Actus Tertius.
Cornets. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, all the Gentry, Cominius, Titus Latius, and other Senators.
Corio. Tullus Auffidius then had made new head
Latius. He had, my Lord, and that it was which caus'd Our swifter Composition
Corio. So then the Volces stand but as at first, Readie when time shall prompt them, to make roade Vpon's againe
Com. They are worne (Lord Consull) so, That we shall hardly in our ages see Their Banners waue againe
Corio. Saw you Auffidius? Latius. On safegard he came to me, and did curse Against the Volces, for they had so vildly Yeelded the Towne: he is retyred to Antium
Corio. Spoke he of me? Latius. He did, my Lord
Corio. How? what? Latius. How often he had met you Sword to Sword: That of all things vpon the Earth, he hated Your person most: That he would pawne his fortunes To hopelesse restitution, so he might Be call'd your Vanquisher
Corio. At Antium liues he? Latius. At Antium
Corio. I wish I had a cause to seeke him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. Enter Scicinius and Brutus.
Behold, these are the Tribunes of the People, The Tongues o'th' Common Mouth. I do despise them: For they doe pranke them in Authoritie, Against all Noble sufferance
Scicin. Passe no further
Cor. Hah? what is that? Brut. It will be dangerous to goe on- No further
Corio. What makes this change? Menen. The matter? Com. Hath he not pass'd the Noble, and the Common? Brut. Cominius, no
Corio. Haue I had Childrens Voyces? Senat. Tribunes giue way, he shall toth' Market place
Brut. The People are incens'd against him
Scicin. Stop, or all will fall in broyle
Corio. Are these your Heard? Must these haue Voyces, that can yeeld them now, And straight disclaim their toungs? what are your Offices? You being their Mouthes, why rule you not their Teeth? Haue you not set them on? Mene. Be calme, be calme
Corio. It is a purpos'd thing, and growes by Plot, To curbe the will of the Nobilitie: Suffer't, and liue with such as cannot rule, Nor euer will be ruled
Brut. Call't not a Plot: The People cry you mockt them: and of late, When Corne was giuen them gratis, you repin'd, Scandal'd the Suppliants: for the People, call'd them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to Noblenesse
Corio. Why this was knowne before
Brut. Not to them all
Corio. Haue you inform'd them sithence? Brut. How? I informe them? Com. You are like to doe such businesse
Brut. Not vnlike each way to better yours
Corio. Why then should I be Consull? by yond Clouds Let me deserue so ill as you, and make me Your fellow Tribune
Scicin. You shew too much of that, For which the People stirre: if you will passe To where you are bound, you must enquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit, Or neuer be so Noble as a Consull, Nor yoake with him for Tribune
Mene. Let's be calme
Com. The People are abus'd: set on, this paltring Becomes not Rome: nor ha's Coriolanus Deseru'd this so dishonor'd Rub, layd falsely I'th' plaine Way of his Merit
Corio. Tell me of Corne: this was my speech, And I will speak't againe
Mene. Not now, not now
Senat. Not in this heat, Sir, now