Com. I have been i' th' market-place, and, Sir, 'tis fit You have strong party, or defend your felf By calmness, or by abfence: all's in anger. Men. Only fair fpeech. Com. I think 'twill ferve, if he Can thereto frame his spirit. Vol. He muft and will: Pr'ythee now, fay you will, and go about it. Cor. Muft I go fhew them my unbarbed fconce? This mould of Martius; they to duft should grind it, Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you. Vol. Ay, pr'ythee now, fweet fon; as thou hast said To have my praise for this, perform a part Cor. Well, I must do't: Away, my difpofition, and poffefs me Some harlot's fpirit! my throat of war be turn'd, Vol. At thy choice then : To beg of thee, it is my more difhonour, Thy Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear Thy valiantnefs was mine, thou fuck'dft it from me : Cor. Pray be content : Mother, I'm going to the market-place: Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Vol. Do your will. [Exit Volumnia, Com. Away, the Tribunes do attend you: arm Your felf to answer mildly for they're prepar'd With accufations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet. Cor. The word is, mildly. Let them accufe me by invention: I Will anfwer in mine honour. Men. Ay, but mildly. Pray you, let us go. [Exeunt, Cor. Well, mildly be it then, mildly. SCENE VI. The Forum. Enter Sicinius and Brutus. Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects And that the spoil got on the Antiates Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come? Ed. He's coming. Enter an Edile, Bru. How accompanied ? Ed. With old Menenius, and those fenators That always favour'd him. Sic. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Set down by th' poll? Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? Ed. I have. Sic. Affemble prefently the people hither, Ptb' right and ftrength o'tb' Commons; be it either And power i'th' truth o'th' cause. Ed. I will inform them. Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Of what we chance to fentence, 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. Put him to choler ftraight; he hath been us'd Ever to conquer, and to have no word [Exit Edite Of contradiction. Being once chaf'd, he cannot What's in his heart; and that is there, which works With us to break his neck. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with Senators4 Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly I do befeech you. Cor. Ay, as an oftler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by th' volume: the honour'd Gods Supply with worthy men, plant love amongst you, I Sen. Amen, amen. Men. A noble wish. Enter the Edile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye people. Ed. Lift to your Tribunes: audience; Peace, I fay. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, fay; peace, ho. Cor Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this prefent? Muft all determine here? If Sic. I do demand, you fubmit you to the people's voices, Allow their officers, and are content To fuffer lawful cenfure for fuch faults Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, citizens, he fays he is content: Cor. Scratches with briars, fcars to move laughter only. Men. Confider further : That when he speaks not like a citizen, Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being paft for Conful with full voice, Sic. Answer to us. Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought fo. Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all feafon'd office, and to wind Your felf 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' loweft hell fold in the people! Sic. Mark you this, people? All. To th' rock with him. Sic. Peace: We need not put new matter to his charge: Oppofing laws with ftroaks, and here defying Bru. But fince he hath Serv'd well for Rome. Cor. What do you prate of service? Men. Is this the promise that you made your Cor. I'll know no further: Let them pronounce the feep Tarpeian death, mother? (As much as in him lyes) from time to time From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's gates. I'th' people's name, All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him away: Com. Hear me, my mafters, and my common friendsSic. He's fentenc'd: no more hearing. Com |