Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.81 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
So then the Volces stand but as at first, Ready when time shall prompt them, to make road upon's again. They are worn (Lord Consul) so, That we shall hardly in our ages see Their Banners wave again. Saw you Auffidius? On safeguard he came to me, and did curse Against the Volces, for they had so vildly Yielded the Town: he is retired to Antium. Spoke he of me? He did, my Lord. How? what? How often he had met you Sword to Sword: That of all things upon the Earth, he hated Your person most: That he would pawn his fortunes To hopeless restitution, so he might Be called your Vanquisher. At Antium lives he? At Antium. I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. Behold, these are the Tribunes of the People, The Tongues o' th' Common Mouth. I do despise them: For they do prank them in Authority, Against all Noble sufferance. Pass no further. Ha? what is that? It will be dangerous to go on— No further. What makes this change? The matter? Hath he not passed the Noble, and the Common? Cominius, no. Have I had children's Voices? Tribunes give way, he shall toth' Market place. The People are incensed against him. Stop, or all will fall in broil. Are these your Herd? Must these have Voices, that can yield them now, And strait disclaim their tongues? what are your Offices? You being their Mouths, why rule you not their Teeth? Have you not set them on? Be calm, be calm. It is a purposed thing, and grows by Plot, To curb the will of the Nobility: Suffered, and live with such as cannot rule, Nor ever will be ruled. Call't not a Plot: The People cry you mocked them: and of late, When Corn was given them gratis, you repined, Scandaled the Suppliants: for the People, called them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to Nobleness. Why this was known before. Not to them all. Have you informed them sithence? How? I inform them? You are like to do such business. Not unlike each way to better yours. Why then should I be Consul? by yond Clouds Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow Tribune. You show too much of that, For which the People stir: if you will pass To where you are bound, you must inquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit, Or never be so Noble as a Consul, Nor yoke with him for Tribune. Let's be calm. The People are abused: set on, this paltering Becomes not Rome: nor has Coriolanus Deserved this so dishonoured Rub, laid falsely I' th' plain Way of his Merit.
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So then the Volces ſtand but as at firſt, Readie when time ſhall prompt them, to make roade Vpon's againe. They are worne (Lord Conſull) ſo, That we ſhall hardly in our ages ſee Their Banners waue againe. Saw you Auffidius? On ſafegard he came to me, and did curſe Againſt the Volces, for they had ſo vildly Yeelded the Towne: he is retyred to Antium. Spoke he of me? He did, my Lord. How? what? How often he had met you Sword to Sword: That of all things vpon the Earth, he hated Your perſon moſt: That he would pawne his fortunes To hopeleſſe reſtitution, ſo he might Be call'd your Vanquiſher. At Antium liues he? At Antium. I wiſh I had a cauſe to ſeeke him there, To oppoſe his hatred fully. Welcome home. Behold, theſe are the Tribunes of the People, The Tongues o' th' Common Mouth. I do deſpiſe them: For they doe pranke them in Authoritie, Againſt all Noble ſufferance. Paſſe no further. Hah? what is that? It will be dangerous to goe on— No further. What makes this change? The matter? Hath he not paſs'd the Noble, and the Common? Cominius, no. Haue I had Childrens Voyces? Tribunes giue way, he ſhall toth' Market place. The People are incens'd againſt him. Stop, or all will fall in broyle. Are theſe your Heard? Muſt theſe haue Voyces, that can yeeld them now, And ſtraight diſclaim their toungs? what are your Offices? You being their Mouthes, why rule you not their Teeth? Haue you not ſet them on? Be calme, be calme. It is a purpos'd thing, and growes by Plot, To curbe the will of the Nobilitie: Suffer't, and liue with ſuch as cannot rule, Nor euer will be ruled. Call't not a Plot: The People cry you mockt them: and of late, When Corne was giuen them gratis, you repin'd, Scandal'd the Suppliants: for the People, call'd them Time-pleaſers, flatterers, foes to Nobleneſſe. Why this was knowne before. Not to them all. Haue you inform'd them ſithence? How? I informe them? You are like to doe ſuch buſineſſe. Not vnlike each way to better yours. Why then ſhould I be Conſull? by yond Clouds Let me deſerue ſo ill as you, and make me Your fellow Tribune. You ſhew too much of that, For which the People ſtirre: if you will paſſe To where you are bound, you muſt enquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler ſpirit, Or neuer be ſo Noble as a Conſull, Nor yoake with him for Tribune. Let's be calme. The People are abus'd: ſet on, this paltring Becomes not Rome: nor ha's Coriolanus Deſeru'd this ſo diſhonor'd Rub, layd falſely I' th' plaine Way of his Merit.