Act 4 — Scene VI. Rome. A public place.[3581]

Sic. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him; His remedies are tame i' the present peace[3582] And quietness of the people, which before Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends[3583] Blush that the world goes well; who rather had, 5 Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold[3584] Dissentious numbers pestering streets than see Our tradesmen singing in their shops and going About their functions friendly. Bru. We stood to 't in good time.

Is this Menenius?[3585] 10 Sic. 'Tis he, 'tis he: O, he is grown most kind[3586] Of late. Hail, sir![3586][3587] Men. Hail to you both! Sic. Your Coriolanus is not much miss'd,[3588] But with his friends: the commonwealth doth stand;[3588] And so would do, were he more angry at it.[3588] 15 Men. All's well; and might have been much better, if[3588] He could have temporized.[3588] Sic. Where is he, hear you? Men. Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife[3589] Hear nothing from him.[3589]

Citizens. The gods preserve you both![3590] Sic. God-den, our neighbours.[3591][3592]20 Bru. God-den to you all, god-den to you all.[3591] First Cit. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both. Sic. Live, and thrive![3593] Bru. Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus[3594] Had loved you as we did.[3594] Citizens. Now the gods keep you![3590] 25 Both Tri. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt Citizens. Sic. This is a happier and more comely time Than when these fellows ran about the streets, Crying confusion. Bru. Caius Marcius was A worthy officer i' the war, but insolent, 30 O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,[3595] Self-loving,—[3596] Sic. And affecting one sole throne,[3597][3598] Without assistance.[3597] Men. I think not so.[3599] Sic. We should by this, to all our lamentation,[3600] If he had gone forth consul, found it so.[3601] 35 Bru. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him.

Æd. Worthy tribunes, There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Reports, the Volsces with two several powers Are enter'd in the Roman territories, 40 And with the deepest malice of the war Destroy what lies before 'em.[3602] Men. 'Tis Aufidius, Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, Thrusts forth his horns again into the world; Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome, 45 And durst not once peep out. Sic. Come, what talk you[3603] Of Marcius?[3603] Bru. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be[3604] The Volsces dare break with us. Men. Cannot be! We have record that very well it can, 50 And three examples of the like have been[3605] Within my age. But reason with the fellow, Before you punish him, where he heard this, Lest you shall chance to whip your information And beat the messenger who bids beware 55 Of what is to be dreaded. Sic. Tell not me:[3606] I know this cannot be.[3606] Bru. Not possible.

Mess. The nobles in great earnestness are going All to the senate-house: some news is come[3607] That turns their countenances. Sic. 'Tis this slave; 60 Go whip him 'fore the people's eyes: his raising; Nothing but his report. Mess. Yes, worthy sir, The slave's report is seconded; and more, More fearful, is deliver'd.[3608] Sic. What more fearful? Mess. It is spoke freely out of many mouths— 65 How probable I do not know—that Marcius, Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, And vows revenge as spacious as between The young'st and oldest thing.[3609] Sic. This is most likely![3610] Bru. Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish[3610] 70 Good Marcius home again.[3610][3611] Sic. The very trick on't. Men. This is unlikely: He and Aufidius can no more atone[3612] Than violentest contrariety.

Sec. Mess. You are sent for to the senate:[3614] 75 A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius Associated with Aufidius, rages Upon our territories; and have already[3615] O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took What lay before them. 80

Com. O, you have made good work! Men. What news? what news? Com. You have holp to ravish your own daughters, and To melt the city leads upon your pates; To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,—[3616] Men. What's the news? what's the news? 85 Com. Your temples burned in their cement, and[3617] Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined Into an auger's bore.[3618] Men. Pray now, your news?— You have made fair work, I fear me.—Pray, your news?— If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,—[3619] Com. If![3620] 90 He is their god: he leads them like a thing[3620] Made by some other deity than nature, That shapes man better; and they follow him, Against us brats, with no less confidence Than boys pursuing summer butterflies, 95 Or butchers killing flies. Men. You have made good work,[3621] You and your apron-men; you that stood so much[3622] Upon the voice of occupation and The breath of garlic-eaters! Com. He'll shake your Rome about your ears.[3623] Men. As Hercules[3624] 100 Did shake down mellow fruit. You have made fair work![3624] Bru. But is this true, sir? Com. Ay; and you'll look pale Before you find it other. All the regions[3625] Do smilingly revolt; and who resist[3626] Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,[3627] 105 And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?[3628] Your enemies and his find something in him.[3628] Men. We are all undone, unless[3628][3629] The noble man have mercy. Com. Who shall ask it? The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people 110 Deserve such pity of him as the wolf Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they[3630] Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even[3631] As those should do that had deserved his hate,[3631] And therein show'd like enemies.[3631] Men. 'Tis true:[3632] 115 If he were putting to my house the brand[3632] That should consume it, I have not the face[3633] To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands,[3634] You and your crafts! you have crafted fair![3635][3634] Com. You have brought A trembling upon Rome, such as was never 120 So incapable of help. Both Tri. Say not, we brought it.[3636] Men. How! was it we? we loved him; but, like beasts[3637][3638] And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,[3637][3639] Who did hoot him out o' the city.[3637][3640] Com. But I fear They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, 125 The second name of men, obeys his points As if he were his officer: desperation Is all the policy, strength and defence, That Rome can make against them.

Men. Here come the clusters[3641] And is Aufidius with him? You are they 130 That made the air unwholesome, when you cast[3642] Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at[3643] Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;[3643][3644] And not a hair upon a soldier's head Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs 135 As you threw caps up will he tumble down, And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; If he could burn us all into one coal,[3645] We have deserved it. Citizens. Faith, we hear fearful news.[3646] First Cit. For mine own part, 140 When I said, banish him, I said, 'twas pity. Sec. Cit. And so did I. Third Cit. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did[3647] very many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was 145 against our will. Com. Ye're goodly things, you voices![3648] Men. You have made[3649][3650] Good work, you and your cry! Shall 's to the Capitol?[3649] Com. O, ay, what else? [Exeunt Cominius and Menenius.[3651] Sic. Go, masters, get you home; be not dismay'd: 150 These are a side that would be glad to have This true which they so seem to fear. Go home, And show no sign of fear. First Cit. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. I ever said we were i' the wrong when we 155 banished him. Sec. Cit. So did we all. But, come, let's home.

Bru. I do not like this news. Sic. Nor I. Bru. Let's to the Capitol: would half my wealth 160 Would buy this for a lie! Sic. Pray, let us go. [Exeunt.[3653]