CORIOLANUS Act 3

Scene I Rome. A street

	[Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the Gentry, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators]
CORIOLANUS	Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
LARTIUS	He had, my lord; and that it was which caused Our swifter composition.
CORIOLANUS	So then the Volsces stand but as at first, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. Upon's again.
COMINIUS	They are worn, lord consul, so, That we shall hardly in our ages see Their banners wave again.
CORIOLANUS	Saw you Aufidius?
LARTIUS	On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.
CORIOLANUS	Spoke he of me?
LARTIUS	He did, my lord.
CORIOLANUS	How? what?
LARTIUS	How often he had met you, sword to sword; That of all things upon the earth he hated Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes To hopeless restitution, so he might Be call'd your vanquisher.
CORIOLANUS	At Antium lives he?
LARTIUS	At Antium.
CORIOLANUS	I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
	[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.
SICINIUS	Pass no further.
CORIOLANUS	Ha! what is that?
BRUTUS	It will be dangerous to go on: no further.
CORIOLANUS	What makes this change?
MENENIUS	The matter?
COMINIUS	Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
BRUTUS	Cominius, no.
CORIOLANUS	Have I had children's voices?
First Senator	Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
BRUTUS	The people are incensed against him.
SICINIUS	Stop, Or all will fall in broil.
CORIOLANUS	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 teeth? Have you not set them on?
MENENIUS	Be calm, be calm.
CORIOLANUS	It is a purposed 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 ruled.
BRUTUS	Call't not a plot: The people cry you mock'd them, and of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repined; Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
CORIOLANUS	Why, this was known before.
BRUTUS	Not to them all.
CORIOLANUS	Have you inform'd them sithence?
BRUTUS	How! I inform them!
CORIOLANUS	You are like to do such business.
BRUTUS	Not unlike, Each way, to better yours.
CORIOLANUS	Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune.
SICINIUS	You show too much of that For which the people stir: if you will pass To where you are bound, you must inquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit, Or never be so noble as a consul, Nor yoke with him for tribune.
MENENIUS	Let's be calm.
COMINIUS	The people are abused; set on. This paltering Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely I' the plain way of his merit.
CORIOLANUS	Tell me of corn! This was my speech, and I will speak't again--
MENENIUS	Not now, not now.
First Senator	Not in this heat, sir, now.
CORIOLANUS	Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends, I crave their pardons: For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them Regard me as I do not flatter, and Therein behold themselves: I say again, In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition, Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd, and scatter'd, By mingling them with us, the honour'd number, Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that Which they have given to beggars.
MENENIUS	Well, no more.
First Senator	No more words, we beseech you.
CORIOLANUS	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 measles, Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought The very way to catch them.
BRUTUS	You speak o' the people, As if you were a god to punish, not A man of their infirmity.
SICINIUS	'Twere well We let the people know't.
MENENIUS	What, what? his choler?
CORIOLANUS	Choler! Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
SICINIUS	It is a mind That shall remain a poison where it is, Not poison any further.
CORIOLANUS	Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you His absolute 'shall'?
COMINIUS	'Twas from the canon.
CORIOLANUS	'Shall'! O good but most unwise patricians! why, You grave but reckless senators, have you thus Given Hydra here to choose an officer, That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit To say he'll turn your current in a ditch, And make your channel his? If he have power Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd, Be not as common fools; if you are not, Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians, If they be senators: and they are no less, When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate, And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,' His popular 'shall' against a graver bench Than ever frown in Greece. By Jove himself! It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches To know, when two authorities are up, Neither supreme, how soon confusion May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take The one by the other.
COMINIUS	Well, on to the market-place.
CORIOLANUS	Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used Sometime in Greece,--
MENENIUS	Well, well, no more of that.
CORIOLANUS	Though there the people had more absolute power, I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed The ruin of the state.
BRUTUS	Why, shall the people give One that speaks thus their voice?
