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Bru. The Ædiles, ho! let him be apprehended.

[Ædiles enter. 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.

[Laying bold on Coriolanus, Cor. Hence, old goat ! All. We'll surety him. Com. Ag'd Sir, hands off.

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

Enter a Rabble of Plebeians, with the Ædiles. Men. On both sides, more respect. Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your

power. Bru. Seize him, Ædiles. All. Down with him, down with him! 2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons!

[They all bustle about Coriolanus. Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens what hoc Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, citizens !

All. Peace, peace, peace, stay, hold, peace!

Men. What is about to be? I am out of breath ; Confusion's near, I cannot speak. You Tribunes, Coriolanus, patience; speak, Sicinius.

Sic. Hear me, people peace.
All. Let's hear our Tribune; peace; speak, speaky

Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties :
Marcius would have all from you : Marcius,
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.
Sis. What is the city, but the people ?
All. True, the people are the city.
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The people's magistrates.

All. You so remain.
Men. And so are like to do.

Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat 3
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

Sic. This deserves death. 1.

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

Men. Hear me one word; beseech-you, Tribunes, hear 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, those 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: draws his sword.

Cor. No; I'll-dye here...30
There's some among you have beheld me fighting,
Come try upon your selves, what you have féen me.
Men. Down with that sword; Tribunes, withdraw

a while.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.

Men. Help Marcius, help — you that be noble, help him young and old. All. Down with him, down with him. [Exeunt. [In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the

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Men. Go, get you to your house ; be gone, away, All will be naught else.

2 Sen. Get you gone.
Com. Stand fast, we have as many friends as enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to That?

Sen. The Gods forbid !
I prythee, noble friend, home to thy house,
Leave us to cure this cause.

Men. For ’ris a fore,
You cannot tent your self; begone, 'beseech you.

Com. Come, Sir, along with us.

Men. I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd ;) noc Romans : (as they are

not, Though calved in the porch o’th' Capitol:) Begone, 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 take up a brace o’th' best of them; yea, the two Tribunes.

Coin. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; And manhood is call’d fool'ry, when it stands Againit a falling fabrick. Will you hence, Before the tag return, whose rage

doch rend Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us’d to bear.

Men. Pray you, be gone : min I'll if my old wit

be in request With those that have but little; this must be patcho With cloth of any colour.

Com. Coms, away. (Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius. i Sen. This man has marrd 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 tongus must vent;:: And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.

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Men, I would, they were in Tyber, What, the ven

geance, Could he not speak 'em fair? Enter Brúrusi and Sicinius, with the rabble again.

Sic. Where is this viper, 48,57 That would depopulate the city, and Be every man himself? 9.7

Men. You worthy Tribunes delito

Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock
With rigorous-hands; he-hath 'refifted Law,
And therefore Law shalt scorn him further tryal
Than the severity of publick Power,
Which he so fets at nought.

i Cit. He shall well know, the noble Tribunes are
The people's mouths, and we their hands.
All. He thall, be sure on't.
Men. Sir, Sir,

Sịc. Peace. 2

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 speak;
As I do know the Consul's worthiness,
So can I name his faults in

Sic. Consul! —what Conful!
Men. The Consul Coriolanus.
Bru. He Consul !
All. No, no, no, no, no.

Men. If by the Tribunes leave, and yours, good
I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two;
The which shall turn you to no further harm,
Than so much lofs of time.

Sic. Speak briefly then,
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous traitor; to ejecĖ him hence, (24)

To ejeet him hence
Were but one danger, and to keep him here
Our certain Death;] This Reading, which has obtain'd in the

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Were but our danger ; and to keep him here;
Our certain death; therefore it is decreed,
He dics to night.

Men. Now the good Gods forbid;
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Tow'rds her deferving children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!

Sic. He's a disease that must be cut away.

Men. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off ; to cure it, eafie. .
What has he done to Rome, that's worthy: death?
Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost
(Which I dare vouch, is more than That he hath,
By maný an ounce) he drope it for his Country:
And what is left, to lose it by his Country,
Were to us all that do't, and suffer its
A brand to th' end o'th' world.

Sic. This is clean kamme. di

Bru, Meerly awry: when he did love his Country,
It honour'd him.

Men. The service of the foot,
Being once gangreen’d, it is not then respected,
For what before it.

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Bru. We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence ;
Left his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.

Men, One word more, one word :
This tiger-footed rage, when it Thall find
The hárm of unskann d swiftness, will too late)
Tye leaden pounds to’s

heels. Proceed by process,
Left Parties (as he is belov'd) break out,
And fack great Rome with Romans.

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