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Men. Down with that sword;-Tribunes, with
Bru. Lay hands upon him. Men. Help! help Marcius! help, You that be noble; help him, young, and old! Cit. Down with him, down with him!
[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Ediles, and the people, are beat in.
Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away, All will be naught else.
Get you gone.
Men. For 'tis a sore upon us, You cannot tent yourself: Begone, 'beseech you. Com. Come, sir, along with us.
Cor. I would they were barbarians, (as they are, Though in Rome litter'd,) not Romans, (as they are not,
Though calv'd i' the porch o' the Capitol,)—
I could beat forty of them.
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
On fair ground,
I could myself
Take up a brace of the best of them; yea, the two
.Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick;
Men. Pray you, be I'll try whether my old wit be in request With those that have but little; this must be patch'd With cloth of any colour.
Nay, come away.
[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and Others. 1 Pat. This man has marr'd his fortune. Men. His nature is too hoble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
[A noise within.
Here's goodly work!
I would they were a-bed! Men. I would they were in Tiber!-What, the
Could he not speak them fair?
Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble.
That would depopulate the city, and
You worthy tribunes,— Sic. He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law,
He shall, sure on't.
[Several speak together. Sir,
Men. Do not cry, havock, where you
With modest warrant.
Sir, how comes't, that you
Hear me speak:
Consul! what consul?
Men. The consul Coriolanus.
Cit. No, no, no, no, no.
Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good
He a consul!
I may be heard, I'd crave a word or two;
The which shall turn you to no further harm,
Were but one danger; and, to keep him here,
Our certain death; therefore, it is decreed,
He dies to-night.
Sic. He's a disease, that must be cut away.
A brand to the end o' the world.
This is clean kam. Bru. Merely awry: When he did love his country,
It honour'd him.
Tie leaden pounds to his heels. Proceed by process;
Lest parties (as he is belov'd) break out,
Sic. What do
If it were so,
Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd
Go not home. Sic. Meet on the market-place:-We'll attend you there:
Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed
Or what is worst will follow.
I'll bring him to you:
Let me desire your company. [to the Senators.] He must come,
Pray you, let's to him. [Exeunt.