Coriolanus

Coriolanus

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Excerpt: ... What is the city but the people? CITIZENS. True, The people are the city. BRUTUS. By the consent of all, we were establish'd The people's magistrates. CITIZENS. You so remain. MENENIUS. And so are like to do. COMINIUS. That 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. SICINIUS. This deserves death. BRUTUS. Or let us stand to our authority, Or let us lose it.-We do here pronounce, Upon the part o' the people, in whose power We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death. SICINIUS. Therefore lay hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him. BRUTUS. Aediles, seize him! CITIZENS. Yield, Marcius, yield! MENENIUS. Hear me one word; Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word. AEDILES. Peace, peace! MENENIUS. Be that you seem, truly your country's friends, And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. BRUTUS. Sir, those cold ways, That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous Where the disease is violent.-Lay hands upon him And bear him to the rock. CORIOLANUS. No; I'll die here. Draws his sword. There's some among you have beheld me fighting; Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. MENENIUS. Down with that sword!-Tribunes, withdraw awhile. BRUTUS. Lay hands upon him. MENENIUS. Help Marcius, help, You that be noble; help him, young and old! CITIZENS. Down with him, down with him! In this mutiny the TRIBUNES, the AEDILES, and the people are beat in. MENENIUS. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away! All will be nought else. SECOND SENATOR. Get you gone. CORIOLANUS. Stand fast; We have as many friends as enemies. MENENIUS. Shall it be put to that? FIRST SENATOR. The gods forbid: I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house; Leave us to cure this cause. MENENIUS. For 'tis a sore upon us You cannot tent yourself; be gone, beseech you. COMINIUS. Come, sir, along with us....show more

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  • Paperback | 44 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236708695
  • 9781236708694