Coriolanus (1924) Yale/Text/Act III
ACT THIRD
Scene One
[Rome. A Street]
Cornets. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, all the Gentry,
Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators.
Cor. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
Lart. He had, my lord; and that it was which caus'd
Our swifter composition.
Cor. So then the Volsces stand but as at first, 4
Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road
Upon 's again.
Com. They are worn, lord consul, so,
That we shall hardly in our ages see
Their banners wave again.
Cor. Saw you Aufidius? 8
Lart. On safeguard 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?
Lart. He did, my lord.
Cor. How? what? 12
Lart. 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 16
Be call'd your vanquisher.
Cor. At Antium lives he?
Lart. At Antium.
Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. 20
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
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.
Sic. Pass no further. 24
Cor. Ha! what is that?
Bru. It will be dangerous to go on: no further.
Cor. What makes this change?
Men. The matter? 27
Com. Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
Bru. Cominius, no.
Cor. Have I had children's voices?
Senat. 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.
Cor. Are these your herd? 32
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?
Men. Be calm, be calm. 36
Cor. It is a purpos'd 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 rul'd.
Bru. Call 't not a plot: 40
The people cry you mock'd them, and of late,
When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd;
Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness. 44
Cor. Why, this was known before.
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.
Bru. Not unlike,
Each way, to better yours. 48
Cor. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.
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.
Cor. How! no more!
As for my country I have shed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs 76
Coin words till their decay against those measles,
Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought
The very way to catch them.
Bru. You speak o' the people,
As if you were a god to punish, not 80
A man of their infirmity.
Sic. 'Twere well
We let the people know 't.
Men. What, what? his choler?
Cor. Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep, 84
By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
Sic. It is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.
Cor. Shall remain!
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you 88
His absolute 'Shall'?
Com. 'Twas from the canon.
Cor. 'Shall!'
O good but most unwise patricians! why,
You grave but reckless senators, have you thus
Given Hydra here to choose an officer, 92
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, 96
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 100
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,' 104
His popular 'shall,' against a graver bench
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, 108
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take
The one by th' other.
Com. Well, on to the market-place.
Cor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth 112
The corn o' the store-house gratis, as 'twas us'd
Sometime in Greece,—
Men. Well, well; no more of that.
Cor. Though there the people had more absolute power,
I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed 116
The ruin of the state.
Bru. Why, shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?
Cor. I'll give my reasons,
More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
Was not our recompense, resting well assur'd 120
They 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, 124
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd
Most valour, spoke not for them. Th' accusation
Which they have often made against the senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the motive 128
Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bosom multiplied digest
The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
What's like to be their words: 'We did request it; 132
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 136
The locks o' the senate, and bring in the crows
To peck the eagles.
Men. Come, enough.
Bru. Enough, with over-measure.
Cor. No, take more:
What may be sworn by, both divine and human, 140
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 144
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,— 148
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 152
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 156
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 th' ill which doth control 't.
Bru. H'as said enough. 160
Sic. H'as spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
As traitors do.
Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee! 163
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, 168
Let what is meet be said it must be meet,
And throw their power i' the dust.
Bru. Manifest treason!
Sic. This a consul? no.
Bru. The ædiles, ho!
Enter an Ædile.
Let him be apprehended. 172
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.
Cor. Hence, old goat! 176
All. We'll surety him.
Com. Ag'd sir, hands off.
Cor. Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.
Sic. Help, ye citizens!
Enter a rabble of Plebeians with the Ædiles.
Men. On both sides more respect. 180
Sic. Here's he that would take from you all your power.
Bru. Seize him, ædiles!
All. Down with him!—down with him!—
2. Sen. Weapons!—weapons!—weapons!— 184
They all bustle about Coriolanus.
Tribunes!—patricians!—citizens!—What ho!—
Sicinius!—Brutus!—Coriolanus!—Citizens!
All. Peace!—Peace!—Peace!—Stay!—Hold!—Peace!
Men. What is about to be?—I am out of breath; 188
Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
Speak, good Sicinius.
Sic. Hear me, people; peace!
All. Let's hear our tribune:—Peace!— Speak, speak, speak. 192
Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties:
Martius would have all from you; Martius,
Whom late you have nam'd for consul.
Men. Fie, fie, fie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench. 196
Sen. To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
Sic. What is the city but the people?
