them with us, the honour’d number,Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
Which they have given to beggars.
MENENIUS.
Well, no more.
FIRST SENATOR.
No more words, we beseech you.
CORIOLANUS.
How! no more!
As for my country I have shed my blood,
Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
Coin words till their decay against those measles
Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought
The very way to catch them.
BRUTUS.
You speak o’ the people
As if you were a god, to punish, not
A man of their infirmity.
SICINIUS.
‘Twere well
We let the people know’t.
MENENIUS.
What, what? his choler?
CORIOLANUS.
Choler!
Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
By Jove, ‘twould be my mind!
SICINIUS.
It is a mind
That shall remain a poison where it is,
Not poison any further.
CORIOLANUS.
Shall remain!—
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute ‘shall’?
COMINIUS.
‘Twas from the canon.
CORIOLANUS.
‘Shall’!
O good, but most unwise patricians! why,
You grave but reckless senators, have you thus
Given Hydra leave to choose an officer,
That with his peremptory ‘shall,’ being but
The horn and noise o’ the monster, wants not spirit
To say he’ll turn your current in a ditch,
And make your channel his? If he have power,
Then vail your ignorance: if none, awake
Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn’d,
Be not as common fools; if you are not,
Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
If they be senators: and they are no less
When, both your voices blended, the great’st taste
Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate;
And such a one as he, who puts his ‘shall,’
His popular ‘shall,’ against a graver bench
Than ever frown’d in Greece. By Jove himself,
It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter ‘twixt the gap of both and take
The one by the other.
COMINIUS.
Well, on to the marketplace.
CORIOLANUS.
Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
The corn o’ the storehouse gratis, as ‘twas us’d
Sometime in Greece,—
MENENIUS.
Well, well, no more of that.
CORIOLANUS.
Though there the people had more absolute power,—
I say they nourish’d disobedience, fed
The ruin of the state.
BRUTUS.
Why shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?
CORIOLANUS.
I’ll give my reasons,
More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
Was not our recompense, resting well assur’d
They ne’er did service for’t; being press’d to the war,
Even when the navel of the state was touch’d,
They would not thread the gates,—this kind of service
Did not deserve corn gratis: being i’ the war,
Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show’d
Most valour, spoke not for them. The accusation
Which they have often made against the senate,
All cause unborn, could never be the motive
Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
How shall this bisson multitude digest
The senate’s courtesy? Let deeds express
What’s like to be their words:—‘We did request it;
We are the greater poll, and in true fear
They gave us our demands:’— Thus we debase
The nature of our seats, and make the rabble
Call our cares fears; which will in time
Break ope the locks o’ the senate and bring in
The crows to peck the eagles.—
MENENIUS.
