Tent in my cheeks; and school boys' tears take up And, by my body's action, teach my mind At thy choice then: Vol. Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dşt it from me; Cor. Pray, be content; Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd Of all the trades in Rome. Commend me to my wife. Look, I am going: Or never trust to what my tongue can do Vol. Do your will. [Exit. Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd With accusations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet. Cor. The word is, mildly:-Pray you, let us go; Let them accuse me by invention, I Will answer in mine honour. Men. Cor, Well, mildly be it then; mildly. Ay, but mildly. [Exeunt. • Dwell. † Own. SCENE III. The same, The Forum. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Bru. In this point charge him home, that he af fects Tyrannical power: If he evade us there, Euforce him with his envy to the people; Edi. With old Menenius, and those senators That always favoured him. Sic. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Set down by the poll? Edi. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? Edi. I have. Sic. Assemble presently the people hither: And when they hear me say, It shall be so I' the right and strength o' the commons, be it either For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death; Insisting on the old prerogative And power i' the truth o' the cause. Edi. I shall inform them. Object his hatred. 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. Edi. Very well. Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give't them. Bru. Go about it. [Exit Edile. Put him to choler straight: He hath been us'd Of contradiction: Being once chaf'd, he cannot Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators, and Patricians. Sic. Well, here he comes. 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 us! 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. Edi. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, I say. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, say.-Peace, ho. * Will bear being called a knave. Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this pre sent? 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: The warlike service he has done, consider; Think on the wounds his body bears, which show Like graves i' the holy churchyard. Cor. Scars to move laughter only. Men. Scratches with briars, Consider further, Com. Cor. What is the matter, Well, well, no more. That being pass'd for consul with full voice, I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour 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'dt office, and to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical; 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, * Injure. + Of long standing. In thy hands clutch'd* as many millions, in As I do pray the gods. Sic. Mark you this, people? Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him! Sic. We need not put new matter to his charge: Peace. What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying Those whose great power must try him; even this, So criminal, and in such capital kind, Deserves the extremest death. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, For that he has Sic. That do distribute it; In the name o'the people, * Grasped. + Showed hatred. Not only, |