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It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches,
Well,-on to the market-place. Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o'the storehouse gratis, as 'twas us'd Sometime in Greece,
Well, well, no more of that. Cor. (Though there the people had more absolute power,)
I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.
Bru. Why, shall the people give One, that speaks thus, their voice?
I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. They know, the
Was not our recompense; resting well assur'd They ne'er did service for't: Being press'd to the
Even when the navel of the state was touch'd, They would not thread the gates: this kind of
Did not deserve corn gratis: being i' the war,
The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
Cannot conclude, but by the yea and no
Nothing is done to purpose: Therefore, beseech you,
You that will be less fearful than discreet;
To jump a body with a dangerous physick
Of that integrity which should become it;
He has said enough.
Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall an
As traitors do.
Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!— What should the people do with these bald tribunes? On whom depending, their obedience fails
To the greater bench: In a rebellion,
Let what is meet, be said, it must be meet,
Bru. Manifest treason.
Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator,
A foe to the publick weal: Obey, I charge thee, And follow to thine answer.
Aged sir, hands off. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy
Hence, old goat!
Out of thy garments.
Help, ye citizens.
Re-enter Brutus, with the Ediles, and a rabble of
Men. On both sides more respect.
Here's he, that would
Seize him, Ædiles.
Weapons, weapons, weapons! [They all bustle about Coriolanus. Tribunes, patricians, citizens!-what ho!Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, citizens!
Cit. 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 To the people,-Coriolanus, patience:Speak, good Sicinius.
Hear me, people;—Peace. Cit. Let's hear our tribune:-Peace. Speak, speak, speak.
Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties: Marcius would have all from you; Marcius, Whom late you have nam'd for consul.
Men. Fie, fie, fie! This is the way to kindle, not to quench. 1 Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat. Sic. What is the city, but the people?
The people are the city.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates.
Men. And so are like to do.
Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat;
You so remain.
This deserves death.
Therefore, lay hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him.
Ediles, seize him.
Hear me one word.
Edi. Peace, peace.
Men. Be that you seem, truly your country's
And temperately proceed to what you would
Bru. Sir, those cold ways, That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous Where the disease is violent :-Lay hands upon him, And bear him to the rock.
No; I'll die here.
[Drawing his sword. There's some among you have beheld me fighting; Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me,