All. True,
The people are the city.
Bru. By the consent of all, we were establish'd 200
The people's magistrates.
All. 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, 204
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,
Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce, 208
Upon the part o' the people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Of present death.
Sic. Therefore lay hold of him;
Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence 212
Into destruction cast him.
Bru. Ædiles, seize him!
All Ple. Yield, Martius, yield!
Men. Hear me one word;
Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
Æd. Peace, peace! 216
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,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous 220
Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the rock.
Cor. No, I'll die here.
There's some among you have beheld me fighting:
Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. 224
Men. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
Bru. Lay hands upon him.
Men. Help Martius, help,
You that be noble; help him, young and old!
All. Down with him!—down with him! 228
Exeunt.
In this mutiny the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and
Men. Go, get you-to your house; begone, away!
All will be naught else.
2. Sen. Get you gone.
Cor. Stand fast;
We have as many friends as enemies.
Men. Shall it be put to that?
Sen. The gods forbid! 232
I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.
Men. For 'tis a sore upon us
You cannot tent yourself: begone, beseech you.
Com. Come, sir, along with us. 236
Cor. I would they were barbarians,—as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd,—not Romans,—as they are not,
Though calv'd i' the porch o' the Capitol,—
Men. Begone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; 240
One time will owe another.
Cor. On fair ground
I could beat forty of them.
Men. I could myself
Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the two tribunes.
Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; 244
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 248
What they are us'd to bear.
Men. Pray you, begone.
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. 252
Patri. 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: 256
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!
Patri. I would they were a-bed! 260
Men. I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
Could he not speak 'em fair?
Enter Brutus and Sicinius with the rabble again.
Sic. Where is this viper
That would depopulate the city and
Be every man himself?
Men. You worthy tribunes,— 264
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, 268
Which he so sets at nought.
1. Cit. He shall well know
The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
And we their hands.
All. He shall, sure on 't.
Men. Sir, sir,—
Sic. Peace! 272
Men. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
With modest warrant.
Sic. Sir, how comes 't that you
Have holp to make this rescue?
Men. Hear me speak:
As I do know the consul's worthiness, 276
So can I name his faults.
Sic. Consul! what consul?
Men. The Consul Coriolanus.
Bru. He consul!
All. No, no, no, no, no.
Men. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people, 280
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.
Sic. Speak briefly then;
For we are peremptory to dispatch 284
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.
Men. Now the good gods forbid 288
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! 292
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.
What has he done to Rome that's worthy death? 296
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, 300
Were to us all, that do 't and suffer it,
A brand to th' end o' the world.
Sic. This is clean kam.
Bru. Merely awry: when he did love his country
It honour'd him.
Men. The service of the foot, 304
Being once gangren'd, is not then respected
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, 308
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,
Tie leaden pounds to 's heels. Proceed by process; 312
Lest parties—as he is belov'd—break out,
And sack great Rome with Romans.
Bru. If it were so,—
Sic. What do ye talk?
Have we not had a taste of his obedience? 316
Our ædiles smote? ourselves resisted? Come!
Men. Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars
Since a' could draw a sword, and is ill school'd
In bolted language; meal and bran together 320
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.
1. Sen. Noble tribunes, 324
It is the humane way: the other course
Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
Unknown to the beginning.
Sic. Noble Menenius,
Be you then as the people's officer. 328
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 Martius, we'll proceed
In our first way. 332
Men. I'll bring him to you.
[To the Senators.] Let me desire your company. He must come,
Or what is worst will follow.
Sen. Pray you, let's to him.
Scene Two
[The Same. A Room in Coriolanus's House]
Enter Coriolanus with Nobles.
Cor. Let them pull all about mine ears; present me
Death on the wheel, or at wild horses' heels;
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch 4
Below the beam of sight; yet will I still
Be thus to them.
Noble. You do the nobler.
Cor. I muse my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont 8
To call them woollen vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be still, and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up 12
To speak of peace or war.
Enter Volumnia.
I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? Would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.
Vol. O! sir, sir, sir, 16
I would have had you put your power well on
Before you had worn it out.
Cor. Let go.
Vol. You might have been enough the man you are
With striving less to be so: lesser had been 20
The thwartings of your dispositions if
You had not show'd them how you were dispos'd,
Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
Cor. Let them hang.