CORIOLANUS	I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. They know the corn Was not our recompense, resting well assured That ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war, Even when the navel of the state was touch'd, They would not thread the gates. This kind of service Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' the war Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation Which they have often made against the senate, All cause unborn, could never be the motive Of our so frank donation. Well, what then? How shall this bisson multitude digest The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express What's like to be their words: 'we did request it; We are the greater poll, and in true fear They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase The nature of our seats and make the rabble Call our cares fears; which will in time Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in The crows to peck the eagles.
MENENIUS	Come, enough.
BRUTUS	Enough, with over-measure.
CORIOLANUS	No, take more: What may be sworn by, both divine and human, Seal what I end withal! This double worship, Where one part does disdain with cause, the other Insult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom, Cannot conclude but by the yea and no Of general ignorance,--it must omit Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd, it follows, Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,-- You that will be less fearful than discreet, That love the fundamental part of state More than you doubt the change on't, that prefer A noble life before a long, and wish To jump a body with a dangerous physic That's sure of death without it, at once pluck out The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison: your dishonour Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become't, Not having the power to do the good it would, For the in which doth control't.
BRUTUS	Has said enough.
SICINIUS	Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do.
CORIOLANUS	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, When what's not meet, but what must be, was law, Then were they chosen: in a better hour, Let what is meet be said it must be meet, And throw their power i' the dust.
BRUTUS	Manifest treason!
SICINIUS	This a consul? no.
BRUTUS	The aediles, ho!
	[Enter an AEdile]
	Let him be apprehended.
SICINIUS	Go, call the people:
	[Exit AEdile]
	in whose name myself Attach thee as a traitorous innovator, A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee, And follow to thine answer.
CORIOLANUS	Hence, old goat!
Senators, &C	We'll surety him.
COMINIUS	Aged sir, hands off.
CORIOLANUS	Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy garments.
SICINIUS	Help, ye citizens!
	[Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with the AEdiles]
MENENIUS	On both sides more respect.
SICINIUS	Here's he that would take from you all your power.
BRUTUS	Seize him, AEdiles!
Citizens	Down with him! down with him!
Senators, &C	Weapons, weapons, weapons!
	[They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying]
	'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!' 'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!' 'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!'
MENENIUS	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.
SICINIUS	Hear me, people; peace!
Citizens	Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak.
SICINIUS	You are at point to lose your liberties: Marcius would have all from you; Marcius, Whom late you have named for consul.
MENENIUS	Fie, fie, fie! This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
First Senator	To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
SICINIUS	What is the city but the people?
Citizens	True, The people are the city.
BRUTUS	By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates.
Citizens	You so remain.
MENENIUS	And so are like to do.
COMINIUS	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.
SICINIUS	This deserves death.
BRUTUS	Or let us stand to our authority, Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce, Upon the part o' the people, in whose power We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death.
SICINIUS	Therefore lay hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him.
BRUTUS	AEdiles, seize him!
Citizens	Yield, Marcius, yield!
MENENIUS	Hear me one word; Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
AEdile	Peace, peace!
MENENIUS	[To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your country's friend, And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress.
BRUTUS	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.
CORIOLANUS	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.
MENENIUS	Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
BRUTUS	Lay hands upon him.
COMINIUS	Help Marcius, help, You that be noble; help him, young and old!
Citizens	Down with him, down with him!
	[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the AEdiles, and the People, are beat in]
MENENIUS	Go, get you to your house; be gone, away! All will be naught else.
Second Senator	Get you gone.
COMINIUS	Stand fast; We have as many friends as enemies.
MENENIUS	Sham it be put to that?
First Senator	The gods forbid! I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause.
MENENIUS	For 'tis a sore upon us, You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
COMINIUS	Come, sir, along with us.
CORIOLANUS	I would they were barbarians--as they are, Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not, Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol--
MENENIUS	Be gone; Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; One time will owe another.
