Let me deferve fo ill as you, and make me Sic. You fhew too much of that, For which the People ftir; if you will pafs Nor yoak with him for Tribune. Men. Let's be calm. Com. The People are abus'd, fet on; this paltring Deferv'd this fo difhonour'd Rub, laid falfly 1 Cor. Tell me of Corn! this was my Speech, And I will speak't again— Men. Not now, not now. Sen. Not in this Heat, Sir, now. Cor. Now, as I live, I will My Nobler Friends, I crave their Pardons; Let them regard me, as I do not flatter, And therein behold themselves: I say again, The Cockle of Rebellion, Infolence, Sedition, Which we our felves have plow'd for, fow'd and scatter'd, By mingling them with us, the honour'd Number, Who lack not Virtue, no, nor Power, but that Which they have given to Beggars. Men. Well, no more Sen. No more Words, we beseech you Cor. How!no more! As for my Country I have fhed my Blood, Bru. You fpeak o'th' People, as if you were a God Cor. Cor. Choler! were I as patient as the midnight Sleep, By Jove, 'twould be my Mind. Sic. It is a Mind that fhall remain a Poifon Where it is, not poifon any further. Cor. Shall remain? Hear you this Triton of the Minnoues? Mark you His abfolute Shall? Com. 'Twas from the Canon. Cor. Shall !----O God!--but moft unwife Patricians; why That with his peremptory Shall, being but Com. Well-on to th' Market-place. Cor. Who ever gave that Counfel, to give forth The Corn o'th' Storehouse, gratis, as 'twas us'd Sometime in Greece Men. Well, well, no more of that. Cor. Though there the People had more abfolute Power; I fay, they nourish'd Difobedience, fed the ruin of the State. Bru. Why fhall the People give, One that fpeaks thus, their Voice? Cor. Cor. I'll give my Reafons, More worthy than their Voices. They know the Corn Thus we debafe Call our Cares, Fears; which will in time Break open the Locks o'th' Senate, and bring in Men. Come, enough. Bru. Enough, with over-measure.' Cor. No, take more. What may be fworn by, both Divine and Human, Of general Ignorance, it must omit Real Neceffities, and give way the while To unftable Slightnefs: Purpofe fo barr'd, it follows, you, Nothing is done to purpofe. Therefore, befeech Mangles Mangles true Judgment, and bereaves the State Sic. H'as fpoken like a Traitor, and shall answer Cor. Thou Wretch! defpight o'er-whelm thee !--- When what's not meet, but what muft be, was Law, Bru. Manifeft Treafon Sic. This a Conful? No. Enter an Ædile. Bru. The Ædiles, ho; let him be apprehended. A Foe to th' Publick Weal. All. We'll furety him. 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 respect. Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your Power. Bru. Seize him, Ædiles. All. Down with him, down with him. 2 Sen. Weapons, Weapons, Weapons; [They all bustle about Coriolanus. Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens- what hoe Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens. All. Peace, peace, peace, ftay, hold, peace. VOL. IV. Ee Mei. 1954 Men. What is about to be ?—I am out of BreathConfufion's near-I cannot speak.-You-Tribunes To th' People----Coriolanus---- patience---speak, 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. Bru. By the confent of all, we were established the Peo ples Magiftrates. 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, Martins is worthy Of prefent Death, Sic. Therefore lay hold on him; Bear him to th' Rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into Deftruction caft him. 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 redrefs. Bru. Sir, thofe cold ways, That feem like prudent helps, are very poysonous, Where |