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Citizens:
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Down with him, down with him!
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MENENIUS:
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Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
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All will be naught else.
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Second Senator:
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Get you gone.
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COMINIUS:
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Stand fast;
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We have as many friends as enemies.
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MENENIUS:
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Sham it be put to that?
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First Senator:
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The gods forbid!
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I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
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Leave us to cure this cause.
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MENENIUS:
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For 'tis a sore upon us,
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You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
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COMINIUS:
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Come, sir, along with us.
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CORIOLANUS:
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I would they were barbarians--as they are,
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Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not,
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Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol--
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MENENIUS:
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Be gone;
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Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
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One time will owe another.
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CORIOLANUS:
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On fair ground
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I could beat forty of them.
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COMINIUS:
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I could myself
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Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
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two tribunes:
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But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
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And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
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Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
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Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
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Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
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What they are used to bear.
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MENENIUS:
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Pray you, be gone:
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I'll try whether my old wit be in request
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With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
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With cloth of any colour.
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COMINIUS:
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Nay, come away.
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A Patrician:
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This man has marr'd his fortune.
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MENENIUS:
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His nature is too noble for the world:
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He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
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Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
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What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
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And, being angry, does forget that ever
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He heard the name of death.
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Here's goodly work!
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Second Patrician:
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I would they were abed!
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MENENIUS:
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I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
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Could he not speak 'em fair?
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SICINIUS:
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Where is this viper
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That would depopulate the city and
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Be every man himself?
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MENENIUS:
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You worthy tribunes,--
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SICINIUS:
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He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
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With rigorous hands: he hath resisted law,
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And therefore law shall scorn him further trial
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Than the severity of the public power
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Which he so sets at nought.
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First Citizen:
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He shall well know
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