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Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,
(You tiat will be less 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 vamp a body with a dangerous phyfick,
That's fure of death without;) at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick
The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour
Manglis true judgment, and bereaves the state
Of that integrity which should become it:
Not having power to do the good it wvuld,
For th’ill which doth controul it.
Bru. H’as said enough.
Sic. H’as spoken like a traitor, and mall answer
As fraitors do.
Cor. Thou wretch! Despight o'erwhelm 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 meet, 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' th' duft.
Bruha Manifest treason-
Sic. This a consul? no.
Bru. The Ædiles, ho! let him be apprehended.
Sic. Go call the people, in whose name myself.
Attach thee as a traiterous innovator:
A soe to th' publick weal. Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer.
[Laying bold on Coriolanus,
Cor. Hence, old goat !
All. We'll surety him.
Com. Ag'd Sir, hands off.
Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.
Sin 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.
All. Down with him, down with him!
2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons!
[They all buffle about Coriolanus,
Tribunes, patricians, citizens--what hoe
Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, citizens !
All. Peace, peace, peace, stay, hold, peace !
Men. What is about to be? --I am out of breath ;
Confufion's near, I cannot speak.-You tribunes,
Coriolanus, patience; speak, 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 : Marcius would have all from you: Marcius, Whom late you nam'd for consul.
Men. Fy, fy, fy:
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 ?
Ail. True, the people are the city.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magiftrates.
All. You fo remain.
Men. And fo are like to do.
Cor. That is the way to lay the city fat;
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet diftin&tly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
Sic. This deferves death.
Bru. Or let us ftand 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, Marcius is worthy
Of present death.
Sic. Therefore lay hold on him ;
Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.
Bru. Ædiles, seize him.
All Ple. Yield, Marcius, yield.
Men. Hear me one word ; 'beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word
Ædiles. Peace, peace.
Men, Be that you seem, truly your country's friends,
And temp'rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.
Bru. Sir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous,
Where the disease is violent. Lay hands on him,
And bear him to the rock. [Cor. draws his sword.
Cor. No; I'll die here.
There's some among you have beheld me fighting,
Come try upon yourselves, what you have seen me.
Men. Down with that sword; tribunes, withdraw awhile.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.
Men. Help Marcius, help-you that be noble, help
him young and old.
All. Down with him. down with him. [Exeunt.
[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, 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 pr’ythee, noble friend, home to thy house,
Leave us to cure this cause.
Min. For 'tis a sore,
You cannāt tent yourself; begone, 'beseech you.
Com. Come, Sir, along with us.
Men. I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are
Though in Rome litter'd;) not 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.
Cor. On fair ground I could beat forty of them.
Min. I could myself take up a brace oth' beit of them ; yea, the two tribunes.
Com. But now ’tis odds beyond arithmetick;
And manhood is callid fool'ry, when it stands
Againit a falling fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the tag return, whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
What they are us'd to bear.
Mer. Pray you, be gone:
I'll try, if my old wit be in request
With those that have but little ; this must be patcht
With cloth of any colour.
Com. Come, away. [Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius, i Sen. This man has marr'd his fortune.
Men, His nature is too noble for the world : He would not Aatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder : his heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.
[A noise withiri. Here's goodly work.
2 Sen. I would they were a-bed.
Men. I would, they were in Tyber.-What, the venCould he not speak 'em fair ?
[geance, Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble again, Sic. 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
With rigorous hands; he hath refifted law,
And therefore law shall fcorn him further trial
Than the severity of publick power,
Which he so sets at nought.
i Cit. He shall well know, the noble tribunes are The people's mouths, and we their hands.
All. He shall, be sure on't.
Men. Sir, Sir,
Men. Do not cry havock, where you should but hunt With modeft warrant.
Sic. Sir, how comes it, you
Have holp to make this rescue?
Men. Hear me speak;
As I do know the consul's worthiness,
name his faults-
Sic. Consul !-what conful!
Min. The consul Coriolanus.
Bru. He conful!
All. 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 thall turn you to no further harm,
Than so much loss of time.
Sic. Speak briefly then,
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous traitor; to eject him hence, (24)
Were but our danger; and to keep him here,
Our certain death; therefore it is decreed,
He dies to-night.
Men. Now the good gods forbid,
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Tow'rds her deserving children is enrolld
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
Sic. He's a disease that must be cut away:
Men. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death ?'
Killing our enemies, the blood he hath Toft
(Which I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an ounce) he dropt it for his country:
And what is left, to lose it by his country,
To ejeEt bim bence
Were but one danger, and to keep him bere
Our certain death;] This reading, which has obtain'd in the printed copies, destroys that climax which evidently feems design'd here, and flattens the seniment. In my opinion, the tribune would say, “ To banish him, will be hazardous to us; to let him remain ** at home, our certain destruction. VOL. VI.