We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy

Of present death.

Sic. Therefore lay hold on him;

Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into deftruction caft him.

Bru. Ediles feize him.

All Pleb. Yield, Marcius, yield.

Men. Hear me one word; 'beleech you, Tribunes, hear me but one word

Ediles. Peace, peace.

Men. Be that you feem, truly your Country's friends, And temp'rately proceed to what you would

Thus violently redrefs.

Bru. Sir, thofe cold ways,
That feem like pradent helps,
Where the difeafe is violent.
And bear him to the rock.
Cox. No; I'll die here.

are very poisonous, Lay hands on him, [Cor. draws his Sword

There's fome among you have beheld me fighting Come; fry upon yourfelves, what you have feen me. Men. Down with that fword; Tribunes, withdraw a

while.

Bru. Lay hands upon him.

Men. Help Marcius, help

him young and old.

you that be noble, help

[Exeunt.

All. 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 houfe; be gone away, All will be naught elfe.

2 Sen. Get you gone.

Com. Stand faft, we have as many friends, as enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to that?

Sen. The Gods forbid!

I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy houfe,
Leave us to cure this caufe.

Men. For 'tis a fore,

You cannot tent yourfelf; begone, 'beseech you.
Com. Come, Sir, along with us..

Men. I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are,

Though

Though in Rome litter'd ;) not Romans: (as they are not, Though calved in the porch o'th' capitol :)

Be gone, put not your worthy rage into your tongue, One time will owe another.

Cor. On fair ground I could beat forty of them.

Men. I could myself take up a brace o'th" beft of them; yea, the two Tribunes.

Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick :
And manhood is call'd fool'ry, when it ftands
Against a falling fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the tag return, whofe rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
What they are us'd to bear.ka
Men. Pray you, be gone

I'll try, if my old wit be in requeft

With thofe that have but little this mult be patcht With cloth of any colour.

Com. Come, away. [Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius. 1 Sen. This man has marr'd his fortuné.

Men. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,

Or Jove for's power to thunder his heart's his mouth: What his breaft forges, that his tongue iuft vent, And, being angry, does forget that ever

He heard the name of death.hoife within. Here's goodly workei un savastadi

2 Sen. I would they were a-bed.

Men. Iwould theywere inTyber.What,the vengeance, Could he not fpeak em faire benwoner 01014. nathlice aniviclab sar

Enter Brutas and Sicinius, with the rabble again.

Sic. Where is this viper,

That would depopulate the city, and

Be every man himself?

Men. You worthy Tribunes

Sic. He fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
With rigorous hands; he hath refifted law,
And therefore law fhall fcorn him further trial
Than the feverity of public power,

Which he fo fets at nought. bastion?
1 Cit. He fhall well know, the noble Tribunes are
The people's mouths, and we their handse ones s
All. He hall, be fure on tons swo lliw m13 SHO
Men, breed bluos 1 bevorg tich no w
Sic Peace to sopra qusas: Halym blog I

Men. Do not cry havock, where you fhould but bunt With modeft warrant oyad bbo 211 won

Sic. Sir, how comes it, you bliss at boodrem A Have holp to make this refcueda grillet a flusyA Men. Hear me fpeak; odwie gat en stor** As I do know the Conful's worthinessquotes! So can I name his faultsed of blau sis vont rod W Sic. Conful!-what Conful! ad voy yard ha Men. The Conful Coriolanys. w blo ymh yự 21 Br He Conful!l tud avad tedt stedt duw All. No, no, no, no, no pɔlan yes to drop duy Men. If by the Tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two? + The which hall turn you to no further harm, Than fo much lofs of time. 19tish tog blaow sli Sic. Speak briefly then 1970 ter For we are peremptory to difpatch Asdfw This viperous traitor; to eject him hence, (15) Were but our danger; and to keep him here Our certain death; therefore it is decreed, He dies to-night. has gray yad: bloow I mad Men. Now the good Gods forbid, adibo, &N That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude, so Tow'rds her deferving children is enroll'd

In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!

Sic. He's a difeafe that must be cut away.

Were but one danger, and to keep bim bere

A

Our certain Death; This Reading, which has obtained in the printed Copies, deftroys that Climax which evidently feems defigned here, and thereby flattens the Sentiment. In my Opinion, the Tribune would fay, " To banish him, will be hazardous to Us; to let him remain at home, our certain Destruction.”

Men.

Men. Oh, he's a limb, that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.

What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death ?
Killing our enemies, the blood he hath loft
(Which I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an ounce) he dropt it for his country,
And what is left, to lofe it by his country,
Were to us all that do't, and fuffer it,

A brand to th' end o'th' world.

Sic. This is clean kamme. !

Bru. Meerly awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him.

Men. The fervice of the foot

Being once gangreen'd, it is not then refpected
For what before it was-

Bru. We'll hear no more.

Perfue him to his house, and pluck him thence;
Left his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.

Men. One word more, one word:

This tiger-footed rage, when it fhall find

The harm of unfkann'd fwiftnefs, will (too late) Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by procefs, Left parties (as he is belov'd) break out,

And fack great Rome with Romans.

Bru. If 'twere fo

Sic. What do

ye talk? 90

Va эт

Have we not had a tafte of his obedience,
Our Ediles fmote, ourselves refifted? come-
Men. Confider this; he has been bred i'th' wars
Since he could draw a fword, and is ill-school'd
In boulted language; meal and bran together
He throws without diftinction. Give me leave,
I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he fhall anfwer by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmost peril.

1 Sen. Noble, Tribunes,

It is the humane way: the other courfe
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning

Sic. Noble Menenius,

Be you then as the people's officer.
Mafters, lay down your weapons.

Bru. Go not home.

Sic. Meet on the Forum; we'll attend you there, Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed In our first way.

Men. I'll bring him to you,

Let me defire your company; he must come,
Or what is worft will follow.

1 Sen. Pray, let's to him.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to CORIOLANUS's House.

Cor.

L'

Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles.

ET them pull all about mine ears, prefent me Death on the wheel, or at wild horfes' heels, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian, Rock, That the precizitation might down ftretch Below the beam of fight, yet will I fill Be thus to them, wht,

Enter Volumnia, t

Nobl. You do the nobler duw swoh St
Cor. I mufe, my mother

Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vaffals, things created
To buy and fell with groats; to fhew bare heads
In congregations, yawn, be ftill, and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance ftood up

To speak of peace or war; (I talk of you)
Why did you with me milder wou'd you have me
Falfe to my nature rather fay, I play

The man I am.

Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir,

I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.

Cor. Let it go.

Vol. You might have been enough the man you are,