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Aged sir, bands off.

CORIOLANUS
Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
Out of thy garments.

SICINIUS
Help, ye citizens!

Enter a rabble of Plebeians, with the Aediles.

MENENIUS
On both sides more respect. [180]

SICINIUS

Here’s be that would take from you all your power.

BRUTUS

Seize him, Aediles!

PLEBEIANS
Down with him, down with him!

SECOND SENATOR
Weapons, weapons, weapons!

They all bustle about Coriolanus.

ALL
(shouting confusedly) Tribunes! Patricians! Citizens! What ho! [185]
Sicinius! Brutus! Coriolanus! Citizens!

MENENIUS

Peace, peace, peace! Stay, hold, peace!
What is about to be? I am out of breath.
Confusion’s near. I cannot speak. You Tribunes
To th’People − Coriolanus, patience! − [190]