40 To jump a body with a dangerous physick Not having the power to do the good it would, Bru. He has said enough. Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do. Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee!- When what's not meet, but what must be, was law, Bru. Manifest treason. Sic. This a consul? no. Bru. The ædiles, ho!-Let him be apprehended. Sic. Go, call the people; [Exit Brutus.] in whose name, myself Attach thee, as a traitorous innovator, A foe to the publick weal: Obey, I charge thee, And follow to thine answer. Cor. Hence, old goat! *** Aged sir, hands off. Sen. and Pat. We'll surety him. Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy garments. Help, ye citizens. Re-enter BRUTUS, with the Ediles, and a rabble of Cit. Down with him, down with him! [Several speak. 2 Sen. 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. Sic. Hear me, people; -Peace. Cit. Let's hear our tribune:-Peace. Speak, speak, speak. Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties: Whom late you have nam'd for consul. This is the way to kindle, not to quench. Fie, fie, fie! 1 Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat. Sic. What is the city, but the people? The people are the city. True, う Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates. Cit. You so remain. Men. And so are like to do. Cor. That is the way to lay the city flat; To bring the roof to the foundation; And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin. Sic. This deserves death. Bru. Or let us stand to our authority, Upon the part o'the people, in whose power We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death. Sic. Therefore, lay hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Bru. Ædiles, seize him. Cit. Yield, Marcius, yield. Hear me one word. Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. Edi. Peace, peace. Men. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend, And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. Bru. Sir, those cold ways, J That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous And bear him to the rock. No; I'll die here. [Drawing his sword. There's some among you have beheld me fighting; Bru. Lay hands upon him. Help, help Marcius! help, You that be noble; help him, young, and old! Cit. Down with him, down with him! [In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ediles, and the people, are beat in. Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, The gods forbid! Men. For 'tis a sore upon us, Men. Shall it be put to that? 1 Sen. I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause. You cannot tent yourself: Begone, 'beseech you. Com. Come, sir, along with us. Cor. I would they were barbarians, (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd,) not Romans, (as they are not, Though caly'd i' the porch o' the Capitol,) Men. Be gone; Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; One time will owe another1. Cor. I could beat forty of them. On fair ground, I could myself Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick; And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands Against a falling fabrick.---Will you hence, Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear What they are us'd to bear. Men. / Pray you, be gone: I'll try whether my old wit be in request With cloth of any colour. Nay, come away. [Excunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and Others. 1 Pat. 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 his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death. [A noise within. Here's goodly work! 2 Pat. I would they were a-bed! |