Coriolanus

Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the GENTRY, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other SENATORS

  CORIOLANUS. Tullus Aufidius, then, had made new head?  LARTIUS. He had, my lord; and that it was which caus'd    Our swifter composition.  CORIOLANUS. So then the Volsces stand but as at first,    Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road    Upon's again.  COMINIUS. They are worn, Lord Consul, so    That we shall hardly in our ages see    Their banners wave again.  CORIOLANUS. Saw you Aufidius?  LARTIUS. 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.  CORIOLANUS. Spoke he of me?  LARTIUS. He did, my lord.  CORIOLANUS. How? What?  LARTIUS. 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    Be call'd your vanquisher.  CORIOLANUS. At Antium lives he?  LARTIUS. At Antium.  CORIOLANUS. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,    To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.

Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS

    Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,    The tongues o' th' common mouth. I do despise them,    For they do prank them in authority,    Against all noble sufferance.  SICINIUS. Pass no further.  CORIOLANUS. Ha! What is that?  BRUTUS. It will be dangerous to go on- no further.  CORIOLANUS. What makes this change?  MENENIUS. The matter?  COMINIUS. Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?  BRUTUS. Cominius, no.  CORIOLANUS. Have I had children's voices?  FIRST SENATOR. Tribunes, give way: he shall to th'market-place.  BRUTUS. The people are incens'd against him.  SICINIUS. Stop,    Or all will fall in broil.  CORIOLANUS. Are these your herd?    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?  MENENIUS. Be calm, be calm.  CORIOLANUS. 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.  BRUTUS. Call't not a plot.    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.  CORIOLANUS. Why, this was known before.  BRUTUS. Not to them all.  CORIOLANUS. Have you inform'd them sithence?  BRUTUS. How? I inform them!  COMINIUS. You are like to do such business.  BRUTUS. Not unlike    Each way to better yours.  CORIOLANUS. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,    Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me    Your fellow tribune.  SICINIUS. You show too much of that    For which the people stir; if you will pass    To where you are bound, you must enquire 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.  MENENIUS. Let's be calm.  COMINIUS. The people are abus'd; set on. This palt'ring    Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus    Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely    I' th' plain way of his merit.  CORIOLANUS. Tell me of corn!    This was my speech, and I will speak't again-  MENENIUS. Not now, not now.  FIRST SENATOR. Not in this heat, sir, now.  CORIOLANUS. Now, as I live, I will.    My nobler friends, I crave their pardons.    For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them    Regard me as I do not flatter, and    Therein behold themselves. I say again,    In soothing them we nourish 'gainst our Senate    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    Which they have given to beggars.  MENENIUS. Well, no more.  FIRST SENATOR. No more words, we beseech you.  CORIOLANUS. How? no more!    As for my country I have shed my blood,    Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs    Coin words till their decay against those measles    Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought    The very way to catch them.  BRUTUS. You speak o' th' people    As if you were a god, to punish; not    A man of their infirmity.  SICINIUS. 'Twere well    We let the people know't.  MENENIUS. What, what? his choler?  CORIOLANUS. Choler!    Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,    By Jove, 'twould be my mind!  SICINIUS. It is a mind    That shall remain a poison where it is,    Not poison any further.  CORIOLANUS. Shall remain!    Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you    His absolute 'shall'?  COMINIUS. 'Twas from the canon.  CORIOLANUS. 'Shall'!    O good but most unwise patricians! Why,    You grave but reckless senators, have you thus    Given Hydra leave to choose an officer    That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but    The horn and noise o' th' monster's, wants not spirit    To say he'll turn your current in a ditch,    And make your channel his? If he have power,    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,    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,'    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,    Neither supreme, how soon confusion    May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take    The one by th' other.  COMINIUS. Well, on to th' market-place.  CORIOLANUS. Whoever gave that counsel to give forth    The corn o' th' storehouse gratis, as 'twas us'd    Sometime in Greece-  MENENIUS. Well, well, no more of that.  CORIOLANUS. Though there the people had more absolute pow'r-    I say they nourish'd disobedience, fed    The ruin of the state.  BRUTUS. Why shall the people give    One that speaks thus their voice?  CORIOLANUS. I'll give my reasons,    More worthier than their voices. They know the corn    Was not our recompense, resting well assur'd    They ne'er did service for't; being press'd to th' 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' th' war,    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    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;    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 the locks o' th' Senate and bring in    The crows to peck the eagles.  MENENIUS. Come, enough.  BRUTUS. Enough, with over measure.  CORIOLANUS. No, take more.    What may be sworn by, both divine and human,    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    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-    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    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    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.  BRUTUS. Has said enough.  SICINIUS. Has spoken like a traitor and shall answer    As traitors do.  CORIOLANUS. Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!    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    Let what is meet be said it must be meet,    And throw their power i' th' dust.  BRUTUS. Manifest treason!  SICINIUS. This a consul? No.  BRUTUS. The aediles, ho!

