Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say 'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free As I do pray the gods. SICINIUS Mark you this, people? Citizens To the rock, to the rock with him! SICINIUS Peace!
We need not put new matter to his charge:
What you have seen him do and heard him speak, Beating your officers, cursing yourselves, Opposing laws with strokes and here defying Those whose great power must try him; even this, So criminal and in such capital kind, Deserves the extremest death. BRUTUS But since he hath Served well for Rome,-- CORIOLANUS What do you prate of service? BRUTUS I talk of that, that know it. CORIOLANUS You? MENENIUS Is this the promise that you made your mother? COMINIUS Know, I pray you,-- CORIOLANUS I know no further:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor cheque my courage for what they can give, To have't with saying 'Good morrow.' SICINIUS For that he has, As much as in him lies, from time to time Envied against the people, seeking means To pluck away their power, as now at last Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers That do distribute it; in the name o' the people And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Even from this instant, banish him our city, In peril of precipitation From off the rock Tarpeian never more To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name, I say it shall be so. Citizens It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:
He's banish'd, and it shall be so. COMINIUS Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,-- SICINIUS He's sentenced; no more hearing. COMINIUS Let me speak:
I have been consul, and can show for Rome Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase, And treasure of my loins; then if I would Speak that,-- SICINIUS We know your drift: speak what? BRUTUS There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people and his country:
It shall be so. Citizens It shall be so, it shall be so. CORIOLANUS You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till at length Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels, Making not reservation of yourselves, Still your own foes, deliver you as most Abated captives to some nation That won you without blows! Despising, For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.
Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians AEdile The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Citizens Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!
Shouting, and throwing up their caps SICINIUS Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath followed you, with all despite;
Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city. Citizens Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come.
The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.
