Scene 3
Rome. The forum.
(Sicinius, Brutus, First Aedile, Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators, Patricians, Plebeians)
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.
What, will he come?
1. AED.
He’s coming.
BRU.
How accompanied?
1. AED.
With old Menenius and those senators
That always favor’d him.
SIC.
Have you a catalogue
Of all the voices that we have procur’d,
Set down by th’ poll?
1. AED.
I have; ’tis ready.
SIC.
Have you collected them by tribes?
1. AED.
I have.
SIC.
Assemble presently the people hither;
And when they hear me say, “It shall be so
I’ th’ right and strength a’ th’ 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’ th’ truth a’ th’ cause.
1. AED.
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.
1. AED.
Very well.
SIC.
Make them be strong, and ready for this hint
When we shall hap to give’t them.
BRU.
Go about it.
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, and Cominius, with others, Senators and Patricians.
SIC.
Well, here he comes.
MEN.
Calmly, I do beseech you.
COR.
Ay, as an hostler, that for th’ poorest piece
Will bear the knave by th’ volume. Th’ honor’d gods
Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
Supplied with worthy men! Plant love among ’s!
Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
And not our streets with war!
1. SEN.
Amen, amen.
MEN.
A noble wish.
Enter the First Aedile with the Plebeians.
SIC.
Draw near, ye people.
1. AED.
List to your tribunes. Audience! Peace, I say!
COR.
First hear me speak.
ALL PLEBEIANS.
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
Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i’ th’ holy churchyard.
COR.
Scratches with briers,
Scars to move laughter only.
MEN.
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 dishonor’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’ th’ lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor, thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sate 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?
ALL PLEBEIANS.
To th’ rock, to th’ rock with him!
SIC.
Peace!
We need not put new matter to his charge.
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 th’ extremest death.
BRU.
But since he hath
Serv’d well for Rome—
COR.
What do you prate of service?
BRU.
I talk of that, that know it.
COR.
You?
MEN.
Is this the promise that you made your mother?
COM.
Know, I pray you—
COR.
I’ll know no further.
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, fleaing, 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.”
SIC.
For that he has
(As much as in him lies) from time to time
Envied 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 doth distribute it—in the name a’ th’ 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
To enter our Rome gates. I’ th’ people’s name,
I say it shall be so.
ALL PLEBEIANS.
It shall be so, it shall be so. Let him away!
He’s banish’d, and it shall be so.
COM.
Hear me, my masters, and my common friends—
SIC.
He’s sentenc’d; no more hearing.
COM.
Let me speak.
I have been consul, and can show for Rome
Her enemies’ marks upon me. I do love
My country’s good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, than mine own life,
My dear wive’s estimate, her womb’s increase
And treasure of my loins; then if I would
Speak that—
SIC.
We know your drift. Speak what?
BRU.
There’s no more to be said, but he is banish’d
As enemy to the people and his country.
It shall be so.
ALL PLEBEIANS.
It shall be so, it shall be so.
COR.
You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate
As reek a’ th’ rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air—I banish you!
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders, till at length
Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels,
Making but reservation of yourselves,
Still your own foes) deliver you as most
Abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back;
There is a world elsewhere.
Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, cum aliis (Menenius, Senators, and Patricians).
1. AED.
The people’s enemy is gone, is gone!
ALL PLEBEIANS.
Our enemy is banish’d, he is gone! Hoo! Hoo!
They all shout and throw up their caps.
SIC.
Go see him out at gates, and follow him,
As he hath follow’d you, with all despite;
Give him deserv’d vexation. Let a guard
Attend us through the city.
ALL PLEBEIANS.
Come, come, let’s see him out at gates, come.
The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.
Exeunt.
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