Sie. Have you a catalogue

Of all the voices that we have procur'd,
Set down by th' poll?

Ed. I have; 'tis ready, here.

Sic. Have you collected them by tribes?
Ed. I have.

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
For death, for fine, or banishment,) then let them,
If I fay fine, cry fine; if death, cry death;
Infifting on the old prerogative

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
Ever to conquer, and to have his word

Of contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temp'rance; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with others
Sic. Well, here he comes.

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)
Through our large temples with the foeras of peace,

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,
Allow their officers, and are content

To fuffer lawful cenfure for fuch faults
As shall be prov'd upon you?

Cor. I am content.

Men. Lo, citizens, he fays, he is content:
The warlike fervice he has done, confider;
Think on the wounds his body bears, which fhew
Like graves i' th' holy church-yard.

Cor. Scratches with briars, fears to move laughter only.
Men Confider further:

That when he speaks not like a citizen,

You find him like a foldier; (31) do not take
His rougher accents for malicious founds:

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.
Rather than envy, you--

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,.

That being paft for conful with full voice,
I'm fo dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again?

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.
Cor. How? traitor?-

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:
What you have seen him do, and heard him fpeak,
Beating your officers, curfing yourselves,
Oppofing laws with ftrokes, and here defying
Thofe whofe great power must try him, even this
So criminal, and in fuch capital kind,

Deferves th' extreameft death.

Bru. But fince he hath

Serv'd well for Rome

Cor. What do you prate of service?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.

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,
Vagabond exile, fleaing, pent to linger
But with a grain a-day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have't with faying, good-morrow.

Sic. For that he has

(As much as in him lies) from time to time
Envy'd against the people; feeking means
To pluck away their power; as now at last
Giv'n hoftile ftrokes, and that not in the prefence
Of dreaded juftice, but on the ministers
That do diftribute it; in the name o' th' people,
And in the power of us the tribunes, we
(Ev'n from this inftant) banish him our city;
In peril of precipitation

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-
Sic. He's fentenc'd: no more hearing.
Con. Let me fpeak:

(32) I have been conful, and can fhew for Rome
Her enemies marks upon me. I do love

My country's good, with a refpect more tender,
Mre holy, and profound, than mine own life,
My dear wife's eftimate, her womb's increase,
And treasure of my loins: then if I would
Speak that-

(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,
Than thou haft fpoken words?

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

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