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SCENE changes to the FORUM.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Bry. N this point charge him home, that he affects
Tyrannic power : if he evade us there,
Inforce him with his envy to the people,
And that the spoil, got on the Antiates,
Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come?
Æd. He's coming.
Bru. How accompanied ?
Æd. With old Menenius, and those Senators
That always favour'd him.
Sic. Have you a catalogue
Of all the voices that we have procur'd,
Set down by th' poll?
Æd. I have ; 'tis ready, here.
Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes ?
Æd. I have,
Sic. Assemble presently the people hither,
And, when they hear me say, It shall be fo,
I'th' right and strength o'th' commons ; (be it either
For death, for fine, or banishment,) then let them,
If I fay fine, cry fine, if death, cry death ;
Infifting on the old prerogative
And power i'th truth o'th' cause.
Æd. I will inform them.
Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din contus'd Inforce the present execution Of what we chance to sentence, i
Ad. Very well. Sic. Make them be strong and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to giv't them. Bru. Go about it,
[Exit Ædile. Put him to choler streight; he hath been us'd * VOL. VI,
Ever to conquer, and to have his word
Of contradiction. Being once chaf'd, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temp'rance ; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.
Enter Coriolanus, Menenius and Cominius with others.
Sic. Well, here he comes.
Men. Calmly, I do beseech you.
Cor. Ay, as an hoftler, that for the poorest piece
Will bear the knave by th' volume:-The honour'd gods
Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supply with worthy men, (21) plant love amongst you.
Throng our large temples with the shews of peace,
And not our streets with war !
i Sen. Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish.
Enter the Ædile with the Plebeians.
Sic. Draw near, ye people.
Æd. Lift to your Tribunes : audience ;
Peace, I say.
Cor. Firít, hear me fpeak.
Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho.
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this present? Muit all determine here?
Sic. I do demand, If you submit
to the People's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you ?
plant Love among you
Through our large Temples with the Shews of Peace,
And not our Streets with War.] Though this be the Reading of all the Copies, it is Aat Nonsenie. There is, no Verb either expreft, or understood, that can govern the latter Part of the Sen
I have no doubt of my Emendation restoring the Text rightly, because Mr. Warburton started the same Conjecture, unknowing that I had meddled with the Passage.
Cor. I am content.
Men. Lo, citizens, he says he is content :
The warlikę service he has done, consider;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which shew
Like graves i'th' holy church-yard.
Cor. Scratches with briars, scars to move laughter only.
Men. Consider further :
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier ; (22) do not take
His rougher accents for malicious founds :
But, as I say, such as become a soldier.
Rather than envy, you
Com. Well, weil, no more.
Cor. What is the matter,
That being past for Consul with full voice,
I'm 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'd office, and to wind
Yourself unto a power tyrannical ;
For which you are a traitor to the people.
Cor. How ? traitor ?
Men. Nay, temperately : your promise.
Cor. The fires i’th’ lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor! thou injurious Tribune!
Within thine eyes sate twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers ; I would say,
Thou lieft, unto thee, with a voice as free,
As I do pray the Gods.
do not take His rougher Actions fr malicious founds :) I have no manner of Apprenentior how a Man's Actions can be mistaken for Wurds. It would be very absurd, as well as extraordinary, were I to do a saucy Thing in Company, for the Person offended to tell me, Sir, you give me very impudent Language. This would be, certainly, taking Actions for Sounds :-----We may remember, a Roughness of Accent was one of Coriolanus's distinguishing Characteristicks. $ 2
Sic. Mark you this, people?
All. To th' Rock with him.
Sic. Peace :
We need not lay new matter to his charge :
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak,
Beating your Officers, cursing yourselves,
Oppofing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great Power must try him, even this
So criminal, and in such capital kind,
Deserves th' extreameft death.
Bru. But since he hath
Sery'd well for Rome.
Cor. What do you prate of service ?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.
Cor. You ?-
Men. Is this the promise that
your Mother? Com. Know, I pray you—
Cor. I'll know no farther :
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, feaing, pent to linger
But with a grain a-day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To hav't with saying, good-morrow.
Sic. For that he has
(As much as in him lies) from time to time
Envy'd againft the people ; seeking means
To pluck away their Power ; as now at last
Giv'n hoftile strokes, and that not in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the minifters
That do distribute it; in the name o’th' people,
And in the power of us the Tribunes, we
(Ev'n from this inftant) banish him our city ;
In peril of precipitation
From off the rock Tarpeian, never more
To enter our Rome's Gates. I'th' People's name,
I say, it shall be fo.
Äll. It shall be fo, it Mall be fo; let him away:
He's banishd, and it shall be fo.
Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends
Sic. He's sentenc'd : no more hearing.
Com. Let me speak :
(23) I have been Conful, and can shew for Rome
Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love
My country's good, with a respect more tender,
More' holy, and profound, than mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
And treasure of my loins : then if I would
Sic. We know your drift. Speak what?
Bru. There's no more to be said, but he's banish'd As enemy to the people and his country. It shall be so.
All. It shall be fo, it shall be so.
Cor. You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate,
As reek o'th' rotten fenns ; whose loves I prize,
As the dead carkasses of unburied men,
That do corrupt my air : I banish you :
And here remain with your uncertainty ;
Let every teeble rumour shake your
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into de pair : 'have the power still
To banish your defenders, 'till at length,
Your ignorance (which finds not, 'till it feels ;
M king but reservation of yourselves
Still your own enemies) deliver you,
As most abated captives, to some nation
That won you without blows ! Despising then,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back :
(23) I bave been Consul, and can few from Rome
Her Enemies Marks upon me.] How, from Rome? Did he receive hoftil. Marks from his own Country? No such thing. He received them in the service of Rome. So, twice in the Beginning of next Act, it is said of Coriolanus;
-Hadji ihcu Foxship
To banish bim, that ftruck more Blows for Rome,
Than thou bajt Spoken Words?
Good Man: the Wounds that he does bear for Rome!