CORIOLANUS	On fair ground I could beat forty of them.
COMINIUS	I could myself Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the two tribunes: But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands Against a falling fabric. Will you hence, Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend Like interrupted waters and o'erbear What they are used to bear.
MENENIUS	Pray you, be gone: I'll try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little: this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour.
COMINIUS	Nay, come away.
	[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and others]
A Patrician	This man has marr'd his fortune.
MENENIUS	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 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!
Second Patrician	I would they were abed!
MENENIUS	I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance! Could he not speak 'em fair?
	[Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble]
SICINIUS	Where is this viper That would depopulate the city and Be every man himself?
MENENIUS	You worthy tribunes,--
SICINIUS	He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock With rigorous hands: he hath resisted law, And therefore law shall scorn him further trial Than the severity of the public power Which he so sets at nought.
First Citizen	He shall well know The noble tribunes are the people's mouths, And we their hands.
Citizens	He shall, sure on't.
MENENIUS	Sir, sir,--
SICINIUS	Peace!
MENENIUS	Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt With modest warrant.
SICINIUS	Sir, how comes't that you Have holp to make this rescue?
MENENIUS	Hear me speak: As I do know the consul's worthiness, So can I name his faults,--
SICINIUS	Consul! what consul?
MENENIUS	The consul Coriolanus.
BRUTUS	He consul!
Citizens	No, no, no, no, no.
MENENIUS	If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, I may be heard, I would crave a word or two; The which shall turn you to no further harm Than so much loss of time.
SICINIUS	Speak briefly then; For we are peremptory to dispatch This viperous traitor: to eject him hence Were but one danger, and to keep him here Our certain death: therefore it is decreed He dies to-night.
MENENIUS	Now the good gods forbid That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enroll'd In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own!
SICINIUS	He's a disease that must be cut away.
MENENIUS	O, 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 lost-- Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath, By many an ounce--he dropp'd it for his country; And what is left, to lose it by his country, Were to us all, that do't and suffer it, A brand to the end o' the world.
SICINIUS	This is clean kam.
BRUTUS	Merely awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him.
MENENIUS	The service of the foot Being once gangrened, is not then respected For what before it was.
BRUTUS	We'll hear no more. Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: Lest his infection, being of catching nature, Spread further.
MENENIUS	One word more, one word. This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process; Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out, And sack great Rome with Romans.
BRUTUS	If it were so,--
SICINIUS	What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience? Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.
MENENIUS	Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd In bolted language; meal and bran together He throws without distinction. Give me leave, I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him Where he shall answer, by a lawful form, In peace, to his utmost peril.
First Senator	Noble tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course Will prove too bloody, and the end of it Unknown to the beginning.
SICINIUS	Noble Menenius, Be you then as the people's officer. Masters, lay down your weapons.
BRUTUS	Go not home.
SICINIUS	Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there: Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed In our first way.
MENENIUS	I'll bring him to you.
	[To the Senators]
	Let me desire your company: he must come, Or what is worst will follow.
First Senator	Pray you, let's to him.
	[Exeunt]

Scene II A room in CORIOLANUS' house

	[Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians]
CORIOLANUS	Let them puff all about mine ears, present me Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels, Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock, That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight, yet will I still Be thus to them.
A Patrician	You do the nobler.
CORIOLANUS	I muse my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To call them woollen vassals, things created To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder, When one but of my ordinance stood up To speak of peace or war.
	[Enter VOLUMNIA]
	I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.
VOLUMNIA	O, sir, sir, sir, I would have had you put your power well on, Before you had worn it out.
CORIOLANUS	Let go.
VOLUMNIA	You might have been enough the man you are, With striving less to be so; lesser had been The thwartings of your dispositions, if You had not show'd them how ye were disposed Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
CORIOLANUS	Let them hang.
A Patrician	Ay, and burn too.
	[Enter MENENIUS and Senators]
MENENIUS	Come, come, you have been too rough, something too rough; You must return and mend it.
