Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, All will be naught elfe. 2 Sen. Get you gone. Com. Stand faft, 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, Men. For 'tis a fore, You cannot tent your felf; begone, 'beseech you. 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:) 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 felf take up a brace o'th' best of them; yea, the two Tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; Men. Pray you, be gone: I'll try, if my old wit be in requeft With those that have but little; this must be patcht With cloth of any colour. Com. Come, away. [Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius. 1 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 tongus must vent; 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. VOL. VI F [A noife within. Men Men, I would, they were in Tyber. What, the ven geance, Could he not speak 'em fair? Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble again. That would depopulate the city, and Men. You worthy Tribunes Sic. He fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock Which he fo fets at nought. I Cit. He hall well know, the noble Tribunes are The people's mouths, and we their hands. All. He fhall, be sure 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 worthinefs, So can I name his faults Sic. Conful! what Conful! -- Men. The Conful Coriolanus. All. No, no, no, no, no. [people, Men. If by the Tribunes leave, and yours, good I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two; Sic. Speak briefly then, For we are peremptory to dispatch This viperous traitor; to eject him hence, (24) Were but one danger, and to keep him here Werc Our certain Death;] This Reading, which has obtain'd in the A printed Were but our danger; and to keep him here, Men. Now the good Gods forbid, That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude Sic. He's a difeafe that must be cut away. A brand to th' end o'th' world. Sic. This is clean kamme, aski Bru. Meerly awry: when he did love his Country, It honour'd him. Men. The fervice of the foot Being once gangreen'd, it is not then refpected; Bru. We'll hear no more. Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Men, One word more, one word: This tiger-footed rage, when it fhall find The harm of unskann'd fwiftness, will (too late) And fack great Rome with Romans. Bru. If 'twere fo Sic. What do ye talk printed Copies, deftroys that Climax which evidently feems deign'd here, and flattens the Sentiment. In my Opinion, the Tribune "To banish him, will be hazardous to Us; to let him re would fay, F 2 Have Have we not had a taste of his obedience? Men. Confider this; he hath been bred i'th' wars 1 Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course Be you then as the people's officer. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the forum; we'll attend you there, Where, if you bring not Marcius, & we'll proceed In our first way. Men. I'll bring him to you. Let me defire your company; he must come, 1 Sen. Pray, let's to him. TOY DOT [Exeunt. SCENE changes to CORIOLANUS's House. Cor. Enter Coriolanus, with Nobless ab LET them pull all about mine ears, prefent me Death on the wheel, or at wild horfes heels, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian Rock, That the precipitation might down ftretch Be thus to them. Noble. You do the nobler. Cor. I mufe, my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To call them woollen vaffals, things created To speak of Peace or War; (I talk of you) The man I am. Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir, I would have had you put your Power well on, Cor. Let it go. Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With striving less to be fo. Leffer had been (25) Cor. Let them hang. Vol. Ay, and burn too. Enter Menenius, with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you've been too rough, fome thing too rough: You must return, and mend it. Sen. There's no remedy, Unless, by not fo doing, our good City Vol. Pray, be counsell'd; I have a heart as little apt as yours, Men. Well faid, noble woman; The Things that thwart your Difpofitions,] The old Copies exhibit it, The Things of your Difpofitions A few Letters replac'd, that by tome Carelefnefs drop'd out, restore Us the Poet's genuine Reading; The Thwartings of your Difpofitions. F 3 7 "Before |