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Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Titus Lartius, Senators, and Patricians.
Cor. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head? Tit. He had, my lord; and that it was, which caus'd
Our swifter composition.
Cor. So then the Volces stand but as at first; Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road Upon's again.
Saw you Aufidius? Tit. On safe-guard he came to me; and did
Against the Volces, for they had so vilely
He did, my lord.
How? what? Tit. How often he had met you, sword to sword:
That, of all things upon the earth, he hated
most: that he would pawn his fortunes
Tit. At Antium.
Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully.-Welcome home.
At Antium lives he?
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Behold! these are the tribunes of the people, The tongues o' the common mouth. I do despise them;
For they do prank them in authority,
Against all noble sufferance.
Cor. Ha! what is that?
Go on: no further.
Pass no further.
It will be dangerous to
What makes this change?
Com. Hath he not pass'd the nobles, and the commons?
Bru. Cominius, no.
Have I had children's voices? 1 Sen. Tribunes, give way; he shall to the mar
Bru. The people are incens'd against him.
Or all will fall in broil.
Cor. Are these your herd?— Must these have voices, that can yield them now, And straight disclaim their tongues?-What are your offices?
You being their mouths, why rule you not their
Have you not set them on?
Be calm, be calm.
Men. Cor. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility:Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule, Nor ever will be rul'd.
Cor. Why, this was known before.
How! I inform them!
Cor. You are like to do such business.
Each way, to better yours.
Cor. Why then should I be consul? By yon
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.
Sic. You show too much of that, For which the people stir: If you will pass To where you are bound, you must inquire your
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit;
Let's be calm.
Com. The people are abus'd:-Set on.-This palt'ring
Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus.
Not in this heat, sir, now. Cor. Now, as I live, I will.-My nobler friends, I crave their pardons:
For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that Which they have given to beggars.
Well, no more. 1 Sen. No more words, we beseech you. Cor. How! no more? As for my country I have shed my blood, Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs Coin words till their decay, against those meazels, Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought The very way to catch them.
Bru. You speak o' the people, As if you were a god to punish, not A man of their infirmity.
We let the people know't.
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
What, what? his choler?
It is a mind,
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you His absolute shall?
'Twas from the canon.
O good, but most unwise patricians, why,
The horn and noise o'the monsters, wants not spi
Το say, he'll turn your current in a ditch,
His popular shall, against a graver bench