Act III. Scene I. Coriolanus. Craig, W.J., ed. 1914. The Oxford Shakespeare

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William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914.

Coriolanus

Act III. Scene I.

Rome. A Street.

Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Senators, and Patricians.
Cor. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
Lart. He had, my lord; and that it was which caus’d	4
Our swifter composition.
Cor. So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road
Upon ’s again.	8
Com. They are worn, lord consul, so,
That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again.
Cor. Saw you Aufidius?	12
Lart. On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse
Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town: he is retir’d to Antium.
Cor. Spoke he of me?	16
Lart. He did, my lord.
Cor. How? what?
Lart. How often he had met you, sword to sword;
That of all things upon the earth he hated	20
Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes
To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be call’d your vanquisher.
Cor. At Antium lives he?	24
Lart. At Antium.
Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.

Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS.	28
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.	32
Sic. Pass no further.
Cor. Ha! what is that?
Bru. It will be dangerous to go on: no further.
Cor. What makes this change?	36
Men. The matter?
Com. Hath he not pass’d the noble and the common?
Bru. Cominius, no.
Cor. Have I had children’s voices?	40
First Sen. Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
Bru. The people are incens’d against him.
Sic. Stop,
Or all will fall in broil.	44
Cor. 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?	48
Have you not set them on?
Men. Be calm, be calm.
Cor. It is a purpos’d thing, and grows by plot,
To curb the will of the nobility:	52
Suffer’t, and live with such as cannot rule
Nor ever will be rul’d.
Bru. Call’t not a plot:
The people cry you mock’d them, and of late,	56
When corn was given them gratis, you repin’d;
Scandall’d the suppliants for the people, call’d them
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
Cor. Why, this was known before.	60
Bru. Not to them all.
Cor. Have you inform’d them sithence?
Bru. How! I inform them!
Cor. You are like to do such business.	64
Bru. Not unlike,
Each way, to better yours.
Cor. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me	68
Your fellow tribune.
Sic. 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,	72
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit;
Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.
Men. Let’s be calm.	76
Com. The people are abus’d; set on. This paltering
Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
Deserv’d this so dishonour’d rub, laid falsely
I’ the plain way of his merit.	80
Cor. Tell me of corn!
This was my speech, and I will speak’t again,—
Men. Not now, not now.
First Sen. Not in this heat, sir, now.	84
Cor. 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	88
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,	92
By mingling them with us, the honour’d number;
Who lack’d not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.
Men. Well, no more.	96
First Sen. No more words, we beseech you.
Cor. How! no more!
As for my country I have shed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs	100
Coin words till they decay against those measles,
Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought
The very way to catch them.
Bru. You speak o’ the people,	104
As if you were a god to punish, not
A man of their infirmity.
Sic. ’Twere well
We let the people know’t.	108
Men. What, what? his choler?
Cor. Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, ’twould be my mind!	112
Sic. It is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.
Cor. Shall remain!	116
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute ‘shall?’
Com. ’Twas from the canon.
Cor. ‘Shall!’	120
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	124
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	128
Your dangerous lenity. If you are learned,
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,	132
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	136
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	140
May enter ’twixt the gap of both and take
The one by the other.
Com. Well, on to the market-place.
Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth	144
The corn o’ the store-house grátis, as ’twas us’d
Sometime in Greece,—
Men. Well, well; no more of that.
Cor. Though there the people had more absolute power,	148
I say, they nourish’d disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.
Bru. Why, shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?	152
Cor. I’ll give my reasons,
More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
Was not our recompense, resting well assur’d
They ne’er did service for ’t. Being press’d to the war,	156
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	160
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?	164
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	168
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	172
To peck the eagles.
Men. Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-measure.
Cor. No, take more:	176
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,	180
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	184
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	188
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	192
The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour
Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state
Of that integrity which should become it,
Not having the power to do the good it would,	196
For the ill which doth control ’t.
Bru. He has said enough.
Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
As traitors do.	200
Cor. 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,	204
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.	208
Bru. Manifest treason!
Sic. This a consul? No.
Bru. The ædiles, ho! Let him be apprehended.

Enter an Ædile.	212
Sic. Go, call the people; [Exit Ædile] 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.	216
Cor. Hence, old goat!
Sen. We’ll surety him.
Com. Aged sir, hands off.
Cor. Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones	220
Out of thy garments.
Sic. Help, ye citizens!

