Where the difcafe 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, Come try upon your felves, what you have feen 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. All. 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 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, And Manhood is call'd Fool'ry when it stands Men. Pray you, be gone: I'll try whether my old Wit be in request Ee 2 With With thofe that have but little; this must be patcht With Cloth of any Colour. Com. Nay, come away. [Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius 1 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, 7 Or Jove, for's power to Thunder: His Heart's his Mouth: What his Breaft forges, that his Tongue mult 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? Sec. Where is this Viper, That would depopulate the City, and be every Man himself? Men. You worthy Tribunes Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock And therefore Law fhall fcorn him further Trial 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 refcue? Men. Hear me fpeak; as I do know The Conful's worthiness, 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 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, Sic. He's a Difcafe that muft be cut away. Men. Oh, he's a Limb, that has but a Disease ; What has be 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 respected Bru. We'll hear no more. Purfue him to his House, and pluck him thence, Men. One word more, one word: This Tiger-footed-rage, when it fhall find The harm of unskann'd fwiftnefs, will (too late) Tye leaden pounds to's Heels. Proceed by Procefs, And fack great Rome with Romans. Ee 3 1957 Br. Bru. If it were fo SIC. What do ye talk ? Have we not had a tafte of his Obedience? Men. Confider this; he hath been bred i'th Wars In peace, to his utmost peril. I Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the human way: The other course Unknown to the beginning. Sic. Noble Menenius, be you th.n as the Peoples Officer. Mafters, lay down your Weapons. Bru. Go not home, Sic. Meet on the Market-place; we'll attend you there, Where, if you bring not Martins, we'll proceed In our firft way. Men. I'll bring him to you. Let me defire your Company; he must come, I Sen. Pray you let's to him. Enter Coriolanus with Nobles. Cor. Let them pull all about mine Ears, prefent me Enter Volumnia. Noble. You do the Nobler. Cor. I mufe, my Mother Does not approve me further, who was wont [Exeunt. Why Why did you with me milder? Wou'd you have me Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir. I would have had you put your Power well on, Cor. Let's go. Vol. You might have been enough the Man you are, Cor. Let them hang. Vol. Ay, and burn too. : Enter Menenius with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you have been too rough, fomething too rough: You must return, and mend it. Sen. There's no Remedy, I have a Heart as little apt as yours, But yet a Brain that leads my ufe of Anger To better vantage. Men. Well faid, noble Woman: Before he should thus ftoop to th' Heart, but that Cor. What must I do? Men. Return to th' Tribunes. Cor. Well, what then? what then? Men. Repent what you have fpoke. Cor. For them? I cannot do it for the Gods, Muft I then do't to them? Vol. You are too abfolute, Tho' therein you can never be too Noble, But when Extremities fpeak. I have heard you fay, Ee 4 In |