Page 2854 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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Thus violently redress.
BRUTUS
Sir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous [220]
Where the disease is violent. Lay bands upon him
And bear him to the rock.
Coriolanus draws his sword.
CORIOLANUS
No, I’ll die here.
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. [225]
BRUTUS
Lay hands upon him.
MENENIUS
Help Martius, help,
You that be noble, help him, young and old!
PLEBEIANS
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 naught else.
SECOND SENATOR
Get you gone.
