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