Than the feverity of publick power, Which he fo fets at nought. Cit. He fhall well know the noble Tribunes are The people's mouths, and we their hands. All. He fhall, Be fure on't. Men. Sir, Sir, Sic. Peace. Men. Do not cry havock, where you should but hunt With modeft warrant. Sic. Sir, how comes it you Have holp to make this rescue ? Men. Hear me fpeak; As I do know the Conful's worthiness, Sic. Conful!--what Conful? All. 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, Than fo much lofs of time. Sic. Speak briefly then, For we are peremptory to dispatch This viperous traitor; to eject him hence Men. Now the good Gods forbid, That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Sic. He's a difeafe that must be cut away. (Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath, By By many an ounce) he dropt it for his country : Sic. This is clean kam. Bru. Meerly awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him. Sic. The fervice of the foot Being once gangreen'd, is is not then refpected Bru. We'll hear no more. Purfue him to his houfe, and pluck him thence, Men. One word more, hear me one word: The harm of unícann'd fwiftnefs, will (too late) Bru. If 'twere fo Sic. What do ye talk? Have we not had a tafte of his obedience? i Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the humane way: the other courfe Be Sic. Noble Menenius, you then as the people's officer. Mafters, lay down your weapons. Bru. Go not home. Sic, Mect on the Forum; we'll attend you there, L 3 Where Where if you bring not Martius, we'll proceed Men. I'll go and bring him to you. Let me defire your company; he must come, Or what is worft will follow. I Sen. Pray let's to him. [To the Senators. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The Houfe of Coriolanus. Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears, prefent me, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, Enter Volumnia. Noble. You do the nobler. Cor. Imufe, my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To fpeak of peace, or war; (I talk of you) [To bis Mother Truly the man I am. Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir, I would have had you put your power well on, Before you had worn it out. Cor. Why let it go Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With ftriving lefs to be fo. Leffer had been The thwartings of your difpofition, if You had not fhew'd them how you were difpos'd Ere they lack'd power to cross you. Cor. Let them hang.. Vel. Ay, and burn too. Exter Enter Menenius with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you've been too rough, fomething too You must return, and mend it. Sen. There's no remedy, Unless, by not fo doing, our good city Cleave in the midft, and perish. I have a heart as little apt as yours, To better vantage. Men. Well faid, noble woman: Before he should thus ftoop to th' herd, but that Cor. What must I do? Men. Return to th' Tribunes. Cor. Well, what then? what then? Men. Repent what you have spoke. Cor. For them? I cannot do it for the Gods, Muft I then do't to them? Vol. You are too abfolute, Tho' therein you can never be too noble, I'th' war do grow together: grant that, and tell me, Cor. Tufh, tufh Men. A good demand. Vol. If it be honour in your wars, to feem Cor. Why force you this? [rough: Vol. Because it lyes on you to fpeak to th' people : Not by your own inftruction, nor by th' matter Which your heart prompts you to, but with fuch words But But roated on your tongue; baftards, and fyllables I would diffemble with my nature, where Your Wife, your Son, these Senators, the Nobles; Men. Noble Lady! Come go with us, fpeak fair: you may falve so Vol. I pr'ythee now, my fon, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand, That will not hold the handling; fay to them, Men. This but done, Ev'n as she speaks, why, all their hearts were your i As words to little purpose. Vol. Pr'ythee now, Go and be rul'd: altho' I know thou'dft rather |