Bru. Ediles, seize him. Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield. Men. Hear me one word. Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. Edi. Peace, peace. Men. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend, And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. Sir, those cold ways Bru. That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous Where the disease is violent:-Lay hands upon him, And bear him to the rock. 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, help, Marcius! help, You that be noble; help him, young, and old! [In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the People, are all beat in. Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, All will be naught else. 2 Sen. Cor. We have as many friends as enemies. Get you gone. Stand fast; The gods forbid ! For 'tis a sore upon us, 1 Sen. I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause. Men. You cannot tent yourself: Begone, 'beseech you. Com. Come, sir, along with us. Cor. I would they were barbarians (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd), not Romans (as they are not, Though calv'd i'the porch o'the Capitol) Men. Be gone; Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; Cor. I could beat forty of them. Men. On fair ground, I could myself Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; Men. Pray you, be gone: I'll try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little; this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour. Com. Nay, come away. [Exeunt COR. COM. and others. 1 Pat. This man has marr'd his fortune. Men. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth; What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever 26 One time will owe another.' I think Menenius means to say, 'Another time will offer when you may be quits with them.' There is a common proverbial phrase, One good turn deserves another.' The lowest of the populace, tag, rag, and bobtail. VOL. VIII. T He heard the name of death. Here's goodly work! 2 Pat. [A noise within. I would they were a-bed! Men. I would they were in Tyber!-What, the vengeance, Could he not speak them fair? Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the Rabble. Sic. Where is this viper, That would depopulate the city, and Men. You worthy tribunes, Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law, And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Than the severity of the public power, Which he so sets at nought. 1 Cit. The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, And we their hands. Cit. Men. Sir, Sic. Peace. He shall well know, He shall, sure on't 2. [Several speak together. Men. Do not cry, havock 29, where you should but hunt With modest warrant. 28 We should probably read : 'He shall, be sure on't.' 29 This signal for general slaughter was not to be pronounced with impunity, but by authority: Item que nul soit si hardy de crier havok, sur peine d'avoir la test coupé.'-Ordinances des Battailles, 9 R. ii. Art. 10. Again, in the Statutes and Ordynaunces of Warre, printed by Pynson, 1513: That no man be so hardy to crye havoke, upon payne of him that is so founde begynner, to dye therfore, and the remenaunt to be emprysoned, and their bodies to be punyshed at the kinges wyll.' paroc, in Saxon, is a hawk, and Mr. Tyrwhitt thinks the cry may have originally been a sporting phrase. See Julius Cæsar, Act iii. Sc. 1, note 17. Sic. Sir, how comes it, that you Have holp to make this rescue? Men. As I do know the consul's worthiness, Sic. Hear me speak: Consul!-what consul? He a consul! Men. The consul Coriolanus. Cit. No, no, no, no, no. Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm 30, 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, He dies to-night. Men. Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away. 30 The which shall turn you to no further harm.' This singular expression occurs again in The Tempest : my heart bleeds : To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to.' 31 Deserved for deserving; as delighted for delighting in Othello, and other similar changes of termination in words of like ending. By many an ounce), he dropp'd it for his country: And, what is left, to lose it by his country, Were to us all, that do't, and suffer it, A brand to the end o'the world. Sic. This is clean kam 32. Bru. Merely 33 awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him. Men. The service of the foot Being once gangren'd, is not then respected Bru. We'll hear no more: Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Men. One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will, too late, 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 In boulted language; meal and bran together He throws without distinction. Give me leave, 32 Kam is crooked. 'Clean contrarie, quite kamme, à contrepoil,' says Cotgrave: and the same worthy lexicographer explains á revers, cross, cleane kamme. Stanyhurst in his Virgil, and the translator of Guzman d Alfarache, have it kim kam :Scinditur studia in contraria vulgus. The wavering commons in kym kam sectes are haled.' The word is to be found in Welsh and Erse: camurus, in Latin, and каμπúλoç, in Greek, have the same meaning, and the whole are doubtless derived from one common parent. 33 i. e. absolutely. |