Ed. 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 Edile. Put him to choler ftraight; he hath been us'd Ever to conquer, and to have his word, Of contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot What's in his heart; and That is there, which looks Enter Coriolanus, Menenius and Cominius with others. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly, I do befeech you. Cor. Ay, as an hoftler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the Knave by th' volume:- The honour'd Gods Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Juftice Supply with worthy men, plant love amongst you, Throng our large Temples with the fhews of peace, And not our freets with war! 1 Sen. Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish. Enter the Edile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye People. Ed. Lift to your Tribunes: audience; Peace, I fay. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho. Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this prefent? Muft all determine here? Sic. I do demand, If you fubmit you to the People's voices, To fuffer lawful Cenfure for fuch faults Cor. I am content. Men. Men. Lo, Citizens, he fays, he is content: Cor. Scratches with briars, fcars to move Laughter only. Men. Confider further: That when he speaks not like a Citizen, Com. Well, well, no more.. Cor. What is the matter, That being paft for Conful with full voice, Sic. Answer to us. Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought fo. Sic We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take For which you are a traitor to the People. Men. Nay, temperately: your promise. Cor. The fire's i' th' loweft hell fold in the people! Call me their traitor! thou injurious Tribune! Within thine eyes fat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers; I would say, Thou lieft, unto thee, with a voice as free, As I do pray the Gods. Sic. Mark you this, people? All. To th' Rock with him. Sic. Peace: We need not lay new matter to his charge: What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, Beating your Officers, curfing yourselves, VOL. VIII. D Opposing Oppofing laws with strokes, and here defying Bru. But fince he hath Cor. What do you prate of service ? Cor. You? Men. Is this the promife that you made your Mother? Com. Know, I pray you→ Cor. I'll know no farther: Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Sic. For that he has (As much as in him lies) from time to time That do diftribute it; in the Name o' th' People, From off the Rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's Gates. I' th' People's Name, I fay, it fhall be fo. All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him He's banish'd, and it shall be so. away: Com. Hear me, my Masters, and my common Friends Sic. He's fentenc'd: no more hearing. Com. Let me fpeak: I I have been Conful, and can fhew for Rome Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd As enemy to the People and his Country. It fhall be fo. All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo. Cor. You common cry of curs, whose breath I · hate, As reek o' th' rotten fenns; whofe loves I prize, That do corrupt my air: I banish you: Let every feeble rumour fhake your hearts; [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. with all defpight Sic. Go fee him out at gates, and follow him All. Come, come; let us fee him out at the gates; Before the Gates of ROME. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome. COME, CORIOLANUS. OME, leave your tears: a brief farewel: the beaft With many heads butts me away. heads butts me away. Nay, mother, Where is your ancient Courage? you were us'd To fay, Extremity was the trier of fpirits, That common chances common men could bear; Vir. O heav'ns! O heav'ns! Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee, woman Vol. Now the red peftilence ftrike all trades in Rome, And occupations perifh! Cor. What! what! what! I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav'd Droop |