The Complete Works of William Shakespeare · William Shakespeare
SCENE VI. Rome. A public place
Enter the two Tribunes. Sicinius and Brutus. SICINIUS. We hear not of him, neither need we fear him. His remedies are tame—the present peace, And quietness of the people, which before Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends Blush that the world goes well, who rather had, Though they themselves did suffer by’t, behold Dissentious numbers pest’ring streets than see Our tradesmen singing in their shops and going About their functions friendly. BRUTUS. We stood to’t in good time. Enter Menenius. Is this Menenius? SICINIUS. ’Tis he, ’tis he. O, he is grown most kind Of late.—Hail, sir! MENENIUS. Hail to you both. SICINIUS. Your Coriolanus is not much missed But with his friends. The commonwealth doth stand, And so would do were he more angry at it. MENENIUS. All’s well, and might have been much better if He could have temporized. SICINIUS. Where is he, hear you? MENENIUS. Nay, I hear nothing; His mother and his wife hear nothing from him. Enter three or four Citizens. ALL CITIZENS. The gods preserve you both! SICINIUS. Good e’en, our neighbours. BRUTUS. Good e’en to you all, good e’en to you all. FIRST CITIZEN. Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees Are bound to pray for you both. SICINIUS. Live and thrive! BRUTUS. Farewell, kind neighbours. We wished Coriolanus Had loved you as we did.
CITIZENS. Now the gods keep you! BOTH TRIBUNES. Farewell, farewell. [_Exeunt Citizens._] SICINIUS. This is a happier and more comely time Than when these fellows ran about the streets Crying confusion. BRUTUS. Caius Martius was A worthy officer i’ th’ war, but insolent, O’ercome with pride, ambitious, past all thinking Self-loving. SICINIUS. And affecting one sole throne, without assistance. MENENIUS. I think not so. SICINIUS. We should by this, to all our lamentation, If he had gone forth consul, found it so. BRUTUS. The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him. Enter an Aedile. AEDILE. Worthy tribunes, There is a slave, whom we have put in prison, Reports the Volsces with two several powers Are entered in the Roman territories, And with the deepest malice of the war Destroy what lies before ’em. MENENIUS. ’Tis Aufidius, Who, hearing of our Martius’ banishment, Thrusts forth his horns again into the world, Which were inshelled when Martius stood for Rome, And durst not once peep out. SICINIUS. Come, what talk you of Martius? BRUTUS. Go see this rumourer whipped. It cannot be The Volsces dare break with us. MENENIUS. Cannot be? We have record that very well it can, And three examples of the like hath been Within my age. But reason with the fellow Before you punish him, where he heard this, Lest you shall chance to whip your information And beat the messenger who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded.
MENENIUS. What’s the news? What’s the news? COMINIUS. Your temples burned in their cement, and Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined Into an auger’s bore. MENENIUS. Pray now, your news?— You have made fair work, I fear me.—Pray, your news? If Martius should be joined with Volscians— COMINIUS. If? He is their god; he leads them like a thing Made by some other deity than Nature, That shapes man better; and they follow him Against us brats with no less confidence Than boys pursuing summer butterflies Or butchers killing flies. MENENIUS. You have made good work, You and your apron-men, you that stood so much Upon the voice of occupation and The breath of garlic eaters! COMINIUS. He’ll shake your Rome about your ears. MENENIUS. As Hercules did shake down mellow fruit. You have made fair work. BRUTUS. But is this true, sir? COMINIUS. Ay, and you’ll look pale Before you find it other. All the regions Do smilingly revolt, and who resists Are mocked for valiant ignorance And perish constant fools. Who is’t can blame him? Your enemies and his find something in him. MENENIUS. We are all undone unless The noble man have mercy. COMINIUS. Who shall ask it? The Tribunes cannot do’t for shame; the people Deserve such pity of him as the wolf Does of the shepherds. For his best friends, if they Should say “Be good to Rome,” they charged him even As those should do that had deserved his hate And therein showed like enemies.
MENENIUS. ’Tis true. If he were putting to my house the brand That should consume it, I have not the face To say “Beseech you, cease.”—You have made fair hands, You and your crafts! You have crafted fair! COMINIUS. You have brought A trembling upon Rome such as was never S’ incapable of help. TRIBUNES. Say not we brought it. MENENIUS. How? Was it we? We loved him, but like beasts And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, Who did hoot him out o’ th’ city. COMINIUS. But I fear They’ll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, The second name of men, obeys his points As if he were his officer. Desperation Is all the policy, strength, and defence That Rome can make against them. Enter a troop of Citizens. MENENIUS. Here comes the clusters.— And is Aufidius with him? You are they That made the air unwholesome when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps in hooting at Coriolanus’ exile. Now he’s coming, And not a hair upon a soldier’s head Which will not prove a whip. As many coxcombs As you threw caps up will he tumble down And pay you for your voices. ’Tis no matter. If he could burn us all into one coal We have deserved it. ALL CITIZENS. Faith, we hear fearful news. FIRST CITIZEN. For mine own part, When I said banish him, I said ’twas pity.
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