Act 3 — Scene I. Rome. A street.

Cor. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head? Lart. He had, my lord; and that it was which caused Our swifter composition. Cor. So then the Volsces stand but as at first; Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road[3104] 5 Upon's again. Com. They are worn, lord consul, so,[3105] That we shall hardly in our ages see Their banners wave again. Cor. Saw you Aufidius? Lart. On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely 10 Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium. Cor. Spoke he of me? Lart. He did, my lord. Cor. How? what? Lart. 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 15 To hopeless restitution, so he might Be call'd your vanquisher. Cor. At Antium lives he? Lart. At Antium. Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.[3106] 20

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. Sic. Pass no further. Cor. Ha! what is that? 25 Bru. It will be dangerous to go on: no further. Cor. What makes this change? Men. The matter? Com. Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?[3107] Bru. Cominius, no. Cor. Have I had children's voices? 30 First Sen. Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.[3108] Bru. The people are incensed against him. Sic. Stop,[3109] Or all will fall in broil.[3109] Cor. Are these your herd?[3110] Must these have voices, that can yield them now, And straight disclaim their tongues? What are your offices?[3111] 35 You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth? Have you not set them on? Men. Be calm, be calm. Cor. 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, 40 Nor ever will be ruled. Bru. 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[3112] Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness. 45 Cor. Why, this was known before. Bru. Not to them all. Cor. Have you inform'd them sithence?[3113] Bru. How! I inform them! Com. You are like to do such business.[3114] Bru. Not unlike,[3115] Each way, to better yours.[3115][3116] Cor. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, 50 Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune. Sic. 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,[3117] Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit; 55 Or never be so noble as a consul,[3118] Nor yoke with him for tribune. Men. Let's be calm. Com. The people are abused; set on. This paltering[3119] Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus[3120] Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely 60 I' the plain way of his merit. Cor. Tell me of corn![3121] This was my speech, and I will speak 't again—[3121] Men. Not now, not now. First Sen. Not in this heat, sir, now. Cor. Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,[3122][3123] I crave their pardons:[3122] 65 For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them[3122][3124] Regard me as I do not flatter, and[3122] Therein behold themselves: I say again,[3122][3125] In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition, 70 Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd and scatter'd,[3126] By mingling them with us, the honour'd number; Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that Which they have given to beggars.[3127] Men. Well, no more. First Sen. No more words, we beseech you. Cor. How! no more! 75 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 tetter us, yet sought[3128] The very way to catch them. Bru. You speak o' the people,[3129][3130] 80 As if you were a god to punish, not[3129][3131] A man of their infirmity.[3129][3132] Sic. 'Twere well[3129] We let the people know't.[3129] Men. What, what? his choler?[3129] Cor. Choler![3129] Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,[3129] 85 By Jove, 'twould be my mind![3133] Sic. It is a mind[3133] That shall remain a poison where it is,[3133] Not poison any further.[3133] Cor. Shall remain![3133] Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you[3134] His absolute 'shall'? Com. 'Twas from the canon.[3135] Cor. 'Shall'![3136] 90 O good, but most unwise patricians! why,[3136][3137] You grave but reckless senators, have you thus[3138] Given Hydra here to choose an officer,[3139] That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit[3140] 95 To say he'll turn your current in a ditch, And make your channel his? If he have power,[3141] Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake[3141][3142][3143][3144] Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd,[3141][3143][3145] Be not as common fools; if you are not,[3141][3146] 100 Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,[3141][3147] If they be senators: and they are no less, When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste[3148] Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate;[3149] And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,' 105 His popular 'shall,' against a graver bench Than ever frown'd 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 110 May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take The one by the other. Com. Well, on to the market-place. Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth[3150] The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used[3151] Sometime in Greece,—[3152] Men. Well, well, no more of that. 115 Cor. Though there the people had more absolute power, I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed[3153][3154] The ruin of the state.[3153] Bru. Why, shall the people give[3155] One that speaks thus their voice? Cor. I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. They know the corn[3156] 120 Was not our recompense, resting well assured[3157] They 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, 125 Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd[3158] Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation Which they have often made against the senate, All cause unborn, could never be the native[3159] Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?[3160] 130 How shall this bisson multitude digest[3161] 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[3162] They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase[3163] 135 The nature of our seats, and make the rabble Call our cares fears; which will in time[3164][3165] Break ope the locks o' the senate, and bring in[3164][3166] The crows to peck the eagles.[3164] Men. Come, enough.[3167] Bru. Enough, with over measure. Cor. No, take more: 140 What may be sworn by, both divine and human,[3168] Seal what I end withal! This double worship, Where one part does disdain with cause, the other[3169] Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom,[3170] Cannot conclude but by the yea and no 145 Of general ignorance,—it must omit[3171] Real necessities, and give way the while To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd, it follows,[3172][3173] Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,—[3173] You that will be less fearful than discreet; 150 That love the fundamental part of state More than you doubt the change on 't; that prefer[3174] A noble life before a long, and wish To jump a body with a dangerous physic[3175] That's sure of death without it,—at once pluck out[3176] 155 The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour Mangles true judgement and bereaves the state Of that integrity which should become 't;[3177] Not having the power to do the good it would, 160 For the ill which doth control 't. Bru. Has said enough.[3178] Sic. Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer[3179] As traitors do. Cor. Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee! What should the people do with these bald tribunes? 165 On whom depending, their obedience fails To the greater bench: in a rebellion,[3180] When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,[3181] Then were they chosen: in a better hour, Let what is meet be said it must be meet,[3182] 170 And throw their power i' the dust. Bru. Manifest treason! Sic. This a consul? no. Bru. The ædiles, ho!

