Mangles true Judgment, and bereaves the State Bru. H'as faid enough. Sic. H'as fpoken like a Traitor, and fhall anfwer As Traitors do. Cor. Thou Wretch ! defpight o'er-whelm thee ! What should the People do with these bald Tribunes? On whom depending, their Obedience fails To th' greater Bench, in a Rebellion : When what's not meet, but what must be, was Law, Let what is meet, be faid, it must be meet, Bru. Manifeft Treafon Sic. This a Conful? No. Enter an Edile. Bru. The Ediles, ho; let him be apprehended. A Foe to th' Publick Weal. All. We'll furety him. Com. Aged Sir, Hands off. Obey, I charge thee, [Laying hold on Coriolanus. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I fhall shake thy Bones Out of thy Garments. Sic. Help me, Citizens. Enter a Rabble of Plebeians with the Ediles: Men. On both fides more refpec. Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your Power. Bru. Seize him, Ediles. All. Down with him, down with him. 2 Sen. Weapons, Weapons, Weapons; [They all bustle about Coriolanus. Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens-what hoeSicinius, Brutas, Coriolanus, Citizens. All. Peace, peace, peace, ftay, hold, peace. VOL. IV. Ee Men Men. What is about to be?I am out of BreathConfufion's near-I cannot fpeak.-You-Tribunes To th'People---Coriolanus----patience ---fpeak, good Sicinius. Sic. Hear me, People -peace All. Let's hear our Tribune speak. Peace; fpeak, fpeak, Sic. You are at point to lofe your Liberties: Martius would have all from you; Martius, Whom late you have nam'd for Conful. Men. Fie, fie, fie, this is the way to kindle, not to quench. Sen. To unbuild the City, and to lay all flat. Sic. What is the City, but the People? All. True, the People are the City. Bra. By the confent of all, we were established the Peo ples Magistrates. All. You fo remain. Men. And fo are like to do. Com. That is the way to lay the City flat, Sic. This deferves Death. Bru. Or let us ftand to our Authority, Or let us lofe it; we do here pronounce, Upon the part o'th'People, in whofe Power 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 Bru. Ediles, feize him. All Ple. Yield, Martius, yield. Men. Hear me a word, 'befeech you Tribunes, hear me but a word Ediles. Peace, peace. Men. Be that you feem, truly your Country's Friends, And temp❜rately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. Bru. Sir, thofe cold ways, That feem like prudent helps, are very poyfonous, Where Where the difeafe is violent. Lay hands upon him, Cor. No, I'll dye here; [Cor. draws his Sword. There's fome among you have beheld me fighting, Bra. Lay Hands upon him. Men. Help Martins, help---you that be noble, help him young and old. All Down with him, down with him, Exeunt. [In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Adiles, and the People are beat in. Men. Go, get you to your Houfe; be gone, away, All will be naught elfe. 2 Sen. Get you gone. Com. Stand faft, we have as many Friends as Enemies. Men. Shall it be put to that? Sen. The Gods forbid: I prithee, noble Friend, home to thy Houfe, Men. For 'tis a Sore upon us, You cannot Tent your felf; begone, 'befeech you. Men. I would they were Barbarians, as they are, Begone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue, Com. On fair Ground I could beat forty of them. Men. I could my felf take up a Brace o'th' beft of them, yea, the two Tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond Arithmetick, Men, Pray you, be gone: I'll try whether my old Wit be in request E e 2 With With those that have but little; this must be patcht Com. Nay, come away. Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius. I Sen. This Man has marr'd his Fortune. Men. His Nature is too noble for the World: He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident, Or Jove, for's power to Thunder: His Heart's his Mouth: What his Breaft forges, that his Tongue muft vent; And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of Death. Here's goodly work. 2 Sen. I would they were a-bed. Men. I would they were in Tyber. [A noife within. What the vengeance, could he not fpeak 'em fair? Sic. Where is this Viper, That would depopulate the City, and be every Man himself? Men. You worthy Tribunes Sic. He fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock With rigorous Hands; he hath refifted Law, And therefore Law fhall fcorn him further Trial Than the feverity of the Publick Power, Which he fo fets at nought. 1 Cit. He fhall well know the noble Tribunes are The Peoples Mouths, and we their Hands. All. He fhall fure out. Men. Sir, Sir. Sic. Peace. Men. Do not cry havock, where you should but hunt With modeft warrant. Sic. Sir, how comes it that you have holp To make this rescue ? Men. Hear me fpeak; as I do know The Conful's worthinefs, fo can I name his Faults-- Sic. Conful!-what Conful? Men. The Conful Coriolanus. Bru. He Conful! All. No, no, no, no, no. Men. If by the Tribunes leave, And yours, good People, I may be heard, I would crave a word or two,, Sic. Speak briefly then, For we are peremptory to dispatch Men. Now the good Gods forbid, That our Renowned Rome, whofe Gratitude Sic. He's a Disease that must be cut away. Men, Oh, he's a Limb, that has but a Disease ; What has he done to Rome, that's worthy Death? A brand to th' end o'th' World. Sic. This is clean kam. Bru. Meerly awry: When he did love his Country, it honour'd him. Being once gangreen'd, is not then refpected For what before it was Bru. We'll hear no more, Purfue him to his Houfe, and pluck him thence, Men. One word more, one word : The harm of unskann'd fwiftnefs, will (too late) And fack great Rome with Romans. |