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We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Sic. Therefore lay hold on him ;
Bru. Ædiles seize him.
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.
, we have as many friends, as enemies. Men. Shall it be put to that?
Sen. The Gods forbid !
Men. For 'tis .a fore,
Com. Come, Sir, along with us.
Though in Rome litter'd ;) not Romans : (as they are not,
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:
Mer. Pray you, be gone o .--
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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2 Sen. I would they were a-bed. ingin e
Men. Iwould they were in Tyber... What té vengeance, Could be not speak
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Sic. Where is this viper,
Men. You worthy Tribunes
sic. He shall be thrown down the Terpeian rock
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1 Cit. He fall well know, the noble Tribunes are
Sic. Sir, how comes it, you b'liso ai boodr. me A
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Mer. If by the Tribunes'leave, and yours, good people,
Sic. Speak briefly then 10
Sic. He's a disease that must be cut away..
To eject bim bence
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. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Sic. This is clean kamme. !
Bru. Mcerly awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him.
Men. The service of the foot
Bru. We'll hear no more.
Men. One word more, one word:
Bru. If 'twere fo.
talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience, Our Ædilęs fmote, Qurfelves, vefifted ? come
Men. Consider this; he has been bred i'th' wars
i Sen. Noble. Tribunes,
Sic. Noble Menenius,
Brų. Go not home,
there, Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed :: In our first way:
Men. I'll bring him to you.
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,
Cor. I muse, my mother
Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir,
Cor. Let it go.