Let him be apprehended. Sic. Go, call the people: [Exit Ædile] in whose name myself[3184] Attach thee as a traitorous innovator, 175 A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee, And follow to thine answer. Cor. Hence, old goat! Senators, &c. We'll surety him. Com. Aged sir, hands off.[3185] Cor. Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones Out of thy garments. Sic. Help, ye citizens! 180

Men. On both sides more respect.[3187] Sic. Here's he that would take from you all your power. Bru. Seize him, ædiles! Citizens. Down with him! down with him![3188] Senators, &c. Weapons, weapons, weapons! 185

'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!' 'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!' 'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay! hold! peace!'[3190] Men. What is about to be? I am out of breath. Confusion's near. I cannot speak. You, tribunes[3191] 190 To the people! Coriolanus, patience![3192][3193] Speak, good Sicinius.[3193][3194] Sic. Hear me, people; peace! Citizens. Let's hear our tribune: peace!—Speak, speak, speak.[3195] Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties: Marcius would have all from you; Marcius, 195 Whom late you have named for consul.[3196] Men. Fie, fie, fie![3197] This is the way to kindle, not to quench.[3197] First Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.[3198] Sic. What is the city but the people? Citizens. True,[3199] The people are the city.[3199] 200 Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd[3200] The people's magistrates.[3200] Citizens. You so remain. Men. And so are like to do. Com. That is the way to lay the city flat,[3201] To bring the roof to the foundation, 205 And bury all which yet distinctly ranges, In heaps and piles of ruin. Sic. This deserves death. Bru. 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 210 We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death. Sic. Therefore lay hold of him;[3202] Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him. Bru. Ædiles, seize him! Citizens. Yield, Marcius, yield![3203] Men. Hear me one word;[3204] 215 Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.[3204][3205] Ædiles. Peace, peace! Men. [To Brutus] Be that you seem, truly your country's friend,[3206] And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. Bru. Sir, those cold ways, 220 That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous[3207] Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,[3208] And bear him to the rock. Cor. No, I'll die here. [Drawing his sword.[3209] There's some among you have beheld me fighting: Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.[3210] 225 Men. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile. Bru. Lay hands upon him. Men. Help Marcius, help,[3211][3212] You that be noble; help him, young and old![3212] Citizens. Down with him, down with him!

Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away![3214] 230 All will be naught else. Sec. Sen. Get you gone. Com. Stand fast;[3215][3216] We have as many friends as enemies.[3216] Men. Shall it be put to that? First Sen. The gods forbid![3217] I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause. Men. For 'tis a sore upon us[3218] 235 You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you. Com. Come, sir, along with us.[3219] Cor. I would they were barbarians—as they are,[3220] Though in Rome litter'd—not Romans—as they are not,[3220] Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol,—[3220] Men. Be gone:[3220][3221][3222] 240 Put not your worthy rage into your tongue:[3220][3222] One time will owe another.[3220][3223] Cor. On fair ground[3224] I could beat forty of them.[3224] Men. I could myself[3225] Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the two tribunes.[3225][3226] Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; 245 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. Men. Pray you, be gone: 250 I'll try whether my old wit be in request[3227] With those that have but little: this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour. Com. Nay, come away.

First Patrician. This man has marr'd his fortune.[3229] Men. His nature is too noble for the world: 255 He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:[3230] 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. 260 Here's goodly work! Sec. Pat. I would they were a-bed![3231] Men. I would they were in Tiber! What, the vengeance,[3232] Could he not speak 'em fair?[3232]

Sic. Where is this viper, That would depopulate the city, and[3234][3235] Be every man himself?[3234] Men. You worthy tribunes—[3236] 265 Sic. 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,[3237] Which he so sets at nought. First Cit. He shall well know[3238] 270 The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,[3238] And we their hands.[3238] Citizens. He shall, sure on't.[3239] Men. Sir, sir,—[3240] Sic. Peace! Men. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt[3241] 275 With modest warrant. Sic. Sir, how comes 't that you[3242][3243] Have holp to make this rescue?[3242] Men. Hear me speak:[3244] As I do know the consul's worthiness,[3244] So can I name his faults,—[3244] Sic. Consul! what consul? Men. The consul Coriolanus. Bru. He consul![3245] 280 Citizens. No, no, no, no, no.[3239] Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,[3246] I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;[3247] The which shall turn you to no further harm Than so much loss of time. Sic. Speak briefly then; 285 For we are peremptory to dispatch This viperous traitor: to eject him hence[3248] Were but one danger, and to keep him here[3249] Our certain death: therefore it is decreed He dies to-night. Men. Now the good gods forbid 290 That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserved children is enroll'd[3250] In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam Should now eat up her own! Sic. He's a disease that must be cut away. 295 Men. 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—[3251] Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath 300 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[3252] A brand to the end o' the world. Sic. This is clean kam.[3253] Bru. Merely awry: when he did love his country,[3254] 305 It honour'd him.[3254] Men. The service of the foot[3255][3256] Being once gangrened, is not then respected[3256][3257] For what before it was.[3258] Bru. We'll hear no more. Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence; Lest his infection, being of catching nature,[3259] 310 Spread further. Men. One word more, one word.[3260] 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;[3261] Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out, 315 And sack great Rome with Romans. Bru. If it were so—[3262] Sic. What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience? Our ædiles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.[3263] Men. Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars[3264] 320 Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd[3265] In bolted language; meal and bran together He throws without distinction. Give me leave, I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him[3266][3267] Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,[3267] 325 In peace, to his utmost peril.[3267] First Sen. Noble tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course[3268] Will prove too bloody; and the end of it Unknown to the beginning. Sic. Noble Menenius,[3269] Be you then as the people's officer.[3269] 330 Masters, lay down your weapons. Bru. Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there:[3270] Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed In our first way. Men. I'll bring him to you.[3271][3272] [To the Senators] Let me desire your company: he must come,[3272][3273] 335 Or what is worst will follow. First Sen. Pray you, let's to him. [Exeunt.[3274]