Inforce him with his envy to the People,
And that the Spoil got on the Antiats
Was ne'er diftributed. What, will he come?
Enter an Edile.

Ad. He's coming.

Bru. How accompanied ?

Ed. With old Menenius, and thofe Senators

That always favour'd him.

Sic. Have you a Catalogue

Of all the Voices that we have procur'd, fet down by th

Ad. I have; 'tis ready.

Sic. Have you collected them by Tribes?

Ad. I have; 'tis ready.

Sic. Affemble prefently the People hither,
And when they hear me fay, it fhall be fo,

I'th' right and ftrength 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' Caufe.

Ad. I will inform them.

Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd,
Inforce the prefent Execution

Of what we chance to Sentence.

Ad. Very well.

Sic. Make them be ftrong, and ready for this hint When we shall hap to giv't them.

Bru. Go about it,

Put him to Choler ftreight, he hath been us'd
Ever to conquer, and to have his word

Of Contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot
Be rein'd again to Temperance; then he speaks
What's in his Heatt; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

(Poll?

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 peice Will bear the Knave by th' Volume:

Th' Honoured Gods

Keep

Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Juftice
Supplied with worthy Men, plant Love amongst you,
Through our large Temples, with the fhews of Peace.
Cor. And not our Streets with War.

I Sen. Amen, Amen.

Men. A noble Wish.

Enter the Edile with the Plebeians.

Sic. Daw near, ye People.

Ad. Lift to your Tribunes: Audience;

Peace, I fay.

Cer. Fift, hear me fpeak,

Both Tri. Well, fay: Peace, ho.

Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this prefent? Muft all determine here?

Sic. I do demand,

If you fubmit you to the Peoples Voices,
Allow their Officers, and are content

To fuffer lawful Cenfure for fuch Faults
As fhall be prov'd upon you?

Cor. I am content.

Men. Lo, Citizens, he fays he is content: The warlike Service he has done, confider; think Upon the Wounds his Body bears, which fhew Like Graves i' th' holy Church-yard.

Cor. Scratches with Briars, Scars to move Laughter only.

Men. Confider further:

That when he speaks not like a Citizen,
You find him like a Soldier; do not take
His rougher Actions for malicious Sounds:
But, as I fay, fuch as become a Soldier,
Rather than envy you,

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,

That being paft for Conful with full Voice,
I am difhonour'd, that the very hour

You take it off again?

Sic. Anfwer 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

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: Call me their Traitor! thou injurious Tribune! Within thine Eyes fate twenty Thousand Deaths, In thy Hands clutch'd as many Millions, in Thy lying Tongue both Numbers, I would fay, Thou lyeft unto thee, with a Voice as free, As I do pray the Gods.

Sic. Mark you this, People?

All. To th' Rock with him.
Sic. Peace:

We need not put new matter to his Charge:
What you have feen him do, and heard kim fpeak,
Beating your Officers, curfing your felves,
Oppofing Laws with Stroaks, and here defying
Those whofe great Power muft try him,
Even this fo Criminal, and in fuch Capital kind,
Deferves th' extreameft Death.

Bru. But fince he hath ferv'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 you made your Mother? Com, Know, I pray you.

Cor. I'll know no farther:

Let them pronounce the fteep Tarpeian Death,
Vagabond Exile, Fleaing, 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 faying, Good morrow.

Sic. For that he has

(As much as in him lyes) from time to time
Envy'd against the People: feeking Means
To pluck away their Power; as now at laft,
Given hoftile ftroaks, and that not in the prefence
Of dreaded Juftice, but on the Minifters
That do diftrubute it. In the Name o'th' People,

And

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 fay it fhall be so.

All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; Let him away:
He's Banifh'd, and it fhall be fo.

Com. Hear me, my Mafters, and my common Friends....... Sic. He's Sentenc'd: No more Hearing.

Com. Let me fpeak:

I have been Conful, and can fhew from Rome,
Her Enemies marks upon me. I do love

My Country's good, with a refpect more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own Life,
My dear Wife's eftimate, her Womb's increase,
And treasure of my Loyns: Then if I would
Speak that

Sic. We know your drift. Speak what?
Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banish'd
As Enemy to the People, and his Country.

It shall be fo.

All. It shall be fo, it fhall be fo.

Cor. You common cry of Curs, whofe Breath I hate, As reek o' th' rotten Fenns; whofe Loves I prize,

As the dead Carkaffes of unburied Men,

That do corrupt my Air: I banifh you,
And here remain with your uncertainty.
Let every feeble Rumour shake
your Hearts:
Your Enemies, with nodding of their Plumes,
Fan you into Defpair: Have the Power still
To banish your Defenders, till at length,
Your Ignorance (which finds not till it feels,
Making but refervation of your felves
Still your own Foes) deliver you

As most abated Captives, to fome Nation
That won you without Blows, defpifing
For
you the City. Thus I turn my Back;
There is a World elsewhere.

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. [The People bout, and throw up their Caps.

Edile. The Peoples Enemy is gone, is gone.
All. Our Enemy is banish'd; he is gone. Hoo, hoo.
Sic. Go fee him out at Gates, and follow him
As he hath follow'd you; with all defpight,
Give him deferv'd vexation. Let a Guard
Attend us through the City.

All. Come, come; let's fee him out at the Gates, come. The Gods preferve our noble Tribunes, come.

ACT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

SCENE without the Walls of Rome.

Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome.

Cor.

Come, leave your Tears; A brief Farewel: The Beaft
With many Heads butts me away. Nay, Mother,

Where is your ancient Courage: You were us❜d

To fay, Extremity was the Trier of Spirits,
That common Chances common Men could bear;
That when the Sea was calm, all Boats alike
Shew'd Maftership in floating. Fortune's blows
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
A noble Cunning. You were us'd to load me
With Precepts that would make invincible

The Heart that conn'd them.

Vir. Oh Heav'ns! O Heav'ns!

Cor. Nay, I prithee Woman

Vol. Now the red Peftilence ftrike all Trades in Rome, And Occupations perish.

Cor. What! what! what!

I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, Mother,
Refume that Spirit, when you were wont to say,

If

you had been the Wife of Hercules,

Six of his Labours you'd have done, and fav'd

Your Husband fo much Sweat. Cominius,

Droop not; Adieu: Farewel my Wife, my Mother,
I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy Tears are falter than a younger Man's,

And venomous to thine Eyes. My (fometime) General,
I have feen thee ftern, and thou haft oft beheld

Heart