Sic. You show too much of that
For which the people stir; if you will pass 52
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.
Men. Let's be calm. 56
Com. The people are abus'd; set on. This palt'ring
Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
Deserv'd this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
I' the plain way of his merit.
Cor. Tell me of corn! 60
This was my speech, and I will speak 't again—
Men. Not now, not now.
Senat. Not in this heat, sir, now.
Cor. Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
I crave their pardons: 64
For the mutable, rank-scented meiny, let them
Regard me as I do not flatter, and
Therein behold themselves: I say again,
In soothing them we nourish 'gainst our senate 68
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 72
Which they have given to beggars.
Men. Well, no more.
Senat. No more words, we beseech you.
51 that: that defect of character
56 yoke: join in service
57 abus'd: deceived
set on: incited
59 dishonour'd rub: shameful obstruction
falsely: treacherously
65 meiny: multitude
66 Regard . . . flatter: heed my unflattering presentation
69 cockle: noxious weed
