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Act III, Scene 1
1Rome. A street.
2Cornets. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, all the Gentry, Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators.
3CoriolanusTullus Aufidius then had made new head?
4LartiusHe had, my lord; and that it was which caused
Our swifter composition.
5CoriolanusSo then the Volsces stand but as at first,
Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road
Upon’s again.
6CominiusThey are worn, lord consul, so,
That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again.
7CoriolanusSaw you Aufidius?
8LartiusOn safeguard he came to me; and did curse
Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.
9CoriolanusSpoke he of me?
10LartiusHe did, my lord.
11CoriolanusHow? what?
12LartiusHow 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
To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be call’d your vanquisher.
13CoriolanusAt Antium lives he?
14LartiusAt Antium.
15CoriolanusI wish I had a cause to seek him there,
To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
16Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
17Behold, 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.
18SiciniusPass no further.
19CoriolanusHa! what is that?
20BrutusIt will be dangerous to go on: no further.
21CoriolanusWhat makes this change?
22MeneniusThe matter?
23CominiusHath he not pass’d the noble and the common?
24BrutusCominius, no.
25CoriolanusHave I had children’s voices?
26First SenatorTribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
27BrutusThe people are incensed against him.
28SiciniusStop,
Or all will fall in broil.
29CoriolanusAre these your herd?
Must these have voices, that can yield them now
And straight disclaim their tongues? What are your offices?
You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
Have you not set them on?
30MeneniusBe calm, be calm.
31CoriolanusIt is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the nobility:
Suffer’t, and live with such as cannot rule
Nor ever will be ruled.
32BrutusCall’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
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
33CoriolanusWhy, this was known before.
34BrutusNot to them all.
35CoriolanusHave you inform’d them sithence?
36BrutusHow! I inform them!
37CoriolanusYou are like to do such business.
38BrutusNot unlike,
Each way, to better yours.
39CoriolanusWhy then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.
40SiciniusYou show too much of that
For which the people stir: if you will pass
To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.
41MeneniusLet’s be calm.
42CominiusThe people are abused; set on. This paltering
Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
Deserved this so dishonour’d rub, laid falsely
I’ the plain way of his merit.
43CoriolanusTell me of corn!
This was my speech, and I will speak’t again—
44MeneniusNot now, not now.
45First SenatorNot in this heat, sir, now.
46CoriolanusNow, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
I crave their pardons:
For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
Regard me as I do not flatter, and
Therein behold themselves: I say again,
In soothing them, we nourish ’gainst our senate
The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
Which we ourselves have plough’d for, sow’d, and scatter’d,
By mingling them with us, the honour’d number,
Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.
47MeneniusWell, no more.
48First SenatorNo more words, we beseech you.
49CoriolanusHow! no more!
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
The very way to catch them.
50BrutusYou speak o’ the people,
As if you were a god to punish, not
A man of their infirmity.
51Sicinius’Twere well
We let the people know’t.
52MeneniusWhat, what? his choler?
53CoriolanusCholer!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, ’twould be my mind!
54SiciniusIt is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.
55CoriolanusShall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute “shall”?
56Cominius’Twas from the canon.
57Coriolanus“Shall”!
O good but most unwise patricians! why,
You grave but reckless senators, have you thus
Given Hydra here to choose an officer,
That with his peremptory “shall,” being but
The horn and noise o’ the monster’s, wants not spirit
To say he’ll turn your current in a ditch,
And make your channel his? If he have power,
Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake
Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn’d,
Be not as common fools; if you are not,
Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
If they be senators: and they are no less,
When, both your voices blended, the great’st taste
Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate,
And such a one as he, who puts his “shall,”
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
May enter ’twixt the gap of both and take
The one by the other.
58CominiusWell, on to the market-place.
59CoriolanusWhoever gave that counsel, to give forth
The corn o’ the storehouse gratis, as ’twas used
Sometime in Greece—
60MeneniusWell, well, no more of that.
61CoriolanusThough there the people had more absolute power,
I say, they nourish’d disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.
62BrutusWhy, shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?
63CoriolanusI’ll give my reasons,
More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
Was not our recompense, resting well assured
That 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
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show’d
Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation
Which they have often made against the senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the motive
Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bisson multitude digest
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
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 ope the locks o’ the senate and bring in
The crows to peck the eagles.
64MeneniusCome, enough.
65BrutusEnough, with over-measure.
66CoriolanusNo, 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 reason, 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 so 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 on’t, that prefer
A noble life before a long, and wish
To jump a body with a dangerous physic
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
Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state
Of that integrity which should become’t,
Not having the power to do the good it would,
For the in which doth control’t.
67BrutusHas said enough.
68SiciniusHas spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
As traitors do.
69CoriolanusThou wretch, despite o’erwhelm thee!
What should the people do with these bald tribunes?
On whom depending, their obedience fails
To the 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’ the dust.
70BrutusManifest treason!
71SiciniusThis a consul? no.
72BrutusThe aediles, ho!
73Enter an Aedile.
74Let him be apprehended.
75SiciniusGo, call the people: exit Aedile in whose name myself
Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,
A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee,
And follow to thine answer.
76CoriolanusHence, old goat!
77Senators, etc.We’ll surety him.
78CominiusAged sir, hands off.
79CoriolanusHence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.
80SiciniusHelp, ye citizens!
81Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with the Aediles.
82MeneniusOn both sides more respect.
