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You know the very road into his kindness, And cannot lose your way.
Only make trial what your love can do For Rome, towards Marcius.
Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth Would buy this for a lie!
I do not like this news.
But is this true, sir?
Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish Good Marcius home again.
Not possible.
Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be The Volsces dare break with us.
The gods have well prevented it, and Rome Sits safe and still without him.
Caius Marcius was A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, Self-loving,--
Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus Had loved you as we did.
God-den to you all, god-den to you all.
We stood to't in good time. Enter MENENIUS Is this Menenius?
Well, well, we'll leave you.
Pray, let us go.
I would he had.
They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.
Why?
Dismiss them home. Exit AEdile Here comes his mother.
Now we have shown our power, Let us seem humbler after it is done Than when it was a-doing.
There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people and his country: It shall be so.
I talk of that, that know it.
But since he hath Served well for Rome,--
Go about it. Exit AEdile Put him to choler straight: he hath been used Ever to conquer, and to have his worth Of contradiction: being once chafed, he cannot Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks What's in his heart; and that is there which looks With ...
And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confused Enforce the present execution Of what we chance to sentence.
How accompanied?
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 an AEdile What, will he come?
Go not home.
If it were so,--
We'll hear no more. Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence: Lest his infection, being of catching nature, Spread further.
Merely awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him.
He consul!
Lay hands upon him.
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.
AEdiles, seize him!
Or let us stand to our authority, Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce, Upon the part o' the people, in whose power We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death.
By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates.
Seize him, AEdiles!
The aediles, ho! Enter an AEdile Let him be apprehended.
Manifest treason!
Has said enough.
Enough, with over-measure.
Why, shall the people give One that speaks thus their voice?
You speak o' the people, As if you were a god to punish, not A man of their infirmity.
Not unlike, Each way, to better yours.
How! I inform them!
Not to them all.
Call't not a plot: The people cry you mock'd them, and of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repined; Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
The people are incensed against him.
Cominius, no.