["[Event happened on 2024-01-01 The user is reading a book]\n<User> SCENE III. Rome. The Forum\n\nEnter seven or eight citizens\n\n  FIRST CITIZEN. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not\nto\n    deny him. SECOND CITIZEN. We may, sir, if we will. THIRD CITIZEN. We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a\n    power that we have no power to do; for if he show us his\nwounds\n    and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those\n    wounds and speak for them; so, if he tell us his noble deeds,\nwe\n    must also tell him our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude\nis\n    monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to\nmake a\n    monster of the multitude; of the which we being members\nshould\n    bring ourselves to be monstrous members. FIRST CITIZEN. And to make us no better thought of, a little\nhelp\n    will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he himself\nstuck\n    not to call us the many-headed multitude. THIRD CITIZEN. We have been call'd so of many; not that our\nheads\n    are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald, but that\nour\n    wits are so diversely colour'd; and truly I think if all our\nwits\n    were to issue out of one skull, they would fly east, west,\nnorth,\n    south, and their consent of one direct way should be at once\nto\n    all the points o' th' compass. SECOND CITIZEN. Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit\nwould\n    fly? THIRD CITIZEN. Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another\nman's\n    will- 'tis strongly wedg'd up in a block-head; but if it were\nat\n    liberty 'twould sure southward. SECOND CITIZEN. Why that way? THIRD CITIZEN. To lose itself in a fog; where being three parts\n   melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for\n    conscience' sake, to help to get thee a wife. SECOND CITIZEN. You are never without your tricks; you may, you\n    may. THIRD CITIZEN. Are you all resolv'd to give your voices? But\nthat's\n    no matter, the greater part carries it. I say, if he would\n    incline to the people, there was never a worthier man. Enter CORIOLANUS, in a gown of humility,\n                               with MENENIUS\n\n    Here he comes, and in the gown of humility. Mark his\nbehaviour. We are not to stay all together, but to come by him where he\n    stands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to make his\n    requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a single\n    honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues;\n    therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how you shall go by\nhim. ALL. Content, content. Exeunt citizens\n  MENENIUS. O sir, you are not right; have you not known\n    The worthiest men have done't? CORIOLANUS. What must I say? 'I pray, sir'- Plague upon't! I cannot bring\n    My tongue to such a pace. 'Look, sir, my wounds\n    I got them in my country's service, when\n    Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran\n    From th' noise of our own drums.' MENENIUS. O me, the gods! You must not speak of that. You must desire them\n    To think upon you. CORIOLANUS. Think upon me? Hang 'em! I would they would forget me, like the virtues\n    Which our divines lose by 'em. MENENIUS. You'll mar all. I'll leave you. Pray you speak to 'em, I pray you,\n    In wholesome manner. Exit\n\n                       Re-enter three of the citizens\n\n  CORIOLANUS. Bid them wash their faces\n    And keep their teeth clean. So, here comes a brace. You know the cause, sir, of my standing here. THIRD CITIZEN. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. CORIOLANUS. Mine own desert. SECOND CITIZEN. Your own desert? CORIOLANUS. Ay, not mine own desire. THIRD CITIZEN. How, not your own desire? CORIOLANUS. No, sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the\npoor\n    with begging. THIRD CITIZEN. You must think, if we give you anything, we hope\nto\n    gain by you. CORIOLANUS. Well then, I pray, your price o' th' consulship? FIRST CITIZEN. The price is to ask it kindly. CORIOLANUS. Kindly, sir, I pray let me ha't. I have wounds to\nshow\n    you, which shall be yours in private. Your good voice, sir;\nwhat\n    say you? SECOND CITIZEN. You shall ha' it, worthy sir. CORIOLANUS. A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices\nbegg'd. I have your alms. Adieu. THIRD CITIZEN. But this is something odd. SECOND CITIZEN. An 'twere to give again- but 'tis no matter. Exeunt the three citizens\n\n                      Re-enter two other citizens\n\n  CORIOLANUS. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your\n    voices that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown. FOURTH CITIZEN. You have deserved nobly of your country, and\nyou\n    have not deserved nobly. CORIOLANUS. Your enigma? FOURTH CITIZEN. You have been a scourge to her enemies; you\nhave\n    been a rod to her friends. You have not indeed loved the\ncommon\n    people. CORIOLANUS. You should account me the more virtuous, that I\nhave\n    not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my sworn\n    brother, the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them;\n'tis a\n    condition they account gentle; and since the wisdom of their\n    choice is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will\npractise\n    the insinuating nod and be off to them most counterfeitly. That\n    is, sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular\nman\n    and give it bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you\nI\n    may be consul. FIFTH CITIZEN. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore\ngive\n    you our voices heartily. FOURTH CITIZEN. You have received many wounds for your country. CORIOLANUS. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I\n    will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no farther. BOTH CITIZENS. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! Exeunt citizens\n  CORIOLANUS. Most sweet voices! Better it is to die, better to starve,\n    Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. Why in this wolvish toge should I stand here\n    To beg of Hob and Dick that do appear\n    Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't. What custom wills, in all things should we do't,\n    The dust on antique time would lie unswept,\n    And mountainous error be too highly heap'd\n    For truth to o'erpeer. Rather than fool it so,\n    Let the high office and the honour go\n    To one that would do thus. I am half through:\n    The one part suffered, the other will I do. Re-enter three citizens more\n\n    Here come more voices. Your voices. For your voices I have fought;\n    Watch'd for your voices; for your voices bear\n    Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six\n    I have seen and heard of; for your voices have\n    Done many things, some less, some more. Your voices? Indeed, I would be consul. SIXTH CITIZEN. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any\nhonest\n    man's voice. SEVENTH CITIZEN. Therefore let him be consul. The gods give him\n    joy, and make him good friend to the people! ALL. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul! Exeunt citizens\n  CORIOLANUS. Worthy voices! Re-enter MENENIUS with BRUTUS and SICINIUS\n\n  MENENIUS.\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-01, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-03 The user is reading a book]\n<User> You have stood your limitation, and the tribunes\n    Endue you with the people's voice. Remains\n    That, in th' official marks invested, you\n    Anon do meet the Senate. CORIOLANUS. Is this done? SICINIUS. The custom of request you have discharg'd. The people do admit you, and are summon'd\n    To meet anon, upon your approbation. CORIOLANUS. Where? At the Senate House? SICINIUS. There, Coriolanus. CORIOLANUS. May I change these garments? SICINIUS. You may, sir. CORIOLANUS. That I'll straight do, and, knowing myself again,\n    Repair to th' Senate House. MENENIUS. I'll keep you company. Will you along? BRUTUS. We stay here for the people. SICINIUS. Fare you well. Exeunt CORIOLANUS and MENENIUS\n    He has it now; and by his looks methinks\n    'Tis warm