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To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither supream, how soon confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by th’ other.

Com. Well -- on to th’market-place.

Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o'th' storehouse gratis, as 'twas us’d Sometime in Greece

Men. Well, well, no more of that,

Cor. Though there the people had more absolute power ;
I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.

Bru. Shall th’ people give,
One that speaks thus, their voice ?

Cor. I'll give my reasons,
More worthy than their voice. They know the corn
Was not their recompence, resting well affur'd
They ne'er did service for’t; being prest to th' war,
Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,
They would not thread the gates : this kind of service
Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i'th' war,
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they shew'd
Moft valour, spoke not for them. Th’accusation
Which they have often made against the Senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the native
Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bosom multiplied digest
The Senate's courtefie ? let deeds express
What's like to be their words - we

did request it
We are the greater pall, and in true fear
They gave us our demands. Thus we debase
The nature of our seats, and make the rabble
Call our cares, fears; which will in time break ope
The locks o'th' Senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles

Men. Come, enough, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over measure,

Cor. No, take more.
What may be sworn by, both divine and human,

Seal

Seal what I end witbal! This double worship,
Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom,
Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
Of gen'ral ignorance, it must omit
Real necessities, and gave way the while
T' unstable Nightness ; 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
More than you do the change of't; that prefer
A noble life before a long, and with
To vamp a body with a dangerous phyfick,
That's sure of death without,) at once pluck out
The multitudinous tongue, let them not lick
The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state
Of that integrity which should become it :
Not having power to do the good it would
For th' ill which doth controul it.

Bru. H’as said enough.

Sic. H’as spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
As traitors do.

Cor. Thou wretch! despight 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 must be, was law,
Then were they chosen ; in a better hour,
Let what is meet, be said, That must be law,
And throw their power i'th'duft.

Bru. Manifest treason
Sic. This a Consul ? no.
Bru. The Ædiles, ho ! let him be apprehended.

Sic. Go, call the people, in whose name my self
Attach thee as a traiterous innovator :
A foe to th' publick weal. Obey I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer. L.aying hold on Coriolanus.

Cor. Hence, old goat!
All. We'll surety him.

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Com. Hold, aged Sir, hands off.

Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.
Sic. Help me, citizens.

SCENE II.
Enter a Rabble of Plebeians with tbe Ædiles.
Men. On both sides more respect.
Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your poweré
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
Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens!

All. Peace, peace, peace, ftay, 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, ho! speak, speak,

speak.
Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties :
Martius would have all from you: Martius,
Whom late you nam'd for Consul.

Men. Fie, fie, fie,
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 ?
All. True, the people are the city.

Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magistrates.

All. You so remain,
Men. And so 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 diftinétly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

Sic. This deserves death.

Bru. Or let us stand to our authority,
Or let us lose it ; we do here pronounce,
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Upon the part o'th' people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Martius 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, Martius, yield.

Men. Hear me one word, 'beseech you,
Ye Tribunes, bear 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, these 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. No, l'll die here;

[Drawing bis Sword,
There's some among you have bebeld me fighting,
Come try upon your selves what you have seen me.
Mon. Down with that sword ; 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 house; be gone, away,
All will be naught else.

2. Sen. Get you gone, away!
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 case.

Men. For 'tis a sore
You cannot tent your felf; begone, ’beseech you.

Cons

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. I could my self, I think, take up a brace O'th' best of them, yea, even the two Tribunes,

Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick, And manhood is callid fool'ry when it stands Against a falling fabrick. Will you hence, Before the tag return, whose rage doth rend

'Y Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us’d to bear ?

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
With cloth of any colour.
Com. Come away:

[Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius.

SC EN E IV.
I Sen. 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'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 within Here's goodly work.

2 Sen. I would they were a-bed.

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 shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rocks
With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law,
And therefore law shall scorn him further tryal

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