Men. Do not cry, havock †, where you should but Hear me speak :— Consul?-what consul? He a consul? As I do know the consul's worthiness, I Sic. Men. The consul Coriolanus. Cit. No, no, no, no, no. Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, may be heard, I'd crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm, Sic. Speak briefly then; For we are peremptory, to despatch This viperous traitor: to eject him hence Were but one danger; and, to keep him here Men. Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away. What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? * Be sure on't. VOL. VIII. + The signal for slaughter. Deserving. And, what is left, to lose it by his country, Sic. This is clean kam *. Bru. Merely + awry; when he did love his country, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot, Being once gangren'd, is it not then respected Bru. We'll hear no more : Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence ; Lest his infection, being of catching nature, Spread further. Men. One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness 1, will, too late, Tie leaden pounds to his heels. Proceed by process ; Lest parties (as he is belov'd) break out, And sack great Rome with Romans. Bru. Sic. What do ye talk? If it were so,— Have we not had a taste of his obedience? Our Ediles smote? ourselves resisted?-Come :Men. Consider this ;-He has been bred i'the wars Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd 1 Sen. Sic. Noble Menenius, Be you then as the people's officer: * Quite awry. + Absolutely. § Finely sifted. Inconsiderate haste. Masters, lay down your weapons. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place:-We'll attend you there; Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed In our first way. Men. I'll bring him to you : Let me desire your company. [To the Senators.] He must come, Or what is worst will follow. 1 Sen. Pray you, let's to him. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in Coriolanus's house. Enter Coriolanus, and Patricians. Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels ; 1 Pat. Enter Volumnia. You do the nobler. Cor. I muse * , my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont [To Volumnia. Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me * Wonder. + Rank. |