Speeches (Lines) for Citizens in "The Tragedy of Coriolanus"

Sicinius Velutus. Why, so he did, I am sure.

Citizens. No, no; no man saw 'em.

Junius Brutus. Seize him, AEdiles!

Citizens. Down with him! down with him!
[They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying]
'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!'
'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!'
'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!'

Sicinius Velutus. Hear me, people; peace!

Citizens. Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak.

Sicinius Velutus. What is the city but the people?

Citizens. True,
The people are the city.

Junius Brutus. By the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magistrates.

Citizens. You so remain.

Junius Brutus. AEdiles, seize him!

Citizens. Yield, CORIOLANUS, yield!

Cominius. Help CORIOLANUS, help,
You that be noble; help him, young and old!

Citizens. Down with him, down with him!
[In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the AEdiles, and the]
People, are beat in]

First Citizen. He shall well know
The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
And we their hands.

Citizens. He shall, sure on't.

Junius Brutus. He consul!

Citizens. No, no, no, no, no.

Sicinius Velutus. Mark you this, people?

Citizens. To the rock, to the rock with him!

Sicinius Velutus. 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 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
To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name,
I say it shall be so.

Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:
He's banish'd, and it shall be so.

Junius Brutus. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd,
As enemy to the people and his country:
It shall be so.

Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so.

Aedile. The people's enemy is gone, is gone!

Citizens. Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!

Sicinius Velutus. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,
As he hath followed you, with all despite;
Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard
Attend us through the city.

Citizens. Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come.
The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.

Menenius Agrippa. Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
Hear nothing from him.

Citizens. The gods preserve you both!

Junius Brutus. Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus
Had loved you as we did.

Citizens. Now the gods keep you!

Menenius Agrippa. Here come the clusters.
And is Aufidius with him? You are they
That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
And not a hair upon a soldier's head
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
if he could burn us all into one coal,
We have deserved it.

Citizens. Faith, we hear fearful news.