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[Scene VI.]

Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus.

We heare not of him, neither need we fear him,
His remedies are tame, the preſent peace,
And quietneſſe of the people, which before
Were in wilde hurry. Heere do we make his Friends
Bluſh, that the world goes well: who rather had,
Though they themſelues did ſuffer by't, behold
Diſſentious numbers peſtring ſtreets, then ſee
Our Tradeſmen ſinging in their ſhops, and going
About their Functions friendly.
Enter Menenius.

We ſtood too't in good time. Is this Menenius|?

'Tis he, 'tis he: O he is grown moſt kind of late:
Haile Sir. Mene. Haile to you both.

Your Coriolanus is not much miſt, but with his
Friends: the Commonwealth doth ſtand, and ſo would
do, were he more angry at it.

All's well, and might haue bene much better,
if he could haue temporiz'd.

Where is he, heare you?

Nay I heare nothing:
His Mother and his wife, heare nothing from him.
Enter three or foure Citizens.

The Gods preſerue you both.

Gooden our Neighbours.

Gooden to you all, gooden to you all.
1 Our ſelues, our wiues, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.

Liue, and thriue.

Farewell kinde Neighbours:
We wiſht Coriolanus had lou'd you as we did.

Now the Gods keepe you.

Both Tri.
Farewell, farewell. Exeunt Citizens

This is a happier and more comely time,
Then when theſe Fellowes ran about the ſtreets,
Crying Confuſion.

Caius Martius was
A worthy Officer i'th'Warre, but Inſolent,
O'recome with Pride, Ambitious, paſt all thinking

And affecting one ſole Throne, without aſſiſtãce

I thinke not ſo.

We ſhould by this, to all our Lamention,
If he had gone forth Conſull, found it ſo.

The Gods haue well preuented it, and Rome
Sits ſafe and ſtill, without him.
Enter an Ædile.

Worthy Tribunes,
There is a Slaue whom we haue put in priſon,
Reports the Volces with two ſeuerall Powers
Are entred in the Roman Territories,
And with the deepeſt malice of the Warre,
Deſtroy, what lies before 'em.

'Tis Auffidius,
Who hearing of our Martius Baniſhment,
Thruſts forth his hornes againe into the world
Which were In-ſhell'd, when Martius ſtood for Rome,
And durſt not once peepe out.

Come, what talke you of Martius.

Go ſee this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be,
The Volces dare breake with vs.

Cannot be?
We haue Record, that very well it can,
And three examples of the like, hath beene
Within my Age. But reaſon with the fellow
Before you puniſh him, where he heard this,
Leaſt you ſhall chance to whip your Information,
And beate the Meſſenger, who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.

Tell not me: I know this cannot be.

Not poſſible.
Enter a Meſſenger.

The Nobles in great earneſtneſſe are going
All to the Senate-houſe: ſome newes is comming
That turnes their Countenances.

'Tis this Slaue:
Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raiſing,
Nothing but his report.

Yes worthy Sir,
The Slaues report is ſeconded, and more
More fearfull is deliuer'd.

What more fearefull?

It is ſpoke freely out of many mouths,
How probable I do not know, that Martius
Ioyn'd with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainſt Rome,
And vowes Reuenge as ſpacious, as betweene
The yong'ſt and oldeſt thing.

This is moſt likely.|

Rais'd onely, that the weaker ſort may wiſh
Good Martius home againe.

The very tricke on't.

This is vnlikely,
He, and Auffidius can no more attone
Then violent'ſt Contrariety.
Enter Meſſenger.

You are ſent for to the Senate:
A fearefull Army, led by Caius Martius,
Aſſociated with Auffidius, Rages
Vpon our Territories, and haue already
O're-borne their way, conſum'd with fire, and tooke
What lay before them.
Enter Cominius.

Oh you haue made good worke.

What newes? What newes?

You haue holp to rauiſh your owne daughters, &
To melt the City Leades vpon your pates,
To ſee your Wiues diſhonour'd to your Noſes.

What's the newes? What's the newes?

Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and
Your Franchiſes, whereon you ſtood, confin'd
Into an Augors boare.

Pray now, your Newes:
You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes,
If Martius ſhould be ioyn'd with Volceans.

If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
Made by ſome other Deity then Nature,
That ſhapes man Better: and they follow him
Againſt vs Brats, with no leſſe Confidence,
Then Boyes purſuing Summer Butter-flies,
Or Butchers killing Flyes.

You haue made good worke,
You and your Apron men: you, that ſtood ſo much
Vpon the voyce of occupation, and
The breath of Garlicke-eaters.

Hee'l ſhake your Rome about your eares

As Hercules did ſhake downe Mellow Fruite:
You haue made faire worke.

But is this true ſir?

I, and you'l looke pale
Before you finde it other. All the Regions
Do ſmilingly Reuolt, and who reſiſts
Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
And periſh con<*>ant Fooles: who is't can blame him?
Your Enemies and his, finde ſomething in him.

We are all vndone, vnleſſe
The Noble man haue mercy.

Who ſhall aske it?
The Tribunes cannot doo't for ſhame; the people
Deſerue ſuch pitty of him, as the Wolfe
Doe's of the Shepheards: For his beſt Friends, if they
Should ſay be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen
As thoſe ſhould do that had deſeru'd his hate,
And therein ſhew'd like Enemies.

'Tis true, if he were putting to my houſe, the brand
That ſhould conſume it, I haue not the face
To ſay, beſeech you ceaſe. You haue made faire hands,
You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire.

You haue brought
A Trembling vpon Rome, ſuch as was neuer
S'incapeable of helpe.

Say not, we brought it.

How? Was't we? We lou'd him,
But like Beaſts, and Cowardly Nobles,
Gaue way vnto your Cluſters, who did hoote
Him out o'th'Citty.

But I feare
They'l roare him in againe. Tullus Auffidius,
The ſecond name of men, obeyes his points
As if he were his Officer: Deſperation,
Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence
That Rome can make againſt them.
Enter a Troope of Citizens.

Heere come the Cluſters.
And is Auffidius with him? You are they
That made the Ayre vnwholſome, when you caſt
Your ſtinking, greaſie Caps, in hooting
At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's comming,
And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head
Which will not proue a whip: As many Coxcombes
As you threw Caps vp, will he tumble downe,
And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter,
If he could burne vs all into oue coale,
We haue deſeru'd it.

Faith, we heare fearfull Newes.

1 Cit.
For mine owne part,
When I ſaid baniſh him, I ſaid 'twas pitty.
2 And ſo did I.
3 And ſo did I: and to ſay the truth, ſo did very ma-
ny of vs, that we did we did for the beſt, and though wee
willingly conſented to his Baniſhment, yet it was againſt
our will.

Y'are goodly things, you Voyces.

You haue made good worke
You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll?

Oh I, what elſe? Exeunt both.

Go Maſters get you home, be not diſmaid,
Theſe are a Side, that would be glad to haue
This true, which they ſo ſeeme to feare. Go home,
And ſhew no ſigne of Feare.

1 Cit.
The Gods bee good to vs: Come Maſters let's
home, I euer ſaid we were i'th wrong, when we baniſh'd

2 Cit.
So did we all. But come, let's home. Exit Cit.

I do not like this Newes.

Nor I.

Let's to the Capitoll: would halfe my wealth
Would buy this for a lye.

Pray let's go. Exeunt Tribunes.

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