83SiciniusHere’s he that would take from you all your power.
84BrutusSeize him, aediles!
85CitizensDown with him! down with him!
86Senators, etc.Weapons, weapons, weapons! They all bustle about Coriolanus, crying.
“Tribunes!” “Patricians!” “Citizens!” “What, ho!”
“Sicinius!” “Brutus!” “Coriolanus!” “Citizens!”
“Peace, peace, peace!” “Stay, hold, peace!”
87MeneniusWhat is about to be? I am out of breath;
Confusion’s near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
Speak, good Sicinius.
88SiciniusHear me, people; peace!
89CitizensLet’s hear our tribune: peace! Speak, speak, speak.
90SiciniusYou are at point to lose your liberties:
Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
Whom late you have named for consul.
91MeneniusFie, fie, fie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
92First SenatorTo unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
93SiciniusWhat is the city but the people?
94CitizensTrue,
The people are the city.
95BrutusBy the consent of all, we were establish’d
The people’s magistrates.
96CitizensYou so remain.
97MeneniusAnd so are like to do.
98CominiusThat is the way to lay the city flat;
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
99SiciniusThis deserves death.
100BrutusOr let us stand to our authority,
Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,
Upon the part o’ the people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
Of present death.
101SiciniusTherefore lay hold of him;
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.
102BrutusAediles, seize him!
103CitizensYield, Marcius, yield!
104MeneniusHear me one word;
Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
105AedilePeace, peace!
106MeneniusTo Brutus. Be that you seem, truly your country’s friend,
And temperately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.
107BrutusSir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the rock.
108CoriolanusNo, I’ll die here. Drawing his sword.
There’s some among you have beheld me fighting:
Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
109MeneniusDown with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
110BrutusLay hands upon him.
111CominiusHelp Marcius, help,
You that be noble; help him, young and old!
112CitizensDown with him, down with him! In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the Aediles, and the People, are beat in.
113MeneniusGo, get you to your house; be gone, away!
All will be naught else.
114Second SenatorGet you gone.
115CominiusStand fast;
We have as many friends as enemies.
116MeneniusShall it be put to that?
117First SenatorThe gods forbid!
I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.
118MeneniusFor ’tis a sore upon us,
You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
119CominiusCome, sir, along with us.
120CoriolanusI would they were barbarians—as they are,
Though in Rome litter’d—not Romans—as they are not,
Though calved i’ the porch o’ the Capitol—
121MeneniusBe gone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
One time will owe another.
122CoriolanusOn fair ground
I could beat forty of them.
123MeneniusI could myself
Take up a brace o’ the best of them; yea, the two tribunes.
124CominiusBut now ’tis odds beyond arithmetic;
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.
125MeneniusPray you, be gone:
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.
126CominiusNay, come away. Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others.
127A PatricianThis man has marr’d his fortune.
128MeneniusHis nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for’s power to thunder. His heart’s his mouth:
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.
Here’s goodly work!
129Second PatricianI would they were a-bed!
130MeneniusI would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
Could he not speak ’em fair?
131Reenter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble.
132SiciniusWhere is this viper
That would depopulate the city and
Be every man himself?
133MeneniusYou worthy tribunes—
134SiciniusHe 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
Which he so sets at nought.
135First CitizenHe shall well know
The noble tribunes are the people’s mouths,
And we their hands.
136CitizensHe shall, sure on’t.
137MeneniusSir, sir—
138SiciniusPeace!
139MeneniusDo not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
With modest warrant.
140SiciniusSir, how comes’t that you
Have holp to make this rescue?
141MeneniusHear me speak:
As I do know the consul’s worthiness,
So can I name his faults—
142SiciniusConsul! what consul?
143MeneniusThe consul Coriolanus.
144BrutusHe consul!
145CitizensNo, no, no, no, no.
146MeneniusIf, by the tribunes’ leave, and yours, good people,
I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;
The which shall turn you to no further harm
Than so much loss of time.
147SiciniusSpeak briefly then;
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous traitor: to eject him hence
Were but one danger, and to keep him here
Our certain death: therefore it is decreed
He dies to-night.
148MeneniusNow the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enroll’d
In Jove’s own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
149SiciniusHe’s a disease that must be cut away.
150MeneniusO, 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—
Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
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,
A brand to the end o’ the world.
151SiciniusThis is clean kam.
152BrutusMerely awry: when he did love his country,
It honour’d him.
153MeneniusThe service of the foot
Being once gangrened, is not then respected
For what before it was.
154BrutusWe’ll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence;
Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.
155MeneniusOne word more, one word.
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;
Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
And sack great Rome with Romans.
156BrutusIf it were so—
157SiciniusWhat do ye talk?
Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.
158MeneniusConsider this: he has been bred i’ the wars
Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school’d
In bolted language; meal and bran together
He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
I’ll go to him, and undertake to bring him
Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,
In peace, to his utmost peril.
159First SenatorNoble tribunes,
It is the humane way: the other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.
160SiciniusNoble Menenius,
Be you then as the people’s officer.
Masters, lay down your weapons.
161BrutusGo not home.
162SiciniusMeet on the market-place. We’ll attend you there:
Where, if you bring not Marcius, we’ll proceed
In our first way.
163MeneniusI’ll bring him to you.
To the Senators. Let me desire your company: he must come,
Or what is worst will follow.
164First SenatorPray you, let’s to him. Exeunt.