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We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Of prefent death.

Sic. Therefore lay hold on him ;
Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.

Bru. Ædiles seize him.
A1 Pleb. Yield, Marcius, yield.

Meni Hear me one word; beleech you, Tribunes, hear me but one 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 pradent 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 die here. There's some among you have beheld me fighting Come; fry upon yourselves, what you have seen me. Mer. Down with that sword; Tribunes, withdraw.

while. 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 enemies. Men. Shall it be put to that?

Sen. The Gods forbid !
I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house,
Leave us to cure this cause.

Men. For 'tis .a fore,
You cannot tent yourself; begone, 'befeech you.

Com. Come, Sir, along with us.
Men. I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are,

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Though in Rome litter'd ;) not Romans : (as they are not,
Though calved in the porch o'th' capitol :)
Be gone, 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 myself take up a brace o’th” beft of them; yea, the two Tribunes.

Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick:
And manhood'is call's 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. dados

Mer. Pray you, be gone o .--
I'll try, if my old wit be in requeft
With thofe that have but little this mult be patcht
With cloth of any colour.

Com. Come, away. (Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius. i Şer. This man has fitarrid his fortune.

Men. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptume for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder his heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue mult vent And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.

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Sic. Where is this viper,
That would depopulate the city, and
Be every man himself?

Men. You worthy Tribunes

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With rigorous hands; he hath refifted law,
And therefore law tall scorn him further trial
Than the feverity of public power,

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Mer. If by the Tribunes'leave, and yours, good people,
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Our certain death; therefore it is decreed,
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Men. Now the good Gods forbid, si
That our renowned Rome, shofe gratitude e 4:0**
Tow'rds her deserving children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an annatural dan
Should now eat up her own!

Sic. He's a disease that must be cut away..

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To eject bim bence
Were but one danger, and 10 keep bim here

Our certain Dearb; This Reading, which has obtained in the printed Copies, destroy's that Climax which evidently feens de signed 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 certain Destruction."

Men.

Men. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death ?
Killing our enemies, the blood he hath' loft
(Which I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an ounce) he dropt it for his country,
And what is left, to lose it by his country,
Were to us all that do't, and suffer it,
A brand to th? end o'th' world.

Sic. This is clean kamme. !

Bru. Mcerly awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him.

Men. The service of the foot
Being once gangreen'd, it is not then respected
For what before it was

Bru. We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence;
Left his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.

Men. One word more, one word:
This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
The harm of unfkann'd swiftness, will (too late)
Tie leaden pounds to’s heels. Proceed by process,
Left parties (as he is belov'd) break out,
And fack great Rome with Romans.

Bru. If 'twere fo.
Sic. What do

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Men. Consider this; he has been bred i'th' wars
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill-school'd
In boulted language; meal and bran together
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he shall answer by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmost peril. 12

i Sen. Noble. Tribunes,
It is the humane way: the other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning

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Sic. Noble Menenius,
Be you then as the people's officer.
Masters, lay down your weapons.

Brų. Go not home,
Sic. Meet on the Forum, we'll attend

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there, Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed :: In our first way:

Men. I'll bring him to you.
Let me desire your company; he must come,
Or what is worft will follow.
i Sen. Pray, let's to him.

[Exeunt:

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SCENE changes to CORIOLAN U s's House,

Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles. Cor. ET them pull all about mine ears, present me

Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian Rock, That the precizitation' might down ftretch Below the beam of fight, yet will I fill Be thus to them,

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Cor. I muse, my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vassalst things created
To buy and sell with groats s' to Mew bare heads
In congregations, yawn, be ftill, and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war; (I talk of you).
Why did you with me milder sowou'd you have me
Falle to my nature : rather say, I play
The man I am.

Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir,
I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.

Cor. Let it go.
Vol. You might have been enougk.the. man you are,

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