Cor. Choler! were I as patient as the midnight Sleep, By Jove, 'twould be my Mind.

Sic. It is a Mind that shall remain a Poison
Where it is, not poison any further.

Cor. Shall remain ?
Hear you this Triton of the Minnoues? Mark you
His absolute Shall?

Com. 'Twas from the Canon.

Cor. Shall !---- God!..--but most unwise Patricians; why
You Grave, but wreakless Senators, have you thus
Given Hydra here to chuse an Officer,
That with his peremptory Shall, being but
The Horn and Noise o'th Monsters, wants not Spirit
To say, he'll turn your Current in a Ditch,
And make your Channel his? If he have Power,
Then vail your Ignorance: If none, awake
Your dangerous Lenity: If you are Learned,
Be not as common Fools; if you are not,
Let them have Cushions by you. You are Plebeians,
If they be Senators ; and they are no less,
When both your Voices blended; the greatest Taste
Most palates theirs. They chuse their Magistrate,
And such a one as he, who puts in his Shall,
His popular Shall, against a graver Bench
Than ever frown'd in Greece. By Jove himself,
It makes the Consuls base; and my Soul akes
To know when two Authorities are up,
Neither Supream, how foon Confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by th'other.

Com. Well-on to th' Market place.

Cor. Who ever gave that Counsel, to give forth The Corn o’th’ Storehouse, gratis, as ’ewas us’d Sometime in Greece

Men. Well, well, no more of that.

Cor. Though there the People had more absolute Power; I say, they nourish'd Disobedience, fed the ruin of the State.

Bru. Why shall the People give, One that speaks thus, their Voices

Cor.

Most Valour, spoke not for them. Th" Accusation
Call our Cares, Fears; which will in time

Cor. I'll give my Reasons,
More worthy than their Voices. They know the Corni
Was not our recompence, resting well assurd
They ne'er did Service for’, being prest to thWar,
Even when the Navel of the State was touchd,
They would not thred the Gates: This kind of Service
Did not deserve Corn gratis. Being i'th' War,

1A Their Mutinies and Revolts, wherein they shew'd Which they have often made against the Senate, All cause unborn, could never be the Native of our so frank Donation. Well, what then? How Thall this Bosom-multiplied, digest

[ The Senate's courtefie?'Let Deeds express What's like to be their Words-- We did request it-We are the greater Poll, and in true lear They gave us our Demands. Thus we debase The Nature of our Seats, and make the Rabble

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Break open the Locks o'th Senate, and bring in
The Crows to peck the Eagles-

Men. Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-measure.

Cor. No, take more.
What may be sworn by, both Divine and Human,
Seal what I end withal. This double worship,
Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
Insult without all season; where Gentry, Title, Wisdom,
Cannot conclude, but by the Yea and No
Of general Ignorance, it must omit
Real Necessities, and give way the while
To unstable Slightness: Purpose fo barr'd, it follows,
Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,
You that will be lefs fearful than discreet,
That love the Fundamental part of State
More than you doubt the change of't; that prefer
A noble Life before a long, and with
To jump a Body with a dangerous Physick,
That's sure of Death without it; at once pluck out
The Multitudinous Tongue, let them not lick
The sweet which is their Poison. Your dishonour

Mangles

Mangles true Judgment, and bereaves the State
Of that Integrity which should become it :
Not having the Power to do the good it would
For th' ill which doth controul it.

Bru. H'as faid enough

Sic. Hồas spoken like a Traitor, and shall answer
As Traitors do.

Cor. Thou Wretch! despight 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 meer, but what must be, was Law,
Then were they chosen ; in a better Hour,
Let what is meet, be said, it must be meet,
And throw their Power i'ch' Dust.

Bru. Manifest Treason-
Sic. This a Consul? No.

Enter an Ædile.
Bru. 'The Ædiles, ho; let him be appreherded.

Sic. Go call the People, in whose Name my self
Attach thee as a Traiterous Innovator :
A Poe to th’ Publick Weal. Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer. [Laying hold on Córiolanus.

Cor. Hence, old Goat.
All. We'll surety him.
Com. Aged Sir, Hands off.

Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy Bones
Out of thy Garments.
Sic. Help me, Citizens.

Enter a Rabble of Plebeians with the Ædiles.
Men. On both sides more respect.

Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your Power.

Bru. Seize him, Ædiles.
Au, Down with him, down with him.
2 Sen. Weapons, Weapons, Weapons ;

[They all bustle about Coriolagus. Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens - what hoe Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens.

All. Peace, peace, peace, stay, hold, peace. Vol. IV.

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Men. What is about to be?-I am out of Breath Confusion's near-I cannot speak. -You-Tribunes To th' People----Coriolanus-o--patience---speak, good Sicinius.

Sic. Hear me, People-peace-
All. Let's hear our Tribune

Peace; speak, speak

, speak. Sic. You are at point to lose

your

Liberties: Martius would have all from you; Martins, Whom late you have nem'd for Consul.

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.

Bru. By the consent of all, we were established the Peoples Magistrates.

All. You so remain.
Men. And fo are like to do.

Com. That is the way to lay the City flat,
To bring the Roof to the Foundation,
And bury all, which yet distindly ranges,
In hraps and piles of Ruin.

Sic. This deferves Death.
Bru. Or let us stand to our Authority,
Or let us lose it; we do here pronounce,
Upon the part o'th' People, in whose Power
We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Of present Death,

Sic. Therefore lay hold on him;
Bear him to th'Rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into Deftru&ion cast him.

Bru. Ædiles, seize him.
All Ple. Yield, Martins, yield.

Men. Hear me a word, 'beseech you Tribunes, hear me but a word

Adiles. Peace, peace.

Men. Be that you seem, truly your Country's Friends,
And temp’rately proceed to what would
Thus violently redress.

Bru. Sir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poy sonous,

you

Where

Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the Rock. [Cor. draws bis Sword.

Cor. No, I'll dye here;
There's some among you have beheld me fighting,
Come try upon your selves, what you have seen me.

Men. Down with that Sword, Tribunes withdraw a , while.

Bru. Lay Hands upon him. Men. Help Martius, help---you that be noble, help him young and old. Ali. Down with him, down with him. [Exeunt.

[In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ediles, and the

People are beat in.
Men, Go, get you to your House; be gone, away,
All will be naught else.

2 Sen. Get you gone.
Com. Stand fast, 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 House,
Leave us to cure this Cause.

Men. For 'tis a Sore upon us,
You cannot Tent your self; begone, 'beseech you.

Com. Come, Sir, along with us.

Men. I would they were Barbarians, as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd ; nor Romans, as they are not,
Though calved in the Porch o’th' Capitol:
Begone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue,
One time will owe another.

Com. On fair Ground I could beat forty of them.

Men. I could my self take up a Brace o'ch'best of them, yea, the two Tribunes.

Com. But now 'tis odds beyond Arithmetick,
And Minhood is callid Fool'ry when it stands
Against a falling Fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the Tag return, whose Rage doth rend
Like interrupted Waters, and o'er-bear
What they are us'd to bear.

Men. Pray you, be gone:
I'll try whether my old Wit be in request

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