Though calved in the porch o'th' Capitol.

Begone, 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 myfelf take up a brace o'th' best of them; yea, the two Tribunes.

Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick;
And manhood is call'd fool'ry, when it stands I
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..

Men. Pray you, be gone:

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

With thofe that have but little; this must be patche With cloth of any colour.

4

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 fiatter Neptune for his trident,

4

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

Enter Brutus 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 Tarpian Rock With rigorous hands. He hath refifted Law, And therefore Law fhall fcorn him further trial Than the severity of public Power, Which he fo fets at nought.

I Cit. He fhall 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 you should but hunt With modeft warrant.

Sic. How comes it, you

Have holp to make this rescue ?

Men. Hear me fpeak ;

As I do know the Conful's worthiness,

So can I name his faults

Sic. Conful?What Conful?

Men. The Conful Coriolanus.

Bru. He Conful?

Ali No, no, no, no, no.

Men. If by the Tribunes' leave, and your's, good people,

I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two;
The which fhall turn you to no other harm,
Than fo much lofs of time.

Sic. 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,

Cur

Our certain death; therefore it is decreed,
He dies to night.

Men. Now the good Gods forbid,
That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude
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.

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

What has he done to Rome, that's worthy death I
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 kam.

: Bru. Meerly awry. When he did love his Country, It honour'd him.

2 Sic. The fervice of the foot

Being once gangreen'd, it is not then respected
For what before it was.

Bru. We'll hear no more.

Pursue 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 unfkann'd fwiftnefs, will, too late, Tye leaden pounds t'its heels. Proceed by process,

This is clean kam.] i. . Awry. So Cotgrave interprets Tout va à contrepoil, All goes clean kam. Hence a Kambrel for a crooked tick, or the bend in a horie's hinder-leg. WARB.

2 In former copies :

Men. The fervice of the foot, &c.] Nothing can be more evident than that this could never be faid by Coriolanus's apologist, and that it was faid by one of the Tribunes; I have therefore given it to Sicinius. WARR.

Left Parties, as he's belov'd, break out, great Rome with Romans.

And fack
Bru. If 'twere fo

Sic. What do ye talk?

Have we not had a tafte of his obedience,

Our Ediles fmote, ourselves refifted? Come
Men. Confider this; he hath 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 shall anfwer by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmost peril.

I Sen. Noble tribunes,

It is the humane way; the other course
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. [To the Senators.] He

muft come,

Or what is worse will follow. 1 Sen. Pray, let's to him.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE V.

Changes to Coriolanus's Houfe.

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 precipitation might down ftretch
Below the beam of fight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.

Enter Volumnia.

Nobl. You do the nobler.
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 thew bare heads
In congregations, yawn, be ftill, and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance ftood up
To fpeak of Peace or War. [To Vol.] I talk of
Why did you wish 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.

you,

Vol. You might have been enough the man you are, With ftriving lefs to be fo. Leffer had been

The Thwartings of your difpofitions, if

You had not fhew'd them how you were difpos'd

3 I muse.] That is, I wonder, I am at a lojs.

--my ordinance-] My

rank.

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