First Senator	There's no remedy; Unless, by not so doing, our good city Cleave in the midst, and perish.
VOLUMNIA	Pray, be counsell'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage.
MENENIUS	Well said, noble woman? Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic For the whole state, I would put mine armour on, Which I can scarcely bear.
CORIOLANUS	What must I do?
MENENIUS	Return to the tribunes.
CORIOLANUS	Well, what then? what then?
MENENIUS	Repent what you have spoke.
CORIOLANUS	For them! I cannot do it to the gods; Must I then do't to them?
VOLUMNIA	You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble, But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me, In peace what each of them by the other lose, That they combine not there.
CORIOLANUS	Tush, tush!
MENENIUS	A good demand.
VOLUMNIA	If it be honour in your wars to seem The same you are not, which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war, since that to both It stands in like request?
CORIOLANUS	Why force you this?
VOLUMNIA	Because that now it lies you on to speak To the people; not by your own instruction, Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you, But with such words that are but rooted in Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables Of no allowance to your bosom's truth. Now, this no more dishonours you at all Than to take in a town with gentle words, Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood. I would dissemble with my nature where My fortunes and my friends at stake required I should do so in honour: I am in this, Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles; And you will rather show our general louts How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em, For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard Of what that want might ruin.
MENENIUS	Noble lady! Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the loss Of what is past.
VOLUMNIA	I prithee now, my son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it--here be with them-- Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears--waving thy head, Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, Now humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling: or say to them, Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use as they to claim, In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast power and person.
MENENIUS	This but done, Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose.
VOLUMNIA	Prithee now, Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
	[Enter COMINIUS]
COMINIUS	I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit You make strong party, or defend yourself By calmness or by absence: all's in anger.
MENENIUS	Only fair speech.
COMINIUS	I think 'twill serve, if he Can thereto frame his spirit.
VOLUMNIA	He must, and will Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
CORIOLANUS	Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce? Must I with base tongue give my noble heart A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't: Yet, were there but this single plot to lose, This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it And throw't against the wind. To the market-place! You have put me now to such a part which never I shall discharge to the life.
COMINIUS	Come, come, we'll prompt you.
VOLUMNIA	I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said My praises made thee first a soldier, so, To have my praise for this, perform a part Thou hast not done before.
CORIOLANUS	Well, I must do't: Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd, Which quired with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees, Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his That hath received an alms! I will not do't, Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth And by my body's action teach my mind A most inherent baseness.
VOLUMNIA	At thy choice, then: To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me, But owe thy pride thyself.
CORIOLANUS	Pray, be content: Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going: Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul; Or never trust to what my tongue can do I' the way of flattery further.
VOLUMNIA	Do your will.
	[Exit]
COMINIUS	Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself To answer mildly; for they are prepared With accusations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet.
CORIOLANUS	The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go: Let them accuse me by invention, I Will answer in mine honour.
MENENIUS	Ay, but mildly.
CORIOLANUS	Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
	[Exeunt]

Scene III The same. The Forum

	[Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS]
BRUTUS	In this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannical power: if he evade us there, Enforce him with his envy to the people, And that the spoil got on the Antiates Was ne'er distributed.
	[Enter an AEdile]
	What, will he come?
AEdile	He's coming.
BRUTUS	How accompanied?
AEdile	With old Menenius, and those senators That always favour'd him.
SICINIUS	Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procured Set down by the poll?
AEdile	I have; 'tis ready.
SICINIUS	Have you collected them by tribes?
AEdile	I have.
SICINIUS	Assemble presently the people hither; And when they bear me say 'It shall be so I' the right and strength o' the commons,' be it either For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them If I say fine, cry 'Fine;' if death, cry 'Death.' Insisting on the old prerogative And power i' the truth o' the cause.
AEdile	I shall inform them.
BRUTUS	And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confused Enforce the present execution Of what we chance to sentence.
