Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.79 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
On both sides more respect. here's he, that would take from you all your power. Seize him Aediles. down with him, down with him. Weapons, weapons, weapons: Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens: what ho: Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens'. Peace, peace, peace, stay, hold, peace. What is about to be? I am out of Breath, Confusions near, I cannot speak. You, Tribunes To ' th' people: Coriolanus, patience: Speak good Sicinius. Hear me, People peace. Let's here our Tribune: peace, speak, speak, speak. You are at point to lose your Liberties: Martius would have all from you; Martius', Whom late you have named for Consul. Fie, fie, fie, this is the way to kindle, not to quench. To unbuild the City, and to lay all flat. What is the City, but the People? True, the People are the City. By the consent of all, we were established the People's Magistrates. You so remain. And so are like to do. 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. This deserves Death. 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. Therefore lay hold of him: Bear him toth' Rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him. Aediles seize him. Yield Martius, yield. Hear me one word,' beseech you Tribunes, hear me but a word. Peace, peace. Be that you seem, truly your Country's friend, And temperately proceed to what you would Thus violently redress. 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. No, I'll die here: There's some among you have beheld me fight, Come try upon yourselves, what you have seen me. down with that Sword, Tribunes withdraw a while. Lay hands upon him. Help Martius, help: you that be noble, help him young and old. down with him, down with him. Go, get you to our House: be gone, away. All will be naught else. Get you gone. Stand fast, we have as many friends as enemies. Shall it be put to that? The Gods forbidden: I prithee noble friend, home to thy House, Leave us to cure this Cause. For 'tis a Sore upon us, You cannot Tent yourself: be gone,' beseech you. Come Sir, along with us. I would they were Barbarians, as they are, Though in Rome littered not Romans, as they are not, Though calued i' th' Porch o' th' Capitol: Be gone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue, One time will owe another. On fair ground, I could beat forty of them. I could myself take up a Brace o' th' best of them, yea, the two Tribunes.
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On both ſides more reſpect. Heere's hee, that would take from you all your power. Seize him Aediles. Downe with him, downe with him. Weapons, weapons, weapons: Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens: what ho: Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens. Peace, peace, peace, ſtay, hold, peace. What is about to be? I am out of Breath, Confuſions neere, I cannot ſpeake. You, Tribunes To' th' people: Coriolanus, patience: Speak good Sicinius. Heare me, People peace. Let's here our Tribune: peace, ſpeake, ſpeake, ſpeake. You are at point to loſe your Liberties: Martius would haue all from you; Martius, Whom late you haue nam'd for Conſull. Fie, fie, fie, this is the way to kindle, not to quench. To vnbuild the Citie, and to lay all flat. What is the Citie, but the People? True, the People are the Citie. By the conſent of all, we were eſtabliſh'd the Peoples Magiſtrates. You ſo remaine. And ſo are like to doe. That is the way to lay the Citie flat, To bring the Roofe to the Foundation, And burie all, which yet diſtinctly raunges In heapes, and piles of Ruine. This deſerues Death. Or let vs ſtand to our Authoritie, Or let vs loſe it: we doe here pronounce, Vpon the part o' th' People, in whoſe power We were elected theirs, Martius is worthy Of preſent Death. Therefore lay hold of him: Beare him toth' Rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into deſtruction caſt him. Aediles ſeize him. Yeeld Martius, yeeld. Heare me one word, 'beſeech you Tribunes, heare me but a word. Peace, peace. Be that you ſeeme, truly your Countries friend, And temprately proceed to what you would Thus violently redreſſe. Sir, thoſe cold wayes, That ſeeme like prudent helpes, are very poyſonous, Where the Diſeaſe is violent. Lay hands vpon him, And beare him to the Rock. No, Ile die here: There's ſome among you haue beheld me fighting, Come trie vpon your ſelues, what you haue ſeene me. Downe with that Sword, Tribunes withdraw a while. Lay hands vpon him. Helpe Martius, helpe: you that be noble, helpe him young and old. Downe with him, downe with him. Goe, get you to our Houſe: be gone, away. All will be naught elſe. Get you gone. Stand faſt, we haue as many friends as enemies. Shall it be put to that? The Gods forbid: I prythee noble friend, home to thy Houſe, Leaue vs to cure this Cauſe. For 'tis a Sore vpon vs, You cannot Tent your ſelfe: be gone, 'beſeech you. Come Sir, along with vs. I would they were Barbarians, as they are, Though in Rome litter'd not Romans, as they are not, Though calued i' th' Porch o' th' Capitoll: Be gone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue, One time will owe another. On faire ground, I could beat fortie of them. I could my ſelfe take vp a Brace o' th' beſt of them, yea, the two Tribunes.