Re-enter Ædiles, with Others, and a rabble of Citizens.
Men. On both sides more respect.	224
Sic. Here’s he that would take from you all your power.
Bru. Seize him, ædiles!
Citizens. Down with him!—down with him!—
Sen. Weapons!—weapons!—weapons!— [They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying	228
Tribunes!—patricians!—citizens!—What ho!—
Sicinius!—Brutus!—Coriolanus!—Citizens!
Peace!—Peace!—Peace!—Stay!—Hold!—Peace!
Men. What is about to be?—I am out of breath;	232
Confusion’s near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
Speak, good Sicinius.
Sic. Hear me, people; peace!	236
Citizens. Let’s hear our tribune:—Peace!—Speak, speak, speak.
Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties:
Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
Whom late you have nam’d for consul.	240
Men. Fie, fie, fie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
First Sen. To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
Sic. What is the city but the people?	244
Citizens. True,
The people are the city.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish’d
The people’s magistrates.	248
Citizens. You so remain.
Men. And so are like to do.
Com. That is the way to lay the city flat;
To bring the roof to the foundation,	252
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.
Sic. This deserves death.
Bru. Or let us stand to our authority,	256
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.	260
Sic. Therefore lay hold of him;
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.
Bru. Ædiles, seize him!	264
Citizens. Yield, Marcius, yield!
Men. Hear me one word;
Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
Æd. Peace, peace!	268
Men. Be that you seem, truly your country’s friends,
And temperately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redress.
Bru. Sir, those cold ways,	272
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the rock.
Cor. No, I’ll die here. [Drawing his sword.	276
There’s some among you have beheld me fighting:
Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
Men. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.	280
Men. Help Marcius, help,
You that be noble; help him, young and old!
Citizens. Down with him!—down with him! [In this mutiny the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the People are beat in.
Men. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!	284
All will be naught else.
Sec. Sen. Get you gone.
Cor. Stand fast;
We have as many friends as enemies.	288
Men. Shall it be put to that?
First Sen. The gods forbid!
I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.	292
Men. For ’tis a sore upon us,
You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
Com. Come, sir, along with us.
Cor. I would they were barbarians,—as they are,	296
Though in Rome litter’d,—not Romans,—as they are not,
Though calv’d i’ the porch o’ the Capitol,—
Men. Be gone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;	300
One time will owe another.
Cor. On fair ground
I could beat forty of them.
Men. I could myself	304
Take up a brace o’ the best of them; yea, the two tribunes.
Com. But now ’tis odds beyond arithmetic;
And manhood is call’d foolery when it stands
Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,	308
Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters and o’erbear
What they are us’d to bear.
Men. Pray you, be gone.	312
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.
Com. Nay, come away. [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and Others.	316
First Pat. This man has marr’d his fortune.
Men. 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:	320
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!	324
Sec. Pat. I would they were a-bed!
Men. I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
Could he not speak ’em fair?

Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble.	328
Sic. Where is this viper
That would depopulate the city and
Be every man himself?
Men. You worthy tribunes,—	332
Sic. 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,	336
Which he so sets at nought.
First Cit. He shall well know
The noble tribunes are the people’s mouths,
And we their hands.	340
Citizens. He shall, sure on’t.
Men. Sir, sir,—
Sic. Peace!
Men. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt	344
With modest warrant.
Sic. Sir, how comes ’t that you
Have holp to make this rescue?
Men. Hear me speak:	348
As I do know the consul’s worthiness,
So can I name his faults.
Sic. Consul! what consul?
Men. The Consul Coriolanus.	352
Bru. He consul!
Citizens. No, no, no, no, no.
Men. If, by the tribunes’ leave, and yours, good people,
I may be heard, I would crave a word or two,	356
The which shall turn you to no further harm
Than so much loss of time.
Sic. Speak briefly then;
For we are peremptory to dispatch	360
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.	364
Men. 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	368
Should now eat up her own!
Sic. He’s a disease that must be cut away.
Men. O! he’s a limb that has but a disease;
Mortal to cut it off; to cure it easy.	372
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;	376
And what is left, to lose it by his country,
Were to us all, that do’t and suffer it,
A brand to th’ end o’ the world.
Sic. This is clean kam.	380
Bru. Merely awry: when he did love his country
It honour’d him.
Men. The service of the foot
Being once gangren’d, is not then respected	384
For what before it was.
Bru. We’ll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence,
Lest his infection, being of catching nature,	388
Spread further.
Men. One word more, one word.
This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
The harm of unscann’d swiftness, will, too late,	392
Tie leaden pounds to’s heels. Proceed by process;
Lest parties—as he is belov’d—break out,
And sack great Rome with Romans.
Bru. If ’twere so,—	396
Sic. What do ye talk?
Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
Our ædiles smote? ourselves resisted? Come!
Men. Consider this: he has been bred i’ the wars	400
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	404
Where he shall answer by a lawful form,—
In peace,—to his utmost peril.
First Sen. Noble tribunes,
It is the humane way: the other course	408
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.
Sic. Noble Menenius,
Be you then as the people’s officer.	412
Masters, lay down your weapons.
Bru. Go not home.
Sic. Meet on the market-place. We’ll attend you there:
Where, if you bring not Marcius, we’ll proceed	416
In our first way.
Men. I’ll bring him to you.
[To the Senators.] Let me desire your company. He must come,
Or what is worst will follow.	420
First Sen. Pray you, let’s to him. [Exeunt.

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