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He's coming.
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He's coming.
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Junius Brutus. 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.
[Enter an AEdile]
What, will he come?
Aedile. He's coming.
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With old Menenius, and those senators
That always favour'd him.
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With old Menenius, and those senators
That always favour'd him.
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Junius Brutus. How accompanied?
Aedile. With old Menenius, and those senators
That always favour'd him.
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I shall inform them.
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I shall inform them.
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Sicinius Velutus. Assemble presently the people hither;
And when they bear me say 'It shall be so
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.
Aedile. I shall inform them.
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List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!
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List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!
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Sicinius Velutus. Draw near, ye people.
Aedile. List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!
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The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
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The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
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Coriolanus. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the 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 rumour 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 not 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, MENENIUS, Senators,]
and Patricians]
Aedile. The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
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Worthy tribunes,
There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
Reports,...
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Worthy tribunes,
There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
Reports, the Volsces with two several powers
Are enter'd in the Roman territories,
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before 'em.
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Junius Brutus. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits safe and still without him.
Aedile. Worthy tribunes,
There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
Reports, the Volsces with two several powers
Are enter'd in the Roman territories,
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before 'em.
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