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B Efore we proceed any further, hear me speak. You are all resolved rather to die then to famish? First you know, Caius Martius is chief enemy to the people. Let us kill him, and we'll have Corn at our own price. Is't a Verdict? We are accounted poor Citizens, the Patri cians good: what Authority surfeits one, would relieve us. If they would yield us but the superfluity while it were wholesome, we might guess they relieved us hu manely: But they think we are too deer, the leanness that afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as and invento ry to particularise their abundance, our sufferance is a gain to them. Let us revenge this with our Pikes, ere we become Rakes. For the Gods know, I speak this in hunger for Bred, not in thirst for Revenge. Very well, and could be content to give him good report for't, but that he pays himself with be king proud. I say unto you, what he hath done Famously, he did it to that end: though soft conscienced men can be content to say it was for his Country, he did it to please his Mother and to be partly proud, which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue. If I must not, I need not be barren of Accusa tions he hath faults (with surplus) to Tyre in repetition. What shouts are these? The other side of that City is risen: why stay we prating here? To the Capitol. Once if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him. And to make us no better thought of a little help will serve: for once we stood up about the Corn, he himself stuck not to call us the manyheaded Multi tude. He ha done Nobly, and cannot go without any honest men Voice. He ha our Voices, Sir. No, it's his kind of speech, he did not mock us. I twice five hundred & their friends, to piece they. Soft, who comes here? He's one honest enough, would all the rest were so. The price is, to ask it kindly. He shall well know the Noble Tribunes are The peoples mouths, and we their hands. For mine own partly. When I said banish him, I said 'twas pity. The Gods be good to us: Come Master's let's home, I ever said we were in that wrong, when we banished him. You have deserved Nobly of your Country, and you have not deserved Nobly. You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have been a Rod to her Friends, you have not indeed loved the Common people. You have received many wounds for your Con trey. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out of the house: Prithee call my Master to him. Here's a strange alteration? What and Arm he has, he turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a Top. He had so, looking as it were, would I were hanged but I thought there was more in him, then I could think. I think he is: but a greater soldier then he, You wot one. Nay, it's no matter for that. Nay not so neither: but I take him to be the greater Soldier. I, and for and assault too. Why do you say, thwack our General? He was too hard for him directly, to say the Troth on't before Corioles, he scotched him, and notched him Like a Carbinado. But more of thy News. Directitude? What's that? But when goes this forward: Let me have War say I, it exceeds peace as far as day do's night: It's sprightly walking, audible, and full of Vent. Peace, is a very Apoplexy, Lethargy, mulled, deaf, sleep, insensible, a getter of more bastard. Chil dren, then wars a destroyer of men. I, and it makes men hate one another. Our selves, our wives, and children, on our knees, Are bound to pray for you both. From whence? You may not pass, you must return: our General will no more hear from thence. Be it so, go back: the virtue of your name, Is not here passable. Faith Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore go back. You are a Roman, are you? Then you should hate Room, as he do's. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates, the very Defender of them, and in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women, the Virginal Palms of your daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a de cay'd Dotant as you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended fire, your City is ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived, therefore back to Room, and prepare for your execution: you are condemned, our General has sworn you out of repreeve and pardon. Come, my Captain knows you not. My General cares not for you. Back I say, go: least I let forth your half pint of blood. Back, that's the ut most of your having, back. Now sir, is your name Menenius ? Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back? A Noble Fellow I warrant him.
Plot summary
Plot — Coriolanus
The. citizens of Rome riot for corn. They insist that the patricians are hoarding the commodity, but Menenius Agrippa tells them a fable suggesting that the Senate has made an equitable distribution of what there is. The Senate grants the people tribunes to represent their interests, to the disgust of the patrician soldier Martius. ‘The Volsces put troops in-the field in an attempt to capture Roman territory. The Romans split their powers: the general Cominius takes on the attacking army under the Volscian commander Aufidius, while Martius and Titus Lartius attack the Volscian town of Corioles. Martius ventures alone into the town and is trapped when the gates close behind him. When he re-emerges, bleeding from the fight, he invigorates the troops and Corioles is conquered. He goes to relieve Cominius, while Titus Lartius finalizes the terms of the Roman occupation. Martius confronts Aufidius in single combat. They are long-time rivals who have sworn to fight to the death, but they are balked when Aufidius’ troops intervene to rescue him. Meanwhile, Aufidius realizes that he will never beat Martius in a fair fight: it will have to be by stealth. Martius, now surnamed Coriolanus, returns triumph to Rome, and is put forward for the consulship. By custom, he must humbly ask the consent of the people and show them his war-wounds. He is reluctant, partly through contempt for the plebeians and partly out of a concern that his valour might be misinterpreted as political ambition. Even so, he. undertakes the obligation and receives the people’s voices, but does not actually show the wounds. The Tribunes persuade the people to withdraw their votes, since it would not be in their best interests to have Coriolanus as head of state. When the Tribunes intervene to block his promotion, Coriolanus loses his temper and speaks to them in terms which exacerbate the situation. Cominius undertakes to get him to apologise, but Coriolanus — persuaded to comply only at the intervention of his mother, Volumnia — still cannot keep his temper, and the Tribunes banish him from Rome. Coriolanus goes to Aufidius’ house in Antium and is received. The Volsces are mobilizing a new army for a fresh attack on the Romans, and Aufidius splits his command with Coriolanus, who marches on Rome. When his victory seems certain, first Cominius and then Menenius entreat his clemency, but are refused. An embassy from Volumnia, his wife, and young son proves more effective, however: he decides to…