Enter an AEDILE

    Let him be apprehended.  SICINIUS. Go call the people, [Exit AEDILE] in whose namemyself    Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,    A foe to th' public weal. Obey, I charge thee,    And follow to thine answer.  CORIOLANUS. Hence, old goat!  PATRICIANS. We'll surety him.  COMINIUS. Ag'd sir, hands off.  CORIOLANUS. Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones    Out of thy garments.  SICINIUS. Help, ye citizens!

Enter a rabble of plebeians, with the AEDILES

  MENENIUS. On both sides more respect.  SICINIUS. Here's he that would take from you all your power.  BRUTUS. Seize him, aediles.    PLEBEIANS. Down with him! down with him!  SECOND SENATOR. Weapons, weapons, weapons!                              [They all bustle about CORIOLANUS]  ALL. Tribunes! patricians! citizens! What, ho! Sicinius!    Brutus! Coriolanus! Citizens!  PATRICIANS. Peace, peace, peace; stay, hold, peace!  MENENIUS. What is about to be? I am out of breath;    Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You tribunes    To th' people- Coriolanus, patience!    Speak, good Sicinius.  SICINIUS. Hear me, people; peace!  PLEBEIANS. Let's hear our tribune. Peace! Speak, speak, speak.  SICINIUS. You are at point to lose your liberties.    Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,    Whom late you have nam'd for consul.  MENENIUS. Fie, fie, fie!    This is the way to kindle, not to quench.  FIRST SENATOR. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.  SICINIUS. What is the city but the people?  PLEBEIANS. True,    The people are the city.  BRUTUS. By the consent of all we were establish'd    The people's magistrates.  PLEBEIANS. You so remain.  MENENIUS. And so are like to do.  COMINIUS. That is the way to lay the city flat,    To bring the roof to the foundation,    And bury all which yet distinctly ranges    In heaps and piles of ruin.  SICINIUS. This deserves death.  BRUTUS. Or let us stand to our authority    Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,    Upon the part o' th' people, in whose power    We were elected theirs: Marcius is worthy    Of present death.  SICINIUS. Therefore lay hold of him;    Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence    Into destruction cast him.  BRUTUS. AEdiles, seize him.  PLEBEIANS. Yield, Marcius, yield.  MENENIUS. Hear me one word; beseech you, Tribunes,    Hear me but a word.  AEDILES. Peace, peace!  MENENIUS. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend,    And temp'rately proceed to what you would    Thus violently redress.  BRUTUS. Sir, those cold ways,    That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous    Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him    And bear him to the rock.                                    [CORIOLANUS draws his sword]  CORIOLANUS. No: I'll die here.    There's some among you have beheld me fighting;    Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.  MENENIUS. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.  BRUTUS. Lay hands upon him.  MENENIUS. Help Marcius, help,    You that be noble; help him, young and old.  PLEBEIANS. Down with him, down with him!                      [In this mutiny the TRIBUNES, the AEDILES,                                     and the people are beat in]  MENENIUS. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away.    All will be nought else.  SECOND SENATOR. Get you gone.  CORIOLANUS. Stand fast;    We have as many friends as enemies.  MENENIUS. Shall it be put to that?  FIRST SENATOR. The gods forbid!    I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;    Leave us to cure this cause.  MENENIUS. For 'tis a sore upon us    You cannot tent yourself; be gone, beseech you.  COMINIUS. Come, sir, along with us.  CORIOLANUS. I would they were barbarians, as they are,    Though in Rome litter'd; not Romans, as they are not,    Though calved i' th' porch o' th' Capitol.  MENENIUS. Be gone.    Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;    One time will owe another.  CORIOLANUS. On fair ground    I could beat forty of them.  MENENIUS. I could myself    Take up a brace o' th' best of them; yea, the two tribunes.  COMINIUS. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic,    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    What they are us'd to bear.  MENENIUS. Pray you be gone.    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.  COMINIUS. Nay, come away.                     Exeunt CORIOLANUS and COMINIUS, with others  PATRICIANS. This man has marr'd his fortune.  MENENIUS. 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;    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!  PATRICIANS. I would they were a-bed.  MENENIUS. I would they were in Tiber.    What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, the rabble again

