To know, when two authorities are up, May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take on to th' market-place. Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o' th' ftorehouse gratis, as 'twas us'd Sometime in Greece. Men. Well, well, no more of that. Cor. Though there the people had more abfolute power; I fay, they nourish'd difobedience, fed. The ruin of the state. Bru. Shall th' people give, One that speaks thus, their voice? Cor. I'll give my reafons, More worthy than their voice. They know the corn འ The nature of our feats, and make the rabble To peck the eagles Men. Come, enough, enough. Bru. Enough, with over measure, Cor. No, take more. What may be fworn by, both divine and human, Scal Seal what I end withal! This double worship, Of gen'ral ignorance, it muft omit Real neceffities, and gave way the while T' unstable slightness; purpose fo barr'd, it follows Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, 'befeech you, (You that will be less fearful than discreet, That love the fundamental part of state To vamp a body with a dangerous phyfick, Bru. H'as faid enough. Sic. H'as fpoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do. Cor. Thou wretch! defpight o'er-whelm 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 muft be, was law, And throw their power i'th' duft. Bru. Manifeft treafon Sic. This a Conful? no. Bru. The Adiles, ho! let him be apprehended. A foe to th' publick weal. Obey I charge thee, Cor. Hence, old goat! Laying held on Coriolanus. Com. Hold, aged Sir, hands off. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I fhall shake thy bones Out of thy garments. Sic. Help me, citizens. SCENE II. Enter a Rabble of Plebeians with the Ædiles. Men. On both fides more refpect. Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your powers Bru. Seize him, Ediles. All. Down with him, down with him! 2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons! [They all buffle about Coriolanus. Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens-what hoe- All. Peace, peace, peace, ftay, hold, peace! Sic. Hear me, people-peace, All. Let's hear our Tribune: peace, ho! fpeak, fpeak, speak. Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties: Martius would have all from you: Martius, Whom late you nam'd for Conful. Men. Fie, fie, fie, This is the way to kindle, not to quench. Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat. All. True, the people are the city. Bru. By the confent 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 flat; To bring the roof to the foundation, And bury all, which yet diftinetly ranges, Sic. This deferves death. Bru. Or let us ftand to our authority, Or let us lofe it; we do here pronounce, VOL. VII. L Upon Upon the part o'th' people, in whose power Sic. Therefore lay hold on him; Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence Bru. Ediles, feize him. All Ple. Yield, Martius, yield. Men. Hear me one word, 'befeech you, Ye Tribunes, hear me but a word Ediles. 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, thefe cold ways, That feem like prudent helps, are very poisonous, Cor. No, I'll die here ; [Drawing his Sword. There's fome among you have beheld me fighting, Come try upon your felves what you have seen me. Mon. Down with that fword; Tribunes, withdraw a while, Bru. Lay hands upon him. Men. Help, help Martius, help, You that be noble, help him young and old. All. Down with him, down with him. [In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the People are beat in. SCENE III. Men. Go, get you to your houfe; be gone, away, All will be naught elfe. 2 Sen. Get you gone, away! Com, Stand faft, we have as many friends as enemies. Sen. The Gods forbid ! I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy houfe, Men. For 'tis a fore You cannot tent your felf; begone, 'befeech you. Com 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 : Be gone, be gone, put not your worthy rage Into your tongue, one time will owe another. Cor. On fair ground I could beat forty of them. Men. Pray you be gone : I'll try if my old wit be in request With those that have but little; this must be patcht Com. Come away. [Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius. SCENE IV. I Sen. This man has marr'd his fortune. Or Jove for's power to thunder: his heart's his mouth? And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death. Here's goodly work. 2 Sen. I would they were a-bed. [A noife withins Men. I would they were in Tyber. What the vengeance, Could he not speak 'em fair? 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 fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock L 2 Than |