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Tent* in my cheeks ; and school-boys' tears take up
At thy choice then:
Pray, be content; Mother, I am going to the market-place; Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves, 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 l'the way of flattery, further, Vol. .
Do your will. [Exit. Com. Away, the tribunes do attend you: arm
Cor. The word is, mildly:-Pray you, let us go;
Ay, but mildly. Cor, Well, mildly be it then ; mildly.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Enter an Ædile."
How accompanied ? Ædi. With old Menenius, and those senators That always favoured him. Sic.
Have you a catalogue
I have; 'tis ready, here.
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. di,
I shall inform them.
Object his hatred,
Bru. And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confus'd. Enforce the present execution of what we chance to sentence. Ædi.
Very well. Sic. Make them be strong, and ready for this hiot, When we shall hap to give't them. Bru.
Go about it.
(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 What's in his heart; and that is there, which looks With us to break his neck.
Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Senators,
and Patricians. Sic. Well, here he comes. Men.
Calmly, I do beseech you, Cor. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece Will bear the koave* by the volume.-The honour'd
gods Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice Supplied with worthy men! plant love among us! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, And not our streets with war! 1 Sen.
Amen, amen! Men. A noble wish.
Re-enter Ædile, with Citizens. Sic. Draw near, ye people. Ædi. List to your tribunes ; audience: Peace, I
say. Cor. First, hear me speak. Both Tri.
Well, say.---Peace, ho.
• Will bear being called a knave.
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this pre
I do demand,
I am content.
Scratches with briars,
Well, well, no more.
Answer to us.
Cor. How! Traitor?
Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people! Call me their traitor?-Thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
+ Of long standing.
In thy hands clutch'd* as many millions, in
Mark you this, people ?
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 So criminal, and in such capital kind, Deserves the 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? Com.
I'll know no further:
For that he has