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Sic. I do demand,
If you submit you to the people's voices, 640
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you.

Cor. I am content.

Men. Lo, citizens, he says, he is content :
The warlike service he has done, consider ; think
Upon the wounds his body bears, which shew
Like graves i'the holy church-yard.
Cor. Scratches with briars, scars to move laughter

only.
Men. Consider further,

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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.

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,
That being past for consul with full voice,
I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again ?

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Sic. Answer to us.
Cor. Say then : 'tis true, I ought so.

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd 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.
Cor. How ! Traitor ?

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Men. Nay ; temperately : Your promise.

Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor |- Thou injurious tribune ! 670
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands 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.

Sic. Mark you this, people ?
All. To the rock with him! to the rock with him!

Sic. Peace.
We need not lay new matter to his charge :
What

you

have seen him do, and heard him speak, Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, 681 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,

Bru. But since he hath
Serv'd well for Rome

Cor. What do you prate of service ?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.
Cor. You!

690 Men. Is this the promise that you made your mo

ther?
Com. Know, I pray you

Cor. I'll know no further :
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, fleaing : Pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy

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Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have't with saying, Good morrow |
Sic. For that he has

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(As much as in him lies) from time to time
Envy'd 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 710
To enter our Rome gates : l'the people's name,
I say, it shall be so.

All. It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:
He's banish'd, and it shall be so.
Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common

friends
Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing.

Com. Let me speak :
I have been consul, and can shew from Rome,
Her enemies' marks lipon me. I do love
My country's good, with a respect more tender, 720
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-
Sic. We know your drift: Speak what?

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Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people, and his country: It shall be so. All. It shall be so, it shall be so.

729 Cor. 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 but reservation of yourselves,

740 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, and others.

The People shout, and throw up their Caps. #d. The people's enemy is gone,

is
gone

1 All. Our enemy is banish’d! he is gone! Hool

hoo! Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despight; Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard 750 Attend us through the city. 3.

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All. Come, come, let us see him out at gates;

come:

The gods preserve our noble tribunes !-Come.

[Exeunt.

ACTIV. SCENE I.

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Before the Gates of Rome. Enter CORIOLANUS, Vo.

LUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS,
with the Young Nobility of Rome.

Coriolanus.
Come, leave your tears; a brief farewel :--the beast
With many heads butts me away.--Nay, mother,
Where is your ancient courage? You were us'd
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits;
That common chances common men could bear;
That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Shew'd mastership in floating : fortune's blows,
When most struck home, being gentle wounded,

craves

10.

A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
With precepts, that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.
: Vir. O heavens! O heavens!

Cor. Nay, I pr’ythee, woman
Vol. Now the red pestilence 'strike all trades in

Rome,
And occupations perish!

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