Coriolanus
Act 3 Scene 3

 

 

 

 

The same. The Forum.

 

 

[Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS]

 

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.

 

BRUTUS

How accompanied?

 

AEdile

With old Menenius, and those senators

That always favour'd him.

 

SICINIUS

Have you a catalogue

Of all the voices that we have procured

Set down by the poll?

 

AEdile

I have; 'tis ready.

 

SICINIUS

Have you collected them by tribes?

 

AEdile

I have.

 

SICINIUS

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.

 

BRUTUS

And when such time they have begun to cry,

Let them not cease, but with a din confused

Enforce the present execution

Of what we chance to sentence.

 

AEdile

Very well.

 

SICINIUS

Make them be strong and ready for this hint,

When we shall hap to give 't them.

 

BRUTUS

Go about it.

 

[Exit AEdile]

 

Put him to choler straight: he hath been used

Ever to conquer, and to have his worth

Of contradiction: being once chafed, 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.

 

SICINIUS

Well, here he comes.

 

[Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, and COMINIUS,

with Senators and Patricians]

 

MENENIUS

Calmly, I do beseech you.

 

CORIOLANUS

Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece

Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'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!

 

First Senator

Amen, amen.

 

MENENIUS

A noble wish.

 

[Re-enter AEdile, with Citizens]

 

SICINIUS

Draw near, ye people.

 

AEdile

List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!

 

CORIOLANUS

First, hear me speak.

 

Both Tribunes

Well, say. Peace, ho!

 

CORIOLANUS

Shall I be charged no further than this present?

Must all determine here?

 

SICINIUS

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 proved upon you?

 

CORIOLANUS

I am content.

 

MENENIUS

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' the holy churchyard.

 

CORIOLANUS

Scratches with briers,

Scars to move laughter only.

 

MENENIUS

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.

 

COMINIUS

Well, well, no more.

 

CORIOLANUS

What is the matter

That being pass'd for consul with full voice,

I am so dishonour'd that the very hour

You take it off again?

 

SICINIUS

Answer to us.

 

CORIOLANUS

Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.

 

SICINIUS

We charge you, that you have contrived 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.

 

CORIOLANUS

How! traitor!

 

MENENIUS

Nay, temperately; your promise.

 

CORIOLANUS

The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people!

Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!

Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,

In thy hand 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.

 

SICINIUS

Mark you this, people?

 

Citizens

To the rock, to the rock with him!

 

SICINIUS

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 the extremest death.

 

BRUTUS

But since he hath

Served well for Rome,--

 

CORIOLANUS

What do you prate of service?

 

BRUTUS

I talk of that, that know it.

 

CORIOLANUS

You?

 

MENENIUS

Is this the promise that you made your mother?

 

COMINIUS

Know, I pray you,--

 

CORIOLANUS

I know no further:

Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,

Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger

But with a grain a day, I would not buy

Their mercy at the price of one fair word;

Nor cheque my courage for what they can give,

To have't with saying 'Good morrow.'

 

SICINIUS

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.

 

COMINIUS

Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,--

 

SICINIUS

He's sentenced; no more hearing.

 

COMINIUS

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 wife's estimate, her womb's increase,

And treasure of my loins; then if I would

Speak that,--

 

SICINIUS

We know your drift: speak what?

 

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.

 

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!

 

Citizens

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

 

[Shouting, and throwing up their caps]

 

SICINIUS

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.

 

[Exeunt]


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