And Power i'th' truth o'th' Caufe. Ed. I will inform them. Bru. And when fuch time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a Din confus'd Inforce the prefent execution Of what we chance to fentence. Ed. Very well. Sic. Make them be ftrong and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give't them. Bru. Go about it. [Exit Edile. Put him to choler ftraight; he hath been us'd Of contradiction. Being once chaft, he cannot Enter Coriolanus, Menenius and Cominius with others. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men. Calmly, I do beseech you. Cor. Ay, as an hoftler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the Knave by th' volume: Gods The honour'd Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Justice Supply with worthy men, (21) plant love amongst you, -Throng our large Temples with the fhews of peace, And not our streets with war! 1 Sen. Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish. (21) ·plant Love among You Through our large Temples with the Shews of Peace, And not our Streets with War.] Though this be the Reading of all the Copies, it is flat Nonfenfe. There is no Verb either expreft, or understood, that can govern the latter Part of the Sentence. I have no Doubt of my Emendation reftoring the Text rightly, becaufe Mr. Warburton ftarted the fame Conjecture, unknowing that I had meddled with the Paffage, Enter the Edile with the Plebeians. Sic. Draw near, ye People. Ed. Lift to your Tribunes: audience; Peace, I fay. Cor. First, hear me fpeak. Both Tri. Well, fay: peace, ho. Cor. Shall I be charg'd no farther than this present? Muft all determine here? Sic. I do demand, If you fubmit you to the People's voices, Gor. I am content. Men. Lo, Citizens, he fays, he is content: Cor. Scratches with briars, fcars to move Laughter only. Men. Confider further: 'I'hat when he speaks not like a Citizen, You find him like a Soldier; (22) do not take But, as I fay, fuch as become a Soldier. Rather than envy, you Com. Well, well, no more. Cor. What is the matter, That being paft for Conful with full voice, (22) do not take His rougher Actions for malicious Sounds :] I have no manner of Apprehenfion how a Man's Actions can be mistaken for Words. It would be very abfurd, as well as extraordinary, were I to do a faucy Thing in Company, for the Perfon offended to tell me, Sir, you give me very impudent Language. This would be, certainly, taking Actions for Sounds: We may remember, a Roughness of Accent was one of Coriolanus's diftinguishing Characteristicks. You Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought fo. Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take From Rome all feafon'd Office, and to wind Your felf unto a Power tyrannical; For which you are a traitor to the People. Men. Nay, temperately: your promife. Cor. The fires i'th' loweft hell fold in the people! Sic. Mark you this, people? All. To th' Rock with him. Sic. Peace: 1 We need not lay new matter to his charge: Deferves th' extreameft death. Bru. But fince he hath' Serv'd well for Rome Cor. What do you prate of fervice? Cor. You? Men. Is this the promise that you made your Mother? Com. Know, I pray you. Cor. I'll know no farther: Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Sic. For that he has (As much as in him lies) from time to time That do distribute it; in the Name o'th' People, From off the Rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's Gates. I'th' People's Name, All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him away: Com. Hear me, my Mafters, and my common FriendsSic. He's fentenc'd: no more hearing. Com. Let me fpeak: (23) I have been Conful, and can fhew for Rome My Country's Good, with a refpect more tender, Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banish'd As enemy to the People and his Country. It shall be fo. (23) I have been Conful, and can fhew from Rome Her Enemies Marks upon me.] How, from Rome? Did He receive hoftile Marks from his own Country? No fuch thing: He receiv'd them in the Service of Rome. So, twice in the Beginning of next Act, it is faid of Coriolanus; Hadft Thou Foxfhip To banish bim, that ftruck more Blows for Rome, And again; Good Man! the Wounds that he does bear for Rome! All. All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo. Cor. You common cry of curs, whofe breath I hate, That do corrupt my air: I banish you: [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. All. Come, come; let us fee him out at the gates; come. The Gods preferve our noble Tribunes! come. [Exeunt ACT |