1 Cit. He shall well know the Noble Tribunes are The peoples mouths, and we their hands
All. He shall sure ont
Mene. Sir, sir
Sicin. Peace
Me. Do not cry hauocke, where you shold but hunt With modest warrant
Sicin. Sir, how com'st that you haue holpe To make this rescue? Mene. Heere me speake? As I do know The Consuls worthinesse, so can I name his Faults
Sicin. Consull? what Consull? Mene. The Consull Coriolanus
Bru. He Consull
All. No, no, no, no, no
Mene. If by the Tribunes leaue, And yours good people, I may be heard, I would craue a word or two, The which shall turne you to no further harme, Then so much losse of time
Sic. Speake breefely then, For we are peremptory to dispatch This Viporous Traitor: to eiect him hence Were but one danger, and to keepe him heere Our certaine death: therefore it is decreed, He dyes to night
Menen. Now the good Gods forbid, That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude Towards her deserued Children, is enroll'd In Ioues owne Booke, like an vnnaturall Dam Should now eate vp her owne
Sicin. He's a Disease that must be cut away
Mene. Oh he's a Limbe, that ha's but a Disease Mortall, to cut it off: to cure it, easie. What ha's he done to Rome, that's worthy death? Killing our Enemies, the blood he hath lost (Which I dare vouch, is more then that he hath By many an Ounce) he dropp'd it for his Country: And what is left, to loose it by his Countrey, Were to vs all that doo't, and suffer it A brand to th' end a'th World
Sicin. This is cleane kamme
Brut. Meerely awry: When he did loue his Country, it honour'd him
Menen. The seruice of the foote Being once gangren'd, is not then respected For what before it was
Bru. Wee'l heare no more: Pursue him to his house, and plucke him thence, Least his infection being of catching nature, Spred further
Menen. One word more, one word: This Tiger-footed-rage, when it shall find The harme of vnskan'd swiftnesse, will (too late) Tye Leaden pounds too's heeles. Proceed by Processe, Least parties (as he is belou'd) breake out, And sacke great Rome with Romanes
Brut. If it were so? Sicin. What do ye talke? Haue we not had a taste of his Obedience? Our Ediles smot: our selues resisted: come
Mene. Consider this: He ha's bin bred i'th' Warres Since a could draw a Sword, and is ill-school'd In boulted Language: Meale and Bran together He throwes without distinction. Giue me leaue, Ile go to him, and vndertake to bring him in peace, Where he shall answer by a lawfull Forme (In peace) to his vtmost perill
1.Sen. Noble Tribunes, It is the humane way: the other course Will proue to bloody: and the end of it, Vnknowne to the Beginning
Sic. Noble Menenius, be you then as the peoples officer: Masters, lay downe your Weapons
Bru. Go not home
Sic. Meet on the Market place: wee'l attend you there: Where if you bring not Martius, wee'l proceede In our first way
Menen. Ile bring him to you. Let me desire your company: he must come, Or what is worst will follow
Sena. Pray you let's to him.
Exeunt. Omnes.
Enter Coriolanus with Nobles.
Corio. Let them pull all about mine eares, present me Death on the Wheele, or at wilde Horses heeles, Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke, That the precipitation might downe stretch Below the beame of sight; yet will I still Be thus to them. Enter Volumnia.
Noble. You do the Nobler