| ACT IV SCENE VI | Rome. A public place. | |
| | Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS | |
| SICINIUS | We hear not of him, neither need we fear him; | |
| | His remedies are tame i' the present peace | |
| | And quietness of the people, which before | |
| | Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends | 5 |
| | Blush that the world goes well, who rather had, | |
| | Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold | |
| | Dissentious numbers pestering streets than see | |
| | Our tradesmen with in their shops and going | |
| | About their functions friendly. | 10 |
| 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. | |
| Both Tribunes | Hail sir! | |
| MENENIUS | Hail to you both! | 15 |
| SICINIUS | Your Coriolanus | |
| | Is not much miss'd, 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 | 20 |
| | 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 | |
| Citizens | The gods preserve you both! | 25 |
| SICINIUS | God-den, our neighbours. | |
| BRUTUS | God-den to you all, god-den to you all. | |
| First Citizen | Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees, | |
| | Are bound to pray for you both. | |
| SICINIUS | Live, and thrive! | 30 |
| BRUTUS | Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd 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 | 35 |
| | Than when these fellows ran about the streets, | |
| | Crying confusion. | |
| BRUTUS | Caius Marcius was | |
| | A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent, | |
| | O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking, | 40 |
| | Self-loving,-- | |
| SICINIUS | And affecting one sole throne, | |
| | Without assistance. | |
| MENENIUS | I think not so. | |
| SICINIUS | We should by this, to all our lamentation, | 45 |
| | 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, | 50 |
| | Reports, the Volsces with two several powers | |
| | Are enter'd in the Roman territories, | |
| | And with the deepest malice of the war | |
| | Destroy what lies before 'em. | |
| MENENIUS | 'Tis Aufidius, | 55 |
| | Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment, | |
| | Thrusts forth his horns again into the world; | |
| | Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome, | |
| | And durst not once peep out. | |
| SICINIUS | Come, what talk you | 60 |
| | Of Marcius? | |
| BRUTUS | Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be | |
| | The Volsces dare break with us. | |
| MENENIUS | Cannot be! | |
| | We have record that very well it can, | 65 |
| | And three examples of the like have 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 | 70 |
| | Of what is to be dreaded. | |
| SICINIUS | Tell not me: | |
| | I know this cannot be. | |
| BRUTUS | Not possible. | |
| | Enter a Messenger | |
| Messenger | The nobles in great earnestness are going | 75 |
| | All to the senate-house: some news is come | |
| | That turns their countenances. | |
| SICINIUS | 'Tis this slave;-- | |
| | Go whip him, 'fore the people's eyes:--his raising; | |
| | Nothing but his report. | 80 |
| Messenger | Yes, worthy sir, | |
| | The slave's report is seconded; and more, | |
| | More fearful, is deliver'd. | |
| SICINIUS | What more fearful? | |
| Messenger | It is spoke freely out of many mouths-- | 85 |
| | How probable I do not know--that Marcius, | |
| | Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, | |
| | And vows revenge as spacious as between | |
| | The young'st and oldest thing. | |
| SICINIUS | This is most likely! | 90 |
| BRUTUS | Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish | |
| | Good Marcius home again. | |
| SICINIUS | The very trick on't. | |
| MENENIUS | This is unlikely: | |
| | He and Aufidius can no more atone | 95 |
| | Than violentest contrariety. | |
| | Enter a second Messenger | |
| Second Messenger | You are sent for to the senate: | |
| | A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius | |
| | Associated with Aufidius, rages | |
| | Upon our territories; and have already | 100 |
| | O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took | |
| | What lay before them. | |
| | Enter COMINIUS | |
| COMINIUS | O, you have made good work! | |
| MENENIUS | What news? what news? | |
| COMINIUS | You have holp to ravish your own daughters and | 105 |
| | To melt the city leads upon your pates, | |
| | To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,-- | |
| MENENIUS | What's the news? what's the news? | |
| COMINIUS | Your temples burned in their cement, and | |
| | Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined | 110 |
| | Into an auger's bore. | |
| MENENIUS | Pray now, your news? | |
| | You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?-- | |
| | If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,-- | |
| COMINIUS | If! | 115 |
| | 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, | 120 |
| | Or butchers killing flies. | |
| MENENIUS | You have made good work, | |
| | You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much | |
| | on the voice of occupation and | |
| | The breath of garlic-eaters! | 125 |
| COMINIUS | He will shake | |
| | Your Rome about your ears. | |
| MENENIUS | As Hercules | |
| | Did shake down mellow fruit. | |
| | You have made fair work! | 130 |
| 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 resist | |
| | Are mock'd for valiant ignorance, | 135 |
| | 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? | 140 |
| | 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, | 145 |
| | And therein show'd 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, | 150 |
| | You and your crafts! you have crafted fair! | |
| COMINIUS | You have brought | |
| | A trembling upon Rome, such as was never | |
| | So incapable of help. | |
| Both Tribunes | Say not we brought it. | 155 |
| 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' the city. | |
| COMINIUS | But I fear | |
| | They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, | 160 |
| | 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 come the clusters. | 165 |
| | 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 | 170 |
| | 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. | 175 |
| Citizens | Faith, we hear fearful news. | |
| First Citizen | For mine own part, | |
| | When I said, banish him, I said 'twas pity. | |
| Second Citizen | And so did I. | |
| Third Citizen | And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very | 180 |
| | many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and | |
| | though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet | |
| | it was against our will. | |
| COMINIUS | Ye re goodly things, you voices! | |
| MENENIUS | You have made | 185 |
| | Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol? | |
| COMINIUS | O, ay, what else? | |
| | Exeunt COMINIUS and MENENIUS | |
| SICINIUS | Go, masters, get you home; be not dismay'd: | |
| | These are a side that would be glad to have | |
| | This true which they so seem to fear. Go home, | 190 |
| | And show no sign of fear. | |
| First Citizen | The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. | |
| | I ever said we were i' the wrong when we banished | |
| | him. | |
| Second Citizen | So did we all. But, come, let's home. | 195 |
| | Exeunt Citizens | |
| BRUTUS | I do not like this news. | |
| SICINIUS | Nor I. | |
| BRUTUS | Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth | |
| | Would buy this for a lie! | |
| SICINIUS | Pray, let us go. | 200 |
| | Exeunt | |