SCENE III.

The Same. The Forum.

Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.

Bru. In this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannical power: If he evade us there,

Enforce him with his envy to the people;

And that the spoil, got on the Antiates,

Was ne'er distributed.

Ed. With old Menenius, and those senators

That always favour'd him.

Sic.

Have you a catalogue

Of all the voices that we have procur'd,

Set down by the poll?

Ed.

I have; 'tis ready, here.
Sic. Have you collected them by tribes?
Ed.

Sic. Assemble presently the people hither:
And when they hear me say, It shall be so

I have.

I' the right and strength o' the commons, be it either For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them, If I say, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death;

Insisting on the old prerogative

And power i' the truth o' the cause.

Ed.

I shall inform them.

Bru. And when such time they have begun to

cry,

Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd

Enforce the present execution

Of what we chance to sentence.

Ed.

Very well.

Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hint, When we shall hap to give't them.

Bru.

Go about it.

[Exit Edile.

Put him to choler straight: He hath been us'd
Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Of contradiction: Being once chaf'd, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks
With us to break his neck.

Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, Senators, and Patricians.

Sic. Well, here he comes.

Men.

Calmly, I do beseech you.

Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece

Will bear the knave by the volume.-The honour'd

gods

Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice

Supply'd with worthy men! plant love among us!

Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,

And not our streets with war!

Ed. List to your tribunes; audience: Peace, I say. Cor. First, hear me speak.

Both Tri.

Well, say.-Peace, ho.

Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present?

Must all determine here?

Sic.

I do demand,

If you submit you to the people's voices,
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 on the wounds his body bears, which show

Like graves i' the holy churchyard.

Cor.

Scars to move laughter only.

Men.

Scratches with briars,

Consider further,

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 pass'd for consul with full voice,

I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour

You take it off again?

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?

Men.

Nay; temperately: Your promise.

Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the peo

ple!

Call me their traitor!-Thou injurious tribune!
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?

Cit. To the rock with him; to the rock with him!

Sic.

We need not put new matter to his charge:

Peace.

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

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.

Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying; Pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
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.

For that he has

Sic. (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