The Tragedy of Coriolanus (1608)

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Act III, Scene 1

Rome. A street.

Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?

Titus Lartius
He had, my lord; and that it was which caused
Our swifter composition.

So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
Upon's again.

They are worn, lord consul, so,
That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again.

Saw you Aufidius?

Titus Lartius
On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse
Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.

Spoke he of me?

Titus Lartius
He did, my lord.

How? what?

Titus Lartius
How 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.

At Antium lives he?

Titus Lartius
At Antium.

I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
Behold, 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.

Sicinius Velutus
Pass no further.

Ha! what is that?

Junius Brutus
It will be dangerous to go on: no further.

What makes this change?

Menenius Agrippa
The matter?

Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?

Junius Brutus
Cominius, no.

Have I had children's voices?

First Senator
Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.

Junius Brutus
The people are incensed against him.

Sicinius Velutus
Or all will fall in broil.

Are 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?

Menenius Agrippa
Be calm, be calm.

It 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.

Junius Brutus
Call'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.

Why, this was known before.

Junius Brutus
Not to them all.

Have you inform'd them sithence?

Junius Brutus
How! I inform them!

You are like to do such business.

Junius Brutus
Not unlike,
Each way, to better yours.

Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.

Sicinius Velutus
You 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.

Menenius Agrippa
Let's be calm.

The 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.

Tell me of corn!
This was my speech, and I will speak't again--

Menenius Agrippa
Not now, not now.

First Senator
Not in this heat, sir, now.

Now, 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.

Menenius Agrippa
Well, no more.

First Senator
No more words, we beseech you.

How! 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 tatter us, yet sought
The very way to catch them.

Junius Brutus
You speak o' the people,
As if you were a god to punish, not
A man of their infirmity.

Sicinius Velutus
'Twere well
We let the people know't.

Menenius Agrippa
What, what? his choler?

Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, 'twould be my mind!

Sicinius Velutus
It is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.

Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute 'shall'?

'Twas from the canon.

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 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.

Well, on to the market-place.

Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
Sometime in Greece,--

Menenius Agrippa
Well, well, no more of that.

Though there the people had more absolute power,
I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.

Junius Brutus
Why, shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?

I'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.

Menenius Agrippa
Come, enough.

Junius Brutus
Enough, with over-measure.

No, 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.

Junius Brutus
Has said enough.

Sicinius Velutus
Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
As traitors do.

Thou 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.

Junius Brutus
Manifest treason!

Sicinius Velutus
This a consul? no.

Junius Brutus
The aediles, ho!
[Enter an AEdile]
Let him be apprehended.

Sicinius Velutus
Go, 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.

Hence, old goat!

Aged sir, hands off.

Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.

Sicinius Velutus
Help, ye citizens!
[Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with]
the AEdiles]

Menenius Agrippa
On both sides more respect.

Sicinius Velutus
Here's he that would take from you all your power.

Junius Brutus
Seize him, AEdiles!

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!'

Menenius Agrippa
What 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.

Sicinius Velutus
Hear me, people; peace!

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

Sicinius Velutus
You are at point to lose your liberties:
CORIOLANUS would have all from you; CORIOLANUS,
Whom late you have named for consul.

Menenius Agrippa
Fie, fie, fie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.

First Senator
To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.

Sicinius Velutus
What is the city but the people?

The people are the city.

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

You so remain.

Menenius Agrippa
And so are like to do.

That 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.

Sicinius Velutus
This deserves death.

Junius Brutus
Or 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, CORIOLANUS is worthy
Of present death.

Sicinius Velutus
Therefore lay hold of him;
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.

Junius Brutus
AEdiles, seize him!

Yield, CORIOLANUS, yield!

Menenius Agrippa
Hear me one word;
Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.

Peace, peace!

Menenius Agrippa
[To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your
country's friend,
And temperately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.

Junius Brutus
Sir, 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.

No, 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.

Menenius Agrippa
Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.

Junius Brutus
Lay hands upon him.

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

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

Menenius Agrippa
Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
All will be naught else.

Second Senator
Get you gone.

Stand fast;
We have as many friends as enemies.

Menenius Agrippa
Sham it be put to that?

First Senator
The gods forbid!
I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.

Menenius Agrippa
For 'tis a sore upon us,
You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.

Come, sir, along with us.

I 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--

Menenius Agrippa
Be gone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
One time will owe another.

On fair ground
I could beat forty of them.

I could myself
Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
two tribunes:
But 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.

Menenius Agrippa
Pray 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.

Nay, come away.

This man has marr'd his fortune.

Menenius Agrippa
His 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!

Second Patrician
I would they were abed!

Menenius Agrippa
I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
Could he not speak 'em fair?

Sicinius Velutus
Where is this viper
That would depopulate the city and
Be every man himself?

Menenius Agrippa
You worthy tribunes,--

Sicinius Velutus
He 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.

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

He shall, sure on't.

Menenius Agrippa
Sir, sir,--

Menenius Agrippa
Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
With modest warrant.

Sicinius Velutus
Sir, how comes't that you
Have holp to make this rescue?

Menenius Agrippa
Hear me speak:
As I do know the consul's worthiness,
So can I name his faults,--

Sicinius Velutus
Consul! what consul?

Menenius Agrippa
The consul Coriolanus.

Junius Brutus
He consul!

No, no, no, no, no.

Menenius Agrippa
If, 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.

Sicinius Velutus
Speak 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.

Menenius Agrippa
Now 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!

Sicinius Velutus
He's a disease that must be cut away.

Menenius Agrippa
O, 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.

Sicinius Velutus
This is clean kam.

Junius Brutus
Merely awry: when he did love his country,
It honour'd him.

Menenius Agrippa
The service of the foot
Being once gangrened, is not then respected
For what before it was.

Junius Brutus
We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.

Menenius Agrippa
One 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.

Junius Brutus
If it were so,--

Sicinius Velutus
What do ye talk?
Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.

Menenius Agrippa
Consider 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.

First Senator
Noble tribunes,
It is the humane way: the other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.

Sicinius Velutus
Noble Menenius,
Be you then as the people's officer.
Masters, lay down your weapons.

Junius Brutus
Go not home.

Sicinius Velutus
Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there:
Where, if you bring not CORIOLANUS, we'll proceed
In our first way.

Menenius Agrippa
I'll bring him to you.
[To the Senators]
Let me desire your company: he must come,
Or what is worst will follow.

First Senator
Pray you, let's to him.


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