Imatges de pÓgina

Revoke your ignorant election :
Enforce his pride, and his old hate to you :
Besides, forget not,
With what contempt he wore the humble weed,
How in his fuit he scorn'd you : but your loves
Thinking upon his services, took from you
The apprehension of his present portance,
Which gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After th' inveterate hate he bears to you.

Bru, Nay, lay a fault on us, your Tribunes, that
We labour'd, no impediment between,
But that you must cast your election on him.

Sic. Say, you chose him more after our commandment,
Than guided by your own affections,
And that your minds, pre-occupied with what
You rather must do, than with what you should do,
Made you against the grain to voice him Consul.
Lay the fault on us.

Bru. Ay, {pare us not : say, we read lectures to you,
How youngly he began to serve his country,
How long continued, and what stock ne springs of,

The noble house of Martius ; from whence came
That Ancus Martius, Numa's daughter's son,
Who after great Hoftilius, here was King :
Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,
That our best water brought by conduits hither.
And Censorinus, darling of the people,
(And nobly nam'd so for twice being censor)
Was his great ancestor.*

Sic. One thus descended,
That had beside well in his person wrought,
To be set high in place, we did commend

To your remembrances ; but you have found,
Scaling his present bearing with his paft,

* Plutarch in his account of the Martian family enumerates the several great men who had sprung from it, in which lift itand Pub. lius Martius and Quintus Mintius and Cenforinus ; who, though they lived before Plutarch, came after Cor olunus. Shakespear therefore by copying Plutarch too closely and hantily hath fallen into this inade vertence of making a cotemporary with Coriolanus mention the men who lived long aficr him,


That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke
Your sudden approbation.

Bru. Say, you ne'er had done't,
(Harp on that fill) but by our putting on ;
And presently, when you have drawn your number,
Repair to th' Capitol.

All. We will ; almoft all
Repent in their election.

[Exeunt Citizens,
Bru. Let 'em go on :
This mutiny, were better put in hazard,
Than Atay past doubt for greater :
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage
With their refusal, both observe and answer
The vantage of his anger.

Sic. Come ; to th. Capitol.
We will be there before the stream o' th' people :
And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,
Which we have goaded onward.


ACT III. SCENE I. Rome, Cornets.' Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius,

Titus Lartius, and other Senators. Cor.

*Ullus Aufidius then had made new head ?

. which

Our swifter composition.

(caus'd Cor. So then the Volscians stand but as at first, Ready when time shall prompt them, to make inroad Upon's again.

Com. They're worn, Lord Consul, so, That we shall hardly in our ages see Their banners wave again.

Cor. Saw you Aufidius ?

Lar. On safe-guard he came to me, and did curse
Against the Volscians, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town ; he is retir’d to Antium,

Cor. Spoke he of me?
Lar. He did, my Lord.
Cor. How ! what?

Lar. How often he had met you sword to sword :
That of all things upon the earth he hated


Your person moft : that he would pawn his fortuner,
To hopeless restitution, fo he might
Bé call’d your vanquisher.

Cor. At Antium lives he?
Lar. At Antium.

Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.

Enter Sicinus and Brutus.
Behold, these are the Tribunes of the people,
The tongues o' th' common mouth : I do despise them,
For they do prank them in authority
Against all noble fufferance.
Sic. Pass no further.
Cor. Hah! - what is that !
Bru. It will be dangerous to go on to further
Cor. What makes this change ?
Men. The matter ?
Com. Hath he not pass'd the Nobles and the Commons ?
Bru. Cominius, no.
Cor. Have I had childrens voices ?
Sen. Tribunes, give way ; he shall to th'market-place,
Bru. The people are incens'd against him.

Sic. Stop,
Or all will fall in broil,

Cor. Are these your herd ?
Must these have voices, that can yield them now,
And straight disclaim their tongues? what are your offices ?
You being theis mouths, why rule you not their teeth
Have you not set them on?

Men. Be calm, be calm.

Cor. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the Nobility:
Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule,
Nor ever will be rul'd.

Bru. Call’t not a plot ;
The people cry you mock'd them; and of late,
When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd,
Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd thema
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness,


Cor. Why, this was known before.
Bru. Not to them all.
Cor. Have you inform’d them fince ?
Bru, How! I inform them!
Cor. Yes, you are like enough to do such business.
Bru. Not unlike, either way, to better you.

Cor. Why then should I be Conful ? by yond clouds,
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your Fellow-Tribune.

Sic. You shew too much of that,
For which the people stir; if you will pass
To where you're bound, you must enquire your way,
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
Or never be so noble as a Consul,
Nor yoke with him for Tribune. :

Men, Let's be calm.

Com. The people are abus'd, set on ; this paltring ! Becomes not Rome : nor has Coriolanus

Deserv'd this so dishonour'd rub, laid fally
I'th' plain way of his merit.

Cor. Tell me of corn!
This was my speech, and I will speak’t again

Men. Not now, not now.
Sen. Not in this heat, Sir, now.

Cor. Now as I live, I will -
As for my nobler friends, I crave their pardons :
But for the mutable rank-scented Many,
Let them regard me, as I do not flatter,
And there behold themselves : I say again,
In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our Senate
The cockle of rebellion, insolence, fedition,
Which we our selves have plow'd for, sow'd and scatter'd,
By mingling them with us, the honour'd number ;
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which we have given to beggars.

Men. Well, no more
Sen. No more words, we beseech you

Cor. How !-- no more!
As for my country I have shed my blood,


Not fearing outward force; fo fhall my lungs
Coin words 'till their decay, against those mealles
Which we disdain should tetter us, yet feek
The very way to catch them,

Bru. You speak o'th' people, Sir, as if you were,
A God to punish, not as being a man
Of their infirmity.

Sic. 'Twere well we let
The people know't.

Men. What, what! his choler

Cor. Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Joue, 'twould be my mind.

Sic. It is a mind
That shall remain a poison were it is,
Not poison any further.

Cor. Sball remain ?
Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? mark you
His absolute shall ?

Com, 'Twas from the canon.

Cor. Sball ?
O good but most unwife Patricians, why,
You grave but reckless Senators, have you thas
Given Hydra here to chuse an officer,
That with his peremptory fhall, being but
The horn and noise o th' monsters, wants not {pirit
To say, he'll turn your current in a ditch,
And make your channel his ? if they have power,
Let them have cushions by you : if none, awake
Your dang’rous lenity : if you are learned,
Be not as common fools : if you are not,
Then vail your ignorance. You are plebeians
If they be Senators; and they are no less,
When, both your voices blended, the greatest talte
Most palates theirs. They chuse their magiftrate,
And such a one as he, who puts his fpall,
His popular shall, against a graver bench
Than ever frown'd in Greece. By Jove himself,
It makes the Consuls bafe ; and my soul akes

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