  SICINIUS. Where is this viper    That would depopulate the city and    Be every man himself?  MENENIUS. You worthy Tribunes-  SICINIUS. 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,    Which he so sets at nought.  FIRST CITIZEN. He shall well know    The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,    And we their hands.  PLEBEIANS. He shall, sure on't.  MENENIUS. Sir, sir-  SICINIUS. Peace!  MENENIUS. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt    With modest warrant.  SICINIUS. Sir, how comes't that you    Have holp to make this rescue?  MENENIUS. Hear me speak.    As I do know the consul's worthiness,    So can I name his faults.  SICINIUS. Consul! What consul?  MENENIUS. The consul Coriolanus.  BRUTUS. He consul!  PLEBEIANS. No, no, no, no, no.  MENENIUS. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,    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.  SICINIUS. Speak briefly, then,    For we are peremptory to dispatch    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.  MENENIUS. Now the good gods forbid    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!  SICINIUS. He's a disease that must be cut away.  MENENIUS. 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?    Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost-    Which I dare vouch is more than that he hath    By many an ounce- he dropt it for his country;    And what is left, to lose it by his country    Were to us all that do't and suffer it    A brand to th' end o' th' world.  SICINIUS. This is clean kam.  BRUTUS. Merely awry. When he did love his country,    It honour'd him.  SICINIUS. The service of the foot,    Being once gangren'd, is not then respected    For what before it was.  BRUTUS. We'll hear no more.    Pursue him to his house and pluck him thence,    Lest his infection, being of catching nature,    Spread further.  MENENIUS. 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,    Lest parties- as he is belov'd- break out,    And sack great Rome with Romans.  BRUTUS. If it were so-  SICINIUS. What do ye talk?    Have we not had a taste of his obedience-    Our aediles smote, ourselves resisted? Come!  MENENIUS. Consider this: he has been bred i' th' wars    Since 'a could draw a sword, and is ill school'd    In bolted language; meal and bran together    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.  FIRST SENATOR. Noble Tribunes,    It is the humane way; the other course    Will prove too bloody, and the end of it    Unknown to the beginning.  SICINIUS. Noble Menenius,    Be you then as the people's officer.    Masters, lay down your weapons.  BRUTUS. Go not home.  SICINIUS. Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there;    Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed    In our first way.  MENENIUS. I'll bring him to you.    [To the SENATORS] Let me desire your company; he must come,    Or what is worst will follow.  FIRST SENATOR. Pray you let's to him. Exeunt

SCENE II. Rome. The house of CORIOLANUS

Enter CORIOLANUS with NOBLES

  CORIOLANUS. 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    Below the beam of sight; yet will I still    Be thus to them.  FIRST PATRICIAN. You do the nobler.  CORIOLANUS. I muse my mother    Does not approve me further, who was wont    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    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.  VOLUMNIA. O, sir, sir, sir,    I would have had you put your power well on    Before you had worn it out.  CORIOLANUS. Let go.  VOLUMNIA. You might have been enough the man you are    With striving less to be so; lesser had been    The thwartings of your dispositions, if    You had not show'd them how ye were dispos'd,    Ere they lack'd power to cross you.  CORIOLANUS. Let them hang.  VOLUMNIA. Ay, and burn too.