Vol. Ay, and burn too. 24
Enter Menenius with the Senators.
Men. Come, come; you have been too rough, something too rough;
You must return and mend it.
Sen. There's no remedy;
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Cleave in the midst, and perish.
Vol. Pray be counsell'd. 28
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.
Men. Well said, noble woman!
Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that 32
The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.
Cor. What must I do?
Men. Return to the tribunes.
Cor. Well, what then? what then? 36
Men. Repent what you have spoke.
Cor. For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
Must I then do 't to them?
Vol. You are too absolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble, 40
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,
I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
In peace what each of them by th' other lose, 44
That they combine not there.
Cor. Tush, tush!
Men. A good demand.
Vol. If it be honour in your wars to seem
The same you are not,—which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy,—how is it less or worse, 48
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war, since that to both
It stands in like request?
Cor. Why force you this?
Vol. Because that now it lies you on to speak 52
To the people; not by your own instruction,
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
But with such words that are but rooted in
Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables 56
Of no allowance to your bosom's truth.
Now this no more dishonours you at all
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
Which else would put you to your fortune and 60
The hazard of much blood.
I would dissemble with my nature where
My fortunes and my friends at stake requir'd
I should do so in honour: I am in this, 64
Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
And you will rather show our general louts
How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em,
For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard 68
Of what that want might ruin.
Men. Noble lady!
Come, go with us; speak fair; you may salve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.
Vol. I prithee now, my son, 72
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch'd it,—here be with them,—
Thy knee bussing the stones,—for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant 76
More learned than the ears,—waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling: or say to them, 80
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame 84
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power and person.
Men. This but done,
Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free 88
As words to little purpose.
Vol. Prithee now,
Go, and be rul'd; although I know thou hadst rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower.
Enter Cominius.
Here is Cominius. 92
Com. I have been i' the market-place; and, sir, 'tis fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness or by absence: all's in anger.
Men. Only fair speech.
Com. I think 'twill serve, if he 96
Can thereto frame his spirit.
Vol. He must, and will.
Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
Cor. Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
Must I with my base tongue give to my noble heart 100
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do 't:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Martius, they to dust should grind it,
And throw 't against the wind. To the market-place! 104
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life.
Com. Come, come, we'll prompt you.
Vol. I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
My praises made thee first a soldier, so, 108
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Thou hast not done before.
Cor. Well, I must do 't:
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd, 112
Which quir'd with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! The smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and school-boys' tears take up 116
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv'd an alms! I will not do 't, 120
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And by my body's action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
Vol. At thy choice then:
To beg of thee it is my more dishonour 124
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list, 128
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.
Cor. Pray, be content:
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, 132
Cog their hearts from them, and come home belov'd
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul,
Or never trust to what my tongue can do 136
I' the way of flattery further.
Vol. Do your will.
Com. Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd
With accusations, as I hear, more strong 140
Than are upon you yet.
Cor. The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
Let them accuse me by invention, I
Will answer in mine honour.
Men. Ay, but mildly. 144
Cor. Well, mildly be it then. Mildly! Exeunt.
Scene Three
[The Same. The Forum]
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Bru. 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 4
Was ne'er distributed.—
Enter an Ædile.
What, will he come?
Æd. He's coming.
Bru. How accompanied?
Æd. With old Menenius, and those senators
That always favour'd him.
Sic. Have you a catalogue 8
Of all the voices that we have procur'd,
Set down by the poll?
Æd. I have; 'tis ready.
Sic. Have you collected them by tribes?
Æd. I have.
Sic. Assemble presently the people hither; 12
And when they hear 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,' 16
Insisting on the old prerogative
And power i' the truth o' the cause.
Æd. I shall inform them.
Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd 20
Enforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence.
Æd. Very well.
Sic. Make them be strong and ready for this hint,
When we shall hap to give ’t them.
Bru. Go about it. 24
[Exit Ædile.]
Put him to choler straight. He hath been us'd
Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Of contradiction: being once chaf'd, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks 28
What's in his heart; and that is there which looks
With us to break his neck.
Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, and Cominius, with others.
Sic. Well, here he comes.
Men. Calmly, I do beseech you.
Cor. Ay, as an hostler, that for the poorest piece 32
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, 36
And not our streets with war!
1. Sen. Amen, amen.
Men. A noble wish.
