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Cor. I'll give my Reasons,
More worthy than their Voices. They know the Corn
Was not our recompence, resting well assur'd
They ne'er did Service for't, being prest to th’War,
Even when the Navel of the State was touch'd,
They would not thred the Gates: This kind of Service
Did not deserve Corn gratis. Being i'th' War,
Their Mutinies and Revolts, wherein they shew'd
Most Valour, spoke 'not for them. Th' Accusation

1 Which they have often made against the Senate, All cause unborn, could never be the Native of our so frank Donation. Well, what then? How shall this Bosom-multiplied, digest

The Senate's courtesie? 'Let Deeds express
What's like to be their Words-- We did request it--- ***
We are the greater Poll, and in true kear
They gave us our Demands. Thus we debase

The Nature of our Seats, and make the Rabble
Call our Cares, Fears; which will in time
Break open the Locks o'th Senate, and bring in
The Crows to peck the Eaglès-

Men. Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-measure.

Cor. No, take more.
What may be sworn by, both Divine and Human,
Seal what I end withal. This double worship,
Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
Insult without all season; where Gentry, Title, Wisdom,
Cannot conclude, but by the Yea and No
Of general Ignorance, it must omit
Real Necessities, and give way the while
To unstable Slightness: Purpose fo barr'd, it follows,
Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,
You that will be less fearful than discreet,
That love the Fundamental part of State
More than you doubt the change of t; that prefer
A noble Life before a long, and wish
To jump a Body with a dangerous Physick,
That's sure of Death without it; at once pluck out
The Multitudinous Tongue, let them not lick
The sweet which is their Poison. Your dishonour



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Mangles true Judgment, and bereaves the State
Of thac Integrity which should become it :
Not having the Power to do the good it would
For th' ill which doth controul it.

Bru. Has said enough

Sic. H’as spoken like a Traitor, and shall answer
As Traitors do.

Cor. Thou Wretch! despight o'er-whelm thee !---
What should the People do with these bald Tribunes?
On whom depending, their Obedience fails
To th'greater Bench, in a Rebellion :
When what's not meet, but what must be, was Law,
Then were they chosen; in a better Hour,
Let what is meet, be said, it must be meet,
And throw their Power i'ch' Dust.

Bru. Manifest Treason-
Sic. This a Consul? No.

Enter an Ædile.
Bru. 'The Ædiles, ho; let him be appreherded.

Sic, Go call the People, in whose Name my self
Attach thee as a Tráiterous Innovator:
A Foe to th’ Publick Weal. Obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer. [Laying hold on Coriolanus.

Cor. Hence, old Goat.
All. We'll surety him.
Com. Aged Sir, Hands off.

Cor. Hence, rotten thing, or I shall shake thy Bones
Out of thy Garments.
Sic. Help me, Citizens. .

Enter a Rabble of Plebeians with the Ædiles.
Men. On both sides more respect.

Sic. Here's he, that would take from you all your Power.

Bru. Seize him, Adiles.
AU. Down with him, down with him.
2 Sen. Weapons, Weapons, Weapons ;

[They all bustle about Coriolanus. Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens. what hoeSicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens.

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Men. What is about to be?-I am out of BreathConfusion's near I cannot speak.--You-Tribunes To th' People----Coriolanus.--. patience---speak, good Sicinius.

Sic. Hear me, People-peace

All. Let's hear our Tribune Peace; speak, speak, speak. Sic. You are at point to lose your Liberties:

. Martius would have all from you; Martins, Whom late you have nam'd for Consul. .

Men. Fie, fie, fie, this is the way to kindle, not to quench.

Sen. To unbuild the City, and to lay all flat.
Sic. What is the City, but the People?
All. True, the People are the City.

Bru. By the confent of all, we were established the Peoples Magistrates.

All. You so remain.
Men. And so are like to do.

Com. That is the way to lay the City flat,
To bring the Roof to the Foundation,
And bury all, which yet distindly ranges,
In h-aps and piles of Ruin.

Sic. This deferves Death.
Bru. Or let us stand to our Authority,
Or let us lose it; we do here pronounce,
Upon the part o'th' People, in whose Power
We were ele&ed theirs, Martius is wortby
Of present Death,

Sic. Therefore lay hold on him;
Bear him to th' Rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into Destruction cast him.

Bru. Ædiles, seize him.
All Ple. Yield, Martins, yield.

Men. Hear me a word, 'beseech you Tribunes, hear me but a word

Ædiles. Peace, peace.

Men. Be that you feem, truly your Country's Friends,
And temp’rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.

Bru. Sir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poy sonous,


Where the difease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the Rock. [Cor. draws bis Sword.

Cor. No, I'll dye here;
There's some among you have beheld me fighting,
Come try upon your selves, what you have seen me.

Men. Down with that Sword, Tribunes withdraw a . while.

Bru. Lay Hands upon him. Mer. Help Martius, help---you that be noble, help him young and old. All. Down with him, down with him. (Exeunt.

[In this Mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the

People are beat in.
Men, Go, get you to your House; be gone, away,
All will be naught else.

2 Sen, Get you gone.
Com. Stand fast, we have as many Friends as Enemies.
Men. Shall it be pur to that?

Sen. The Gods forbid :
I prithee, noble Friend, home to thy House,
Leave us to cure this Cause.

Men. For 'tis a Sore upon us,
You cannot Tent your self; begone, 'beseech you.

Com. Come, Sir, along with us.

Men. I would they were Barbarians, as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd ; not Romans, as they are not,
Though calved in the Porch o'th' Capitol:
Begone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue,
One time will owe another.

Com. On fair Ground I could beat forty of them.

Men. I could my self take up a Brace o'ch'best of them, yea, the two Tribunes,

Com. But now 'eis odds beyond Arithmetick,
And Minhood is callid Fool'ry when it stands
Against a falling Fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the Tag return, whose Rage doth rend
Like interrupted Waters, and o'er-bear
What they are us'd to bear.
Men. Pray you, be gone:

I'll try whether my old Wit be in request

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Coriolanus. Blanw I, brend grad 5! With those that have but little; this must be patcht ad With Cloth of any Colour.

sto y se pse ? Com. Nay, come away,

[Excunt Coriolanus and Cominiuso 1 Sen. This Man has marr'd his Fortune.

Men. His Nature is too noble for the World: He would not flatter Neptune for his Tridens Or Jove, for's power to Thunder: His Heart's his Mouth: What his Breast forges, that his Tongue mult vent ; T And being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of Death.

[A noise within. Here's goodly work.

2 Sen. I would they were a-bed.

Men. I would they were in Tyber.
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

Enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the Rabble again,
Scc. Where is this Viper,
That would depopulate the City, and be every Man himself?

Men. You worthy Tribunes

Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian Rock
With rigorous Hands; he hath refifted Law,
And therefore Law shall scorn him further Trial
Than the severity of the Publick Power,
Which he so sets at nought.

i Cit. He shall well know the noble Tribunes are The Peoples Mouths, and we their Hands.

All. He shall sure out.
Men. Sir, Sir.
Sic. Peace.
Men. Do not cry havock, where you should buc buns
With modest warrant.

Sic. Sir, how comes it that you have holp
To make this rescue?

Men. Heat me speak; as I do know
The Consul's worthinels, so can I Dame his Faultsen.

Sic. Consul! what Conful?
Men. The Consul Coriolanus.
Bru. Ke Consull-
All. No, no, no, no, no.

Men. If by the Tribunes leave,
yours, good People,


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