Sie. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procur'd, Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here. Sic. Have you collected them by tribes? Sic. Affemble prefently the people hither, And, when they hear me fay, It shall be so, I' th' right and ftrength o' th' commons; (be it either And power i' th' truth o' th' caufe. Ed. I will inform them. Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd Inforce the prefent execution Of what we chance to sentence. Ed. Very well. Sic. Make them be ftrong, and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give't them. Bru. Go about it. [Exit Edile. Put him to choler ftreight; he hath been us'd Of contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with others Men. Calmly, I do befeech you.. Cor. Ay, as an hoftler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by th' volume:-The honour'd gods Keep Rome in fafety, and the chairs of justice Supply with worthy men, (30) plant love amongst you, Throng -plant love among you (30) And not our freets with war.] Though this be the reading of all the copies,, it is flat nonfenfe. There is no verb either expreft, Throng our large temples with the fhews of peace, And not our ftreets with war! 1 Sen. Amen, amen. Men. A noble wish. Enter the Edile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye people. Ed. Lift to your tribunes: audience; Peace, I fay. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho. Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this prefent Muft all dete mine here? Sic. I do demand, If you fubmit you to the people's voices, To fuffer lawful cenfure for fuch faults Cor. I am content. Men. Lo, citizens, he fays, he is content: Cor. Scratches with briars, fears to move laughter only. That when he speaks not like a citizen, You find him like a foldier; (31) do not take o underflood, that can govern the latter part of the fentence. I have no doubt of my emendation reftoring the text rightly, because Mr Warburton ftarted the fame conjecture, unknowing that I had middled with the paffage. - do not take (31) his rougher actions for malicious founds:] I have no manner of apprehenfion how a man's actions can be mistaken for words. It would be very abfurd, as well as extraordinary, were I to do a faucy thing in company, for the perfon offended to tell me, Sir, you give me very impudent language. This would be, certainly, taking actions for founds :-We may remember, a roughness of accent was one of Coriolanus's diftinguishing characteristicks. I corrected this paffage in the appendix to my SHAKESPEARE reflor'd, and Mr. Pope has embraced it in his last edition. But, But, as I fay, fuch as become a soldier. Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter,. That being paft for conful with full voice, Sic. Anfwer to us. Cor. Say then 'tis true, I ought fo. Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all feafon'd office, and to wind Yourself unto a power tyrannical; For which you are a traitor to the people. Men. Nay, temperately: your promife. Cor. The fires i' th' loweft hell fold in the people! Call me their traitor! thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes fate twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers; I would fay, Thou lieft, unto thee, with a voice as free, As I do pray the gods. Sic. Mark you this, people? All. To th' rock with him. Sic. Peace: We need not put new matter to his charge: Deferves th' extreameft death. Bru. But fince he hath Serv'd well for Rome Cor. What do you prate of service? Cor. You? Men. Is this the promise, that you made your mother? Com. Know, I pray you Cor. I'll know no farther: Let Let them pronounce the fleep Tarpeian death, Sic. For that he has (As much as in him lies) from time to time From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's gates. I' th' people's name, 1 fay, it shall be fo All. It shall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him away: He's banifh'd, and it fhall be fo. Com. Hear me, my mafters, and my common friends- (32) I have been conful, and can fhew for Rome My country's good, with a refpect more tender, (32) I have been conful, and can sherv from Rome Her enemies marks upon me?] How, from Rome did he receive hofile marks from his own country? no fuch thing: he receiv'd them in the fervice of Rome. Sc, twice in the beginning of next act, it is fard of Coriolanus; Had'st thou foxfhip To banish him, that ftruck more blows for Rome, And again; Good man! the wounds that he does bear for Rome! Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banish'd As enemy to the people, and his country. It fhall be fo. All. It shall be so, it shall be so. hearts; Cor. You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate, As reek o' th' rotten fens; whofe loves I prize, As the dead carcaffes of unburied men, That do corrupt my air: I banish you. And here remain with your uncertainty; Let every feeble rumour shake your Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into defpair: have the power still To banish your defenders, till at length, Your ignorance (which finds not, till it feels; Making but refervation of yourselves Still your own enemies) deliver you, As moft abated captives, to fome nation That won you without blows. Defpifing then For you, the city, thus I turn my back: There is a world elfewhere [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. [The people fhout, and throw up their caps. Adile. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! All. Our enemy is banifh'd; he is gone! hoo! hoo! Sic. Go fee him out at gates, and follow him As he hath follow'd you; with all defpight Give him deferv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city. All. Come, come; let's fee him out at the gates; come The gods preferve our noble tribunes !-come. [Exeunt ACT |