Coriolanus
Act III, Scene 3
Rome. The forum.
- Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Brutus
1 - 6- In this point charge him home, that he affects
- Tyrannical power. If he evade us there,
- Enforce him with his envy to the people,
- And that the spoil got on the Antiates
- Was ne’er distributed.
- Enter First Aedile.
- What, will he come?
First Aedile
7- He’s coming.
Brutus
8- How accompanied?
First Aedile
9 - 10- With old Menenius and those senators
- That always favor’d him.
Sicinius Velutus
11 - 13- Have you a catalogue
- Of all the voices that we have procur’d,
- Set down by th’ poll?
First Aedile
14- I have; ’tis ready.
Sicinius Velutus
15- Have you collected them by tribes?
First Aedile
16- I have.
Sicinius Velutus
17 - 23- Assemble presently the people hither;
- And when they hear me say, “It shall be so
- I’ th’ right and strength a’ th’ commons,” be it 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’ th’ truth a’ th’ cause.
First Aedile
24- I shall inform them.
Brutus
25 - 28- 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.
First Aedile
29- Very well.
Sicinius Velutus
30 - 31- Make them be strong, and ready for this hint
- When we shall hap to give’t them.
Brutus
32 - 38- Go about it.
- Exit First Aedile.
- 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, and Cominius, with others,
- Senators and Patricians.
Sicinius Velutus
39- Well, here he comes.
Menenius
40- Calmly, I do beseech you.
Coriolanus
41 - 46- Ay, as an hostler, that for th’ poorest piece
- Will bear the knave by th’ volume. Th’ honor’d gods
- Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
- Supplied with worthy men! Plant love among ’s!
- Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
- And not our streets with war!
First Roman Senator
47- Amen, amen.
Menenius
48- A noble wish.
- Enter the First Aedile with the Plebeians.
Sicinius Velutus
49- Draw near, ye people.
First Aedile
50- List to your tribunes. Audience! Peace, I say!
Coriolanus
51- First hear me speak.
Plebeians
52- Well, say. Peace ho!
Coriolanus
53 - 54- Shall I be charg’d no further than this present?
- Must all determine here?
Sicinius Velutus
55 - 59- I do demand
- If you submit you to the people’s voices,
- Allow their officers, and are content
- To suffer lawful censure for such faults
- As shall be prov’d upon you.
Coriolanus
60- I am content.
Menenius
61 - 64- Lo, citizens, he says he is content.
- The warlike service he has done, consider; think
- Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
- Like graves i’ th’ holy churchyard.
Coriolanus
65 - 66- Scratches with briers,
- Scars to move laughter only.
Menenius
67 - 72- Consider further:
- That when he speaks not like a citizen,
- You find him like a soldier; do not take
- His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
- But as I say, such as become a soldier
- Rather than envy you.
Cominius
73- Well, well, no more.
Coriolanus
74 - 77- What is the matter
- That being pass’d for consul with full voice,
- I am so dishonor’d that the very hour
- You take it off again?
Sicinius Velutus
78- Answer to us.
Coriolanus
79- Say then; ’tis true, I ought so.
Sicinius Velutus
80 - 83- We charge you, that you have contriv’d to take
- From Rome all season’d office, and to wind
- Yourself into a power tyrannical,
- For which you are a traitor to the people.
Coriolanus
84- How? Traitor?
Menenius
85- Nay, temperately; your promise.
Coriolanus
86 - 92- The fires i’ th’ lowest hell fold in the people!
- Call me their traitor, thou injurious tribune!
- Within thine eyes sate twenty thousand deaths,
- In thy hands clutch’d as many millions, in
- Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
- “Thou liest” unto thee with a voice as free
- As I do pray the gods.
Sicinius Velutus
93- Mark you this, people?
Plebeians
94- To th’ rock, to th’ rock with him!
Sicinius Velutus
95 - 102- 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 this
- So criminal, and in such capital kind,
- Deserves th’ extremest death.
Brutus
103 - 104- But since he hath
- Serv’d well for Rome—
Coriolanus
105- What do you prate of service?
Brutus
106- I talk of that, that know it.
Coriolanus
107- You?
Menenius
108- Is this the promise that you made your mother?
Cominius
109- Know, I pray you—
Coriolanus
110 - 116- I’ll know no further.
- Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
- Vagabond exile, fleaing, pent to linger
- But with a grain a day, I would not buy
- Their mercy at the price of one fair word,
- Nor check my courage for what they can give,
- To have’t with saying “Good morrow.”
Sicinius Velutus
117 - 129- For that he has
- (As much as in him lies) from time to time
- Envied against the people, seeking means
- To pluck away their power, as now at last
- Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
- Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
- That doth distribute it—in the name a’ th’ people,
- And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
- Even from this instant, banish him our city,
- In peril of precipitation
- From off the rock Tarpeian, never more
- To enter our Rome gates. I’ th’ people’s name,
- I say it shall be so.
Plebeians
130 - 131- It shall be so, it shall be so. Let him away!
- He’s banish’d, and it shall be so.
Cominius
132- Hear me, my masters, and my common friends—
Sicinius Velutus
133- He’s sentenc’d; no more hearing.
Cominius
134 - 141- Let me speak.
- I have been consul, and can show for Rome
- Her enemies’ marks upon me. I do love
- My country’s good with a respect more tender,
- More holy and profound, than mine own life,
- My dear wive’s estimate, her womb’s increase
- And treasure of my loins; then if I would
- Speak that—
Sicinius Velutus
142- We know your drift. Speak what?
Brutus
143 - 145- There’s no more to be said, but he is banish’d
- As enemy to the people and his country.
- It shall be so.
Plebeians
146- It shall be so, it shall be so.
Coriolanus
147 - 162- You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate
- As reek a’ th’ rotten fens, whose loves I prize
- As the dead carcasses of unburied men
- That do corrupt my air—I banish you!
- And here remain with your uncertainty!
- Let every feeble rumor shake your hearts!
- Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
- Fan you into despair! Have the power still
- To banish your defenders, till at length
- Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels,
- Making but reservation of yourselves,
- Still your own foes) deliver you as most
- Abated captives to some nation
- That won you without blows! Despising,
- For you, the city, thus I turn my back;
- There is a world elsewhere.
- Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, cum aliis (Menenius, Senators,
- and Patricians).
First Aedile
163- The people’s enemy is gone, is gone!
Plebeians
164- Our enemy is banish’d, he is gone! Hoo! Hoo!
- They all shout and throw up their caps.
Sicinius Velutus
165 - 168- Go see him out at gates, and follow him,
- As he hath follow’d you, with all despite;
- Give him deserv’d vexation. Let a guard
- Attend us through the city.
Plebeians
169 - 170- Come, come, let’s see him out at gates, come.
- The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.
- Exeunt.