Leave us to cure this cause. Men. For 'tis a fore, You cannot tent your felf; begone, 'befeech you.. Men. I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are, not, Though calved in the porch o'th' Capitol :) Begone, put not your worthy rage into your tongue, Cor. On fair ground I could beat forty of them. Men. I could my self take up a brace o'th' best of them; yea, the two Tribunes. Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick: Men. Pray you, be gone: I'll try, if my old wit be in requeft With thofe that have but little; this must be patcht Com. Come, away. [Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius. 1 Sen. 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's power to thunder: his heart's his mouth : What his breaft forges, that his tongue muft vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death. Here's goodly work. 2 Sen. I would, they were a-bed. [A noife within. Men. I would, they were in Tiber.What, the ven geance, Could he not fpeak 'em fair? Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble again. Sic. Where is this viper, That would depopulate the city, and Be Be every man himself? Men. You worthy Tribunes Sic. He fhall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock 1 Cit. He shall well know, the noble Tribunes are The people's mouths, and we their hands. All. He fhall, be fure on't. Men. Sir, Sir, Sic. Peace. Men. Do not cry havock, where With modeft warrant. Sic. Sir, how comes it, you Have holp to make this refcue? As I do know the Conful's worthiness, So can I name his faults J Men. The Conful Coriolanus. Bru. He Conful! All. No, no, no, no, no. Men. If by the Tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, be heard, I'd crave a word or two; may The which fhall turn you to no further harm, Than fo much lofs of time. Sic. Speak briefly then, For we are peremptory to dispatch This viperous traitor; to eject him hence, (15) Were but one danger, and to keep bim bere Our certain Death;] This Reading, which has obtain'd in the printed Copies, deftroys that Climax which evidently feems defign'd 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.” He He dies to night. Men. Now the good Gods forbid, That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Sic. He's a difeafe that must be cut away. What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death? 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 respected Bru. We'll hear no more. = Purfue him to his houfe, 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 unskann'd swiftnefs, will (too late) Tye leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process, Left Parties (as he is belov'd) break out, And fack great Rome with Romans. Bru. If 'twere so Sic. What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience, Our Ediles fmote, our felves refifted? come- Give me leave, S I'll I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him i Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the humane way: the other courfe Sic. Noble Menenius, Be you then as the people's officer. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the forum; we'll attend you there Men. I'll bring him to you. Let me defire your company; he muft come, 1 Sen. Pray, let's to him. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to CORIOLANUS's Houfe. Cor. ·L Enter Coriolanus, with Nobles. ET them pull all about mine ears, prefent me Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian Rock, That the precipitation might down ftretch Enter Volumnia. Nobl. You do the nobler. Cor. I mufe, my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont have me The The man I am. Vol. Oh, Sir, Sir, Sir, I would have had you put your Power well on, Cor. Let it go. Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With ftriving less to be fo. Leffer had been (16) The Thwartings of your difpofitions, if You had not fhew'd them how you were difpos'd Cor. Let them hang. 1 Vol. Ay, and burn too. Enter Menenius, with the Senators. Men. Come, come, you've been too rough, fome thing too rough: You must return, and mend it. Sen. There's no remedy, Unless, by not fo doing, our good City Vol. Pray, be counsell'd; I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain that leads my ufe of anger To better vantage. Men. Well faid, noble woman: (17) Before he should thus ftoop to th' Herd, but that (16) Leffer bad been The Things that thwart your Difpofitions,] The old Copies exhibit it, The Things of your Difpofitions The A few Letters replac'd, that by fome Carelessness drop'd out, reftore us the Poet's genuine Reading; The Thwartings of your Difpofitions. (17) Before be thus fhould floop to th' Heart, -] But how did Coriolanus ftoop to his Heart? he rather, as we vulgarly express it, made his proud Heart ftoop to the Neceffity of the Times. I am perfuaded, my Emendation gives the true Reading. So, before, in this Play; Are thefe your Herd? |