| ACT III SCENE III | The same. The Forum. | |
| | Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS | |
| BRUTUS | 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 | 5 |
| | Was ne'er distributed. | |
| | Enter an AEdile | |
| | What, will he come? | |
| AEdile | He's coming. | |
| BRUTUS | How accompanied? | |
| AEdile | With old Menenius, and those senators | 10 |
| | That always favour'd him. | |
| SICINIUS | Have you a catalogue | |
| | Of all the voices that we have procured | |
| | Set down by the poll? | |
| AEdile | I have; 'tis ready. | 15 |
| SICINIUS | Have you collected them by tribes? | |
| AEdile | I have. | |
| SICINIUS | Assemble presently the people hither; | |
| | And when they bear me say 'It shall be so | |
| | I' the right and strength o' the commons,' be it either | 20 |
| | 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. | |
| AEdile | I shall inform them. | 25 |
| BRUTUS | 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. | |
| AEdile | Very well. | 30 |
| SICINIUS | Make them be strong and ready for this hint, | |
| | When we shall hap to give 't them. | |
| BRUTUS | Go about it. | |
| | Exit AEdile | |
| | Put him to choler straight: he hath been used | |
| | Ever to conquer, and to have his worth | 35 |
| | 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 us to break his neck. | |
| SICINIUS | Well, here he comes. | 40 |
| | Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, and COMINIUS,with Senators and Patricians | |
| MENENIUS | Calmly, I do beseech you. | |
| CORIOLANUS | Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece | |
| | Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods | |
| | Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice | |
| | Supplied with worthy men! plant love among 's! | 45 |
| | Throng our large temples with the shows of peace, | |
| | And not our streets with war! | |
| First Senator | Amen, amen. | |
| MENENIUS | A noble wish. | |
| | Re-enter AEdile, with Citizens | |
| SICINIUS | Draw near, ye people. | 50 |
| AEdile | List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say! | |
| CORIOLANUS | First, hear me speak. | |
| Both Tribunes | Well, say. Peace, ho! | |
| CORIOLANUS | Shall I be charged no further than this present? | |
| | Must all determine here? | 55 |
| SICINIUS | 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 proved upon you? | 60 |
| CORIOLANUS | I am content. | |
| MENENIUS | 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' the holy churchyard. | 65 |
| CORIOLANUS | Scratches with briers, | |
| | Scars to move laughter only. | |
| MENENIUS | Consider further, | |
| | That when he speaks not like a citizen, | |
| | You find him like a soldier: do not take | 70 |
| | His rougher accents for malicious sounds, | |
| | But, as I say, such as become a soldier, | |
| | Rather than envy you. | |
| COMINIUS | Well, well, no more. | |
| CORIOLANUS | What is the matter | 75 |
| | That being pass'd for consul with full voice, | |
| | I am so dishonour'd that the very hour | |
| | You take it off again? | |
| SICINIUS | Answer to us. | |
| CORIOLANUS | Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so. | 80 |
| SICINIUS | We charge you, that you have contrived 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 | How! traitor! | 85 |
| MENENIUS | Nay, temperately; your promise. | |
| CORIOLANUS | The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people! | |
| | Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune! | |
| | Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, | |
| | In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in | 90 |
| | Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say | |
| | 'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free | |
| | As I do pray the gods. | |
| SICINIUS | Mark you this, people? | |
| Citizens | To the rock, to the rock with him! | 95 |
| SICINIUS | 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 | 100 |
| | Those whose great power must try him; even this, | |
| | So criminal and in such capital kind, | |
| | Deserves the extremest death. | |
| BRUTUS | But since he hath | |
| | Served well for Rome,-- | 105 |
| CORIOLANUS | What do you prate of service? | |
| BRUTUS | I talk of that, that know it. | |
| CORIOLANUS | You? | |
| MENENIUS | Is this the promise that you made your mother? | |
| COMINIUS | Know, I pray you,-- | 110 |
| CORIOLANUS | I know no further: | |
| | Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, | |
| | Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger | |
| | But with a grain a day, I would not buy | |
| | Their mercy at the price of one fair word; | 115 |
| | Nor cheque my courage for what they can give, | |
| | To have't with saying 'Good morrow.' | |
| SICINIUS | For that he has, | |
| | As much as in him lies, from time to time | |
| | Envied against the people, seeking means | 120 |
| | 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 do distribute it; in the name o' the people | |
| | And in the power of us the tribunes, we, | 125 |
| | 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' the people's name, | |
| | I say it shall be so. | 130 |
| Citizens | It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away: | |
| | He's banish'd, and it shall be so. | |
| COMINIUS | Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,-- | |
| SICINIUS | He's sentenced; no more hearing. | |
| COMINIUS | Let me speak: | 135 |
| | 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 wife's estimate, her womb's increase, | 140 |
| | And treasure of my loins; then if I would | |
| | Speak that,-- | |
| SICINIUS | We know your drift: speak what? | |
| BRUTUS | There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, | |
| | As enemy to the people and his country: | 145 |
| | It shall be so. | |
| Citizens | It shall be so, it shall be so. | |
| CORIOLANUS | You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate | |
| | As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize | |
| | As the dead carcasses of unburied men | 150 |
| | That do corrupt my air, I banish you; | |
| | And here remain with your uncertainty! | |
| | Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! | |
| | Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, | |
| | Fan you into despair! Have the power still | 155 |
| | To banish your defenders; till at length | |
| | Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, | |
| | Making not reservation of yourselves, | |
| | Still your own foes, deliver you as most | |
| | Abated captives to some nation | 160 |
| | That won you without blows! Despising, | |
| | For you, the city, thus I turn my back: | |
| | There is a world elsewhere. | |
| | Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators,and Patricians | |
| AEdile | The people's enemy is gone, is gone! | |
| Citizens | Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo! | 165 |
| | Shouting, and throwing up their caps | |
| SICINIUS | Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, | |
| | As he hath followed you, with all despite; | |
| | Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard | |
| | Attend us through the city. | |
| Citizens | Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come. | 170 |
| | The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come. | |
| | Exeunt | |