Coriolanus IOC

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IOC Passage

Act 1, Scene 1 (lines 193-230)

Coriolanus. Hang 'em! They say!
They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise,                                                             
Who thrives and who declines; side factions
and give out                                                                                                                                  5
Conjectural marriages; making parties strong
And feebling such as stand not in their liking
Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's                                                                 
grain enough!
Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,                                                                                       10
And let me use my sword, I'll make a quarry
With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
As I could pick my lance.                                                                                                   

Menenius Agrippa. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
For though abundantly they lack discretion,                                                                                15
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,
What says the other troop?

Coriolanus. They are dissolved: hang 'em!                                                                  
They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs,
That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,                                                                      20
That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds
They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,                                              
And a petition granted them, a strange one—
To break the heart of generosity,                                                                                                    25
And make bold power look pale—they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
Shouting their emulation.                                                                                          

Menenius Agrippa. What is granted them?

Coriolanus. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,                                                          30
Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not—'Sdeath!
The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,                                                            
Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
Win upon power and throw forth greater themes                                                                           35
For insurrection's arguing.

Menenius Agrippa. This is strange.

Coriolanus. Go, get you home, you fragments!