AEdile	Very well.
SICINIUS	Make them be strong and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give 't them.
BRUTUS	Go about it.
	[Exit AEdile]
	Put him to choler straight: he hath been used Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Of contradiction: being once chafed, he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks What's in his heart; and that is there which looks With us to break his neck.
SICINIUS	Well, here he comes.
	[Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, and COMINIUS, with Senators and Patricians]
MENENIUS	Calmly, I do beseech you.
CORIOLANUS	Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Supplied with worthy men! plant love among 's! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, And not our streets with war!
First Senator	Amen, amen.
MENENIUS	A noble wish.
	[Re-enter AEdile, with Citizens]
SICINIUS	Draw near, ye people.
AEdile	List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!
CORIOLANUS	First, hear me speak.
Both Tribunes	Well, say. Peace, ho!
CORIOLANUS	Shall I be charged no further than this present? Must all determine here?
SICINIUS	I do demand, If you submit you to the people's voices, Allow their officers and are content To suffer lawful censure for such faults As shall be proved upon you?
CORIOLANUS	I am content.
MENENIUS	Lo, citizens, he says he is content: The warlike service he has done, consider; think Upon the wounds his body bears, which show Like graves i' the holy churchyard.
CORIOLANUS	Scratches with briers, Scars to move laughter only.
MENENIUS	Consider further, That when he speaks not like a citizen, You find him like a soldier: do not take His rougher accents for malicious sounds, But, as I say, such as become a soldier, Rather than envy you.
COMINIUS	Well, well, no more.
CORIOLANUS	What is the matter That being pass'd for consul with full voice, I am so dishonour'd that the very hour You take it off again?
SICINIUS	Answer to us.
CORIOLANUS	Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
SICINIUS	We charge you, that you have contrived to take From Rome all season'd office and to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical; For which you are a traitor to the people.
CORIOLANUS	How! traitor!
MENENIUS	Nay, temperately; your promise.
CORIOLANUS	The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people! Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say 'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free As I do pray the gods.
SICINIUS	Mark you this, people?
Citizens	To the rock, to the rock with him!
SICINIUS	Peace! We need not put new matter to his charge: What you have seen him do and heard him speak, Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Opposing laws with strokes and here defying Those whose great power must try him; even this, So criminal and in such capital kind, Deserves the extremest death.
BRUTUS	But since he hath Served well for Rome,--
CORIOLANUS	What do you prate of service?
BRUTUS	I talk of that, that know it.
CORIOLANUS	You?
MENENIUS	Is this the promise that you made your mother?
COMINIUS	Know, I pray you,--
CORIOLANUS	I know no further: Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word; Nor cheque my courage for what they can give, To have't with saying 'Good morrow.'
SICINIUS	For that he has, As much as in him lies, from time to time Envied against the people, seeking means To pluck away their power, as now at last Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers That do distribute it; in the name o' the people And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Even from this instant, banish him our city, In peril of precipitation From off the rock Tarpeian never more To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name, I say it shall be so.
Citizens	It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away: He's banish'd, and it shall be so.
COMINIUS	Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,--
SICINIUS	He's sentenced; no more hearing.
COMINIUS	Let me speak: I have been consul, and can show for Rome Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase, And treasure of my loins; then if I would Speak that,--
SICINIUS	We know your drift: speak what?
BRUTUS	There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people and his country: It shall be so.
Citizens	It shall be so, it shall be so.
CORIOLANUS	You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till at length Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, Making not reservation of yourselves, Still your own foes, deliver you as most Abated captives to some nation That won you without blows! Despising, For you, the city, thus I turn my back: There is a world elsewhere.
	[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians]
AEdile	The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
Citizens	Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!
	[Shouting, and throwing up their caps]
SICINIUS	Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath followed you, with all despite; Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city.
Citizens	Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come. The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.
	[Exeunt]

Coriolanus Act 4

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