1638Brut. I, spare vs not: Say, we read Lectures to you,

1639How youngly he began to serue his Countrey,

1640How long continued, and what stock he springs of,

1641The Noble House o'th' Martians: from whence came

1642That Ancus Martius, Numaes Daughters Sonne:

1643Who after great Hostilius here was King,

1644Of the same House Publius and Quintus were,

1645That our best Water, brought by Conduits hither,

1646And Nobly nam'd, so twice being Censor,

1647Was his great Ancestor.

1648Scicin. One thus descended,

1649That hath beside well in his person wrought,

1650To be set high in place, we did commend

1651To your remembrances: but you haue found,

1652Skaling his present bearing with his past,

1653That hee's your fixed enemie; and reuoke

1654Your suddaine approbation.

1655Brut. Say you ne're had don't,

1656(Harpe on that still) but by our putting on:

1657And presently, when you haue drawne your number,

1658Repaire to th'Capitoll.

1659All. We will so: almost all repent in their election.

1661Brut. Let them goe on:

1662This Mutinie were better put in hazard,

1663Then stay past doubt, for greater:

1664If, as his nature is, he fall in rage

1665With their refusall, both obserue and answer

1666The vantage of his anger.

1667Scicin. To th'Capitoll, come:

1668We will be there before the streame o'th' People:

1669And this shall seeme, as partly 'tis, their owne,

1670Which we haue goaded on-ward. Exeunt.

1674Corio. Tullus Auffidius then had made new head.

1675Latius. He had, my Lord, and that it was which caus'd

1676Our swifter Composition.

1677Corio. So then the Volces stand but as at first,

1678Readie when time shall prompt them, to make roade

1679Vpon's againe.

1680Com. They are worne (Lord Consull) so,

1681That we shall hardly in our ages see

1682Their Banners waue againe.

1683Corio. Saw you Auffidius?

1684Latius. On safegard he came to me, and did curse

1685Against the Volces, for they had so vildly

1686Yeelded the Towne: he is retyred to Antium.

1687Corio. Spoke he of me?

1688Latius. He did, my Lord.

1689Corio. How? what?

1690Latius. How often he had met you Sword to Sword:

1691That of all things vpon the Earth, he hated

1692Your person most: That he would pawne his fortunes

1693To hopelesse restitution, so he might

1694Be call'd your Vanquisher.

1695Corio. At Antium liues he?

1696Latius. At Antium.

1697Corio. I wish I had a cause to seeke him there,

1698To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.

1700Behold, these are the Tribunes of the People,

1701The Tongues o'th' Common Mouth. I do despise them:

1702For they doe pranke them in Authoritie,

1703Against all Noble sufferance.

1704Scicin. Passe no further.

1705Cor. Hah? what is that?

1706Brut. It will be dangerous to goe on--- No further.

1707Corio. What makes this change?

1708Mene. The matter?

1709Com. Hath he not pass'd the Noble, and the Common?

1710Brut. Cominius, no.

1711Corio. Haue I had Childrens Voyces?

1712Senat. Tribunes giue way, he shall to th'Market place.

1713Brut. The People are incens'd against him.

1714Scicin. Stop, or all will fall in broyle.

1715Corio. Are these your Heard?

1716Must these haue Voyces, that can yeeld them now,

1717And straight disclaim their toungs? what are your Offices?

1718You being their Mouthes, why rule you not their Teeth?

1719Haue you not set them on?

1720Mene. Be calme, be calme.

1721Corio. It is a purpos'd thing, and growes by Plot,

1722To curbe the will of the Nobilitie:

1723Suffer't, and liue with such as cannot rule,

1724Nor euer will be ruled.

1725Brut. Call't not a Plot:

1726The People cry you mockt them: and of late,

1727When Corne was giuen them gratis, you repin'd,

1728Scandal'd the Suppliants: for the People, call'd them

1729Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to Noblenesse.

1730Corio. Why this was knowne before.

1731Brut. Not to them all.

1732Corio. Haue you inform'd them sithence?

1733Brut. How? I informe them?

1734Com. You are like to doe such businesse.

1735Brut. Not vnlike each way to better yours.

1736Corio. Why then should I be Consull? by yond Clouds

1737Let me deserue so ill as you, and make me

1738Your fellow Tribune.

1739Scicin. You shew too much of that,

1740For which the People stirre: if you will passe

1741To where you are bound, you must enquire your way,

1742Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,

1743Or neuer be so Noble as a Consull,

1744Nor yoake with him for Tribune.

1745Mene. Let's be calme.

1746Com. The People are abus'd: set on, this paltring

1747Becomes not Rome: nor ha's Coriolanus

1748Deseru'd this so dishonor'd Rub, layd falsely

1749I'th' plaine Way of his Merit.

1750Corio. Tell me of Corne: this was my speech,

1751And I will speak't againe.

1752Mene. Not now, not now.

1753Senat. Not in this heat, Sir, now.

1754Corio. Now as I liue, I will.

1755My Nobler friends, I craue their pardons:

1756For the mutable ranke-sented Meynie,

1757Let them regard me, as I doe not flatter,

1758And therein behold themselues: I say againe,

1759In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our Senate

1760The Cockle of Rebellion, Insolence, Sedition,

1761Which we our selues haue plowed for, sow'd, & scatter'd,

1762By mingling them with vs, the honor'd Number,

1763Who lack not Vertue, no, nor Power, but that

1764Which they haue giuen to Beggers.

1765Mene. Well, no more.

1766Senat. No more words, we beseech you.

1767Corio. How? no more?