Enter MENENIUS with the SENATORS

  MENENIUS. Come, come, you have been too rough, something toorough;    You must return and mend it.  FIRST SENATOR. There's no remedy,    Unless, by not so doing, our good city    Cleave in the midst and perish.  VOLUMNIA. Pray be counsell'd;    I have a heart as little apt as yours,    But yet a brain that leads my use of anger    To better vantage.  MENENIUS. Well said, noble woman!    Before he should thus stoop to th' herd, but that    The violent fit o' th' time craves it as physic    For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,    Which I can scarcely bear.  CORIOLANUS. What must I do?  MENENIUS. Return to th' tribunes.  CORIOLANUS. Well, what then, what then?  MENENIUS. Repent what you have spoke.  CORIOLANUS. For them! I cannot do it to the gods;    Must I then do't to them?  VOLUMNIA. You are too absolute;    Though therein you can never be too noble    But when extremities speak. I have heard you say    Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,    I' th' war do grow together; grant that, and tell me    In peace what each of them by th' other lose    That they combine not there.  CORIOLANUS. Tush, tush!  MENENIUS. A good demand.  VOLUMNIA. 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    That it shall hold companionship in peace    With honour as in war; since that to both    It stands in like request?  CORIOLANUS. Why force you this?  VOLUMNIA. Because that now it lies you on to speak    To th' people, not by your own instruction,    Nor by th' matter which your heart prompts you,    But with such words that are but roted in    Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables    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    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    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    Of what that want might ruin.  MENENIUS. Noble lady!    Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so,    Not what is dangerous present, but the loss    Of what is past.  VOLUMNIA. I prithee now, my son,    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 busines    Action is eloquence, and the eyes of th' ignorant    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    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    Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far    As thou hast power and person.  MENENIUS. This but done    Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;    For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free    As words to little purpose.  VOLUMNIA. 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.  COMINIUS. I have been i' th' market-place; and, sir, 'tis fit    You make strong party, or defend yourself    By calmness or by absence; all's in anger.  MENENIUS. Only fair speech.  COMINIUS. I think 'twill serve, if he    Can thereto frame his spirit.  VOLUMNIA. He must and will.    Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.  CORIOLANUS. Must I go show them my unbarb'd sconce? Must I    With my base tongue give to my noble heart    A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't;    Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,    This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it,    And throw't against the wind. To th' market-place!    You have put me now to such a part which never    I shall discharge to th' life.  COMINIUS. Come, come, we'll prompt you.  VOLUMNIA. I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said    My praises made thee first a soldier, so,    To have my praise for this, perform a part    Thou hast not done before.  CORIOLANUS. Well, I must do't.    Away, my disposition, and possess me    Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd,    Which quier'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 schoolboys' tears take up    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,    Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,    And by my body's action teach my mind    A most inherent baseness.  VOLUMNIA. At thy choice, then.    To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour    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.    Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me;    But owe thy pride thyself.  CORIOLANUS. 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    I' th' way of flattery further.  VOLUMNIA. Do your will. Exit  COMINIUS. Away! The tribunes do attend you. Arm yourself    To answer mildly; for they are prepar'd    With accusations, as I hear, more strong    Than are upon you yet.  CORIOLANUS. The word is 'mildly.' Pray you let us go.    Let them accuse me by invention; I    Will answer in mine honour.  MENENIUS. Ay, but mildly.  CORIOLANUS. Well, mildly be it then- mildly. Exeunt