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Sic. Have you collected them by tribes ?
Æd.

I have.
Sic. Assemble presently the people hither:
And when they hear me say, It shall be so
l' the right and strength o' the commons, be it either
For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them,
If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death;
Insisting on the old prerogative
And
power

i' the truth o' the cause. Æd.

I shall inform them. Bru. And when such time they have begun to

cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd
Enforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence.
Æd.

Very well.
Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this

hint, When we shall hap to give't them. Bru.

Go about it.

[Exit Ædile. Put him to choler straight: He hath been usd Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Of contradiction: Being once chaf'd, he cannot Be rein’d again to temperance; then he speaks What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks With us to break his neck.

Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators, and

Patricians. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men.

Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by the volume.—The honour'd

gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Supply'd with worthy men! plant love among us! Throng our large temples with the shows of

peace, And not our streets with war! 1 Sen.

Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish.

If you

Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens. Sic.

Draw near, ye people. Æd. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, I

say. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri.

Well, say.—Peace, ho. Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this pre

sent?
Must all determine here?
Sic.

I do demand,
submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov’d upon you?
Cor.

I am content.
Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content:
The warlike service he has done, consider;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which show

i' the holy churchyard. Cor.

Scratches with briars, Scars to move laughter only. Men.

Consider further,

Like graves

That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier: Do not take
His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier, ,
Rather than envy you.
Com

Well, well, no more.
Cor. What is the matter,
That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again?
Sic.

Answer to us.
Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so.
Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to

take
From Rome all season'd office, and to wind
Yourself into a power tyrannical;
For which, you are a traitor to the people.

Cor. How! Traitor?
Men. Nay; temperately: Your promise.
Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the

peo-
ple!
Call me their traitor!—Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say,
Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods.
Sic.

Mark you this, people? Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with

him ! Sic.

Peace.
We need not put new matter to his charge:

What you have seen him do, and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great power must try him; cven this,
So criminal, and in such capital kind,
Deserves the extremest death.
Bru.

But since he hath
Serv'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 further:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying; 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 have't with saying, Good morrow.
Sic.

For that he has
(As much as in him lies) from time to time
Envy'd against the people, seeking means
To pluck away their power; as now at last
Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
That do distribute it; In the name o' the people,
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
Even from this instant, banish him our city;
In peril of precipitation

From off the rock Tarpeian, never more
To enter our Rome gates: l’ the people's name,
I
say,

it shall be so.
Cit.

It shall be so,
It shall be so; let him away: he's banishd,
And so it shall be.
Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common

friends ;--
Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing.
Com.

Let me speak:
I have been consul, and can show from Rome,
Her enemies' marks upon me.

I do love
My country's good, with a respect more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
And treasure of my loins: then if I would
Speak that-

Sic. We know your drift: Speak what?
Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is ba-

nishid,
As enemy to the people, and his country:
It shall be so.
Cit.

It shall be so, it shall be so.
Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I

hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts !
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still

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