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The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
And we their hands.
Citizens:
He shall, sure on't.
MENENIUS:
Sir, sir,--
SICINIUS:
Peace!
MENENIUS:
Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
With modest warrant.
SICINIUS:
Sir, how comes't that you
Have holp to make this rescue?
MENENIUS:
Hear me speak:
As I do know the consul's worthiness,
So can I name his faults,--
SICINIUS:
Consul! what consul?
MENENIUS:
The consul Coriolanus.
BRUTUS:
He consul!
Citizens:
No, no, no, no, no.
MENENIUS:
If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,
I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;
The which shall turn you to no further harm
Than so much loss of time.
SICINIUS:
Speak briefly then;
For we are peremptory to dispatch
This viperous traitor: to eject him hence
Were but one danger, and to keep him here
Our certain death: therefore it is decreed
He dies to-night.
MENENIUS:
Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
SICINIUS:
He's a disease that must be cut away.
MENENIUS:
O, he's a limb that has but a disease;
Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
What has he done to Rome that's worthy death?
Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost--
Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
By many an ounce--he dropp'd it for his country;
And what is left, to lose it by his country,
Were to us all, that do't and suffer it,
A brand to the end o' the world.
SICINIUS:
This is clean kam.
BRUTUS:
Merely awry: when he did love his country,
It honour'd him.
MENENIUS:
The service of the foot
Being once gangrened, is not then respected
For what before it was.
BRUTUS:
We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
Spread further.
MENENIUS:
One word more, one word.
This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late
Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process;
Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
And sack great Rome with Romans.
BRUTUS:
If it were so,--