Enter the Ædile with the Plebeians.
Sic. Draw near, ye people.
Æd. List to your tribunes; audience; peace! I say.
Cor. First, hear me speak.
Both Tri. Well, say. Peace, ho! 40
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present?
Must all determine here?
Sic. I do demand,
If you submit you to the people's voices,
Allow their officers, and are content 44
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be prov'd upon you?
Cor. I am content.
Men. Lo! citizens, he says he is content:
The warlike service he has done, consider; think 48
Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i' the holy churchyard.
Cor. Scratches with briers,
Scars to move laughter only.
Men. Consider further,
That when he speaks not like a citizen, 52
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.
Com. Well, well; no more. 56
Cor. 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?
Sic. Answer to us. 60
Cor. Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take
From Rome all season'd office, and to wind
Yourself into a power tyrannical; 64
For which you are a traitor to the people.
Cor. How! Traitor!
Men. Nay, temperately; your promise.
Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people!
Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune! 68
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free 72
As I do pray the gods.
Sic. Mark you this, people?
All. To the rock!—to the rock with him!
Sic. Peace!
We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, 76
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, 80
Deserves th' extremest death.
Bru. But since he hath
Serv'd well for Rome,—
Cor. What do you prate of service?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.
Cor. You!
Men. Is this the promise that you made your mother? 84
Com. Know, I pray you,—
Cor. I'll know no further:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying, pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy 88
Their mercy at the price of one fair word,
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have 't with saying 'Good morrow.'
Sic. For that he has,—
As much as in him lies,—from time to time 92
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 96
That doth 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 100
From off the rock Tarpeian, never more
To enter our Rome gates: i' the people’s name,
I say, it shall be so.
All. It shall be so.—It shall be so.—Let him away.— 104
He's banish'd, and it shall be so.
Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,—
Sic. He's sentenc'd; no more hearing.
Com. Let me speak:
I have been consul, and can show for Rome 108
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, 112
And treasure of my loins; then if I would
Speak that—
Sic. We know your drift: speak what?
Bru. There's no more to be said but he is banish'd,
As enemy to the people and his country. 116
It shall be so.
All. It shall be so,—it shall be so.
Cor. 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 120
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, 124
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders; till at length
Your ignorance,—which finds not till it feels,—
Making but reservation of yourselves,— 128
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: 132
There is a world elsewhere.
Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius with others.
Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
All. Our enemy is banish'd!—he is gone!—Hoo! oo!
Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, 136
As he hath follow'd you, with all despite;
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard
Attend us through the city. 139
All. Come, come,—let’s see him out at gates! come!
The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come!
Footnotes to Act III
Scene One
1 made new head: raised a new army
3 composition: coming to terms
5 road: an inroad, raid
16 To . . . restitution: beyond hope of redemption
23 prank them: deck themselves
37 purpos'd: premeditated
43 Scandal'd: slandered
46 sithence: since
48 Each . . . yours: to surpass your doings in every way
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
77 measles: disease spots
78 tetter: form an eruption on
85 mind: resolved opinion
88 Triton: sea-god
89 from the canon: not authorized by law
92 Given: allowed
Hydra: the many-headed monster
94 horn and noise: noisy horn
97 vail . . . ignorance: let your folly submit
97, 98 awake . . . lenity: arouse yourselves from your dangerous mildness
100 cushions: i.e. seats in the Senate
102 great'st taste: predominant taste
103 palates: smacks of
108 up: established
110 gap of both: cleavage between the two
110, 111 take . . . other: use the one to overthrow the other
120 our recompense: fair payment from us
121 press'd: enlisted
122 navel: vital center
123 thread: pass through
128 All . . . unborn: causelessly
motive: occasion; cf. n.
130 bosom multiplied; cf. n.
131, 132 Let . . . words: let their actions explain what they are likely to say
133 poll: number
139 over-measure: excess
140, 141 What . . . withal: may all divine and human sanctities attest my final assertion
144 conclude: come to a decision
147 unstable slightness: petty whims
purpose so barr'd: where rational action is thus obstructed
149 less . . . discreet: prudent rather than timid
150, 151 That . . . on 't: whose devotion to the essentials of good government exceeds your fear of innovations in politics
153 jump: put in hazard
155 multitudinous tongue: i.e. voting power of the rabble
160 H'as: he has
161 answer: abide the penalty
163 despite: malice
166 greater bench: senate
167 what's . . . be: inevitable necessity, however unfitting
172 ædiles: ædiles of the people, assistants to the tribunes
174 Attach: arrest
innovator: agitator
177 surety: vouch for
205 distinctly ranges: stretches out intact in separate buildings
212 rock Tarpeian; cf. n.
224 seen me: seen me do
230 naught: ruined
234 cause: disorder, disease
238 litter'd: whelped, born like beasts
241 One . . . another: a balance will be struck between this unlucky time and one that will be more favorable
244 beyond arithmetic: incalculable
246 fabric: building
247 tag: rabble
248 interrupted: obstructed
251, 252 this . . . colour: we must use the roughest remedies
258 does: he does
262 speak 'em fair: conciliate them
268 severity: i.e. exposure to severity
273 cry havoc: give the signal for indiscriminate slaughter
274 With . . . warrant: as moderation warrants
282 turn you to: occasion you
284 peremptory: resolved
291 dam: mother (of beasts)
295 Mortal: producing death
301 suffer: permit
302 brand: mark of infamy
clean kam: absolutely perverse
303 Merely: completely
304–306 The . . . was; cf. n.
311 unscann'd: rash, thoughtless
312 pounds: pound-weights
process: legal method
313 parties: factions
315 talk: say
320 bolted: sifted
Scene Two
4 precipitation: steepness
5 Below . . . sight: lower than eyesight can reach
7 muse: wonder
9 woollen vassals: coarsely dressed underlings
10 groats: four-penny coins
12 ordinance: rank
18 Let go: No more of that
21 thwartings; cf. n.
28 Cleave . . . midst: break in two
29 as little apt: as unbending
32 but: except
39 absolute: positive, peremptory
41 But . . . speak: except under the command of necessity
42 policy: craft
45 combine: join
48 adopt: adopt as
51 stands . . . request: is equally valuable
force: urge
52 lies . . . on: is incumbent upon you
53 by . . . instruction: as your nature teaches you
55, 56 are . . . tongue: have their roots no deeper than your tongue; cf. n.
57 of . . . to: unapproved by
59 take in: get possession of
60 put . . . fortune: force you to risk the fortune of war
64 I am: I am at stake
66 general louts: the good-for-nothings of the community
68 safeguard: for the security
69 that want: the want of their loves
71, 72 Not . . . past; cf. n.
73 this bonnet: that which Coriolanus wears
74, 75 And . . . stones; cf. n.
78 Which often: a concilatory gesture which you are to repeat often
83 as they: as for them
87 were: would be
88 free: abundantly
92 bower: abode of pleasure
94 make . . . party: collect many supporters
99 unbarbed sconce: bared head
102 this single plot: my own person
105 which: as
106 discharge . . . life: perform naturally
113 quir'd: harmonized
114 virgin: nurse-maid's
116 Tent: encamp
take up: fill
117 The . . . sight: my eyes
121 surcease to honour: cease to have respect for
124 my . . . dishonour: more dishonor for me
125 thou: for thee to beg
125–127 let . . . stoutness: let my anxiety concerning thy dangerous obstinacy give place to such pride as thou feelest
130 owe: own
132 mountebank: act the quack-vendor for
133 Cog: cheat
138 arm yourself: prepare
Scene Three
1 affects: aims at
3 Enforce: press
4 on: at the expense of
10 by the poll: by individual names
11 by tribes; cf. n.
21 present: immediate
26, 27 have . . . contradiction: indulge his love of contradiction in full measure
29 looks: tends, is calculated
32 piece: coin
33 bear . . . volume: submit to be called knave interminably
41 this present: the present occasion
42 determine: end
44 Allow: acknowledge
54 accents; cf. n.
56 envy: evidence hostility to
62 contriv'd: designed
63 season'd: time-honored
67 fold in: encompass
68 injurious: insulting
69 Within: although within
80 capital kind: death-deserving measure
87 pent: imprisoned
linger: starve slowly
91 To have 't: though I could have it
93 Envied: been malignant
95 not: not merely
97 doth: do; cf. n.
112 estimate: reputation
122 remain: do you remain
uncertainty: inconstancy of mind
128 Making . . . of: exempting from banishment none but
130 Abated: crestfallen
133 S. d. with others; cf. n.