let them go on; This mutiny were better put in hazard, If, as his nature is, he fall in rage With their refusal, both observe and answer To the Capitol, come: We will be there before the stream o' the people; ACT THIRD. Scene I. Rome. A street. [Exeunt. Cornets. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, all the Gentry, Cor. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head? Cor. So then the Volsces stand but as at first; Com. Cor. Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road They are worn, lord consul, so, Saw you Aufidius? Lart. On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely Cor. Spoke he of me? Lart. Cor. He did, my lord. How? what? Lart. How often he had met you, sword to sword; Cor. Be call'd your vanquisher. 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. 20 Sic. 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. Cor. Ha! what is that? Pass no further. Bru. It will be dangerous to go on: no further. Cor. What makes this change? Men. The matter? Com. Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common? Cor. Have I had children's voices? 30 First 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, You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth? Men. Bru. Call 't not plot: The people cry you mock'd them; and of late, Cor. Why, this was known before. Bru. Cor. Have you inform'd them sithence? 40 Not to them all. How! I inform them! Not unlike, Com. You are like to do such business. Each way, to better yours. Cor. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, Sic. You show too much of that 51 To where you are bound, you must inquire your way, 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 Cor. Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus Tell me of corn! This was my speech, and I will speak 't again— Men. Not now, not now. First Sen. Not in this heat, sir, now. Cor. Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends, For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them Therein behold themselves: I say again, In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate 60 70 Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd and scatter'd, By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; Well, no more. How! no more! Men. Bru. You speak o' the people, 80 As if you were a god to punish, not Sic. Cor. Com. Cor. Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, It is a mind That shall remain a poison where it is, Shall remain ! Hear you 'Twas from the canon. 'Shall'! 90 O good, but most unwise patricians! why, That with his peremptory shall,' being but The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit And make your channel his? If he have power, ΙΟΟ Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians, His popular shall,' against a graver bench |