Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? 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. Ed. I shall inform them. 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. Ed. 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 pièce Will bear the knave by the volume.-The honour'd gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Supply'd with worthy men! plant love among us! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, And not our streets with war! Ed. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, I say. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, say.-Peace, ho. Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this pre Allow their officers, and are content To suffer lawful censure for such faults As shall be prov'd upon you? 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, That when he speaks not like a citizen, Rather than envy you. Com, Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, 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'd office, and to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical; For which, you are a traitor to the people. Men. ple! peo Call me their traitor!-Thou injurious tribune! Sic. Mark you this, people? Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with We need not put new matter to his charge: 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. Bru. Serv'd well for Rome, Cor. Bru. I talk of that, that know it. But since he hath What do you prate of service? Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Nor check my courage for what they can give, For that he has presence Sic. (As much as in him lies) from time to time Envy'd against the people, seeking means To pluck away their power; as now at last Given hostile strokes, and that not in the Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers That do distribute it; In the name o' the people, And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Even from this instant, banish him our city; In peril of precipitation From off the rock Tarpeian, never more. To enter our Rome gates: I' the people's name, It shall be so; let him away: he's banish'd, Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends;- Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Com. Let me speak: I have been consul, and can show from 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 Speak that Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is ba nish'd, As enemy to the people, and his country: It shall be so. Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize That do corrupt my air, I banish you; |