Men.
On both sides, more respect.

Sic.
Here's he, that would take from you all your power.

Bru.
Seize him, Ædiles.

All.
Down with him, down with him!

Men.
What is about to be?—I am out of breath;
Confusion's near. I cannot speak.—You tribunes,
Coriolanus, patience; speak, Sicinius.

Sic.
Hear me, people—peace.

All.
Let's hear our tribunes: peace, ho! speak, speak, speak.

Sic.
You are at point to lose your liberties:

Martius would have all from you: Martius,
Whom late you nam'd for consul.

Men.
Fie, fie, fie.
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.

Sic.
What is the city, but the people?

All.
True, the people are the city.

Bru.
By the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magistrates.

All.
You so remain.

Men.
And so are like to do.

Cor.
This is the way to lay the city flat;
To bring the roof to the foundation,
And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
In heaps and piles of ruin.

Sic.
This deserves death.

Bru.
Or let us stand to our authority,
Or let us lose it; we do here pronounce,
Upon the part o'th' people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy
Of present death.

Sic.
Therefore lay hold on him;
Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian* ^note, and from thence
Into destruction cast him.

Bru.
Ædiles, seize him.

All Ple.
Yield, Martius, yield.

Cor.
No, I'll die here; [Drawing his sword.
There's some among you have beheld me fighting,
Come try, upon yourselves, what you have seen me. [In this mutiny the Tribunes, the Ædiles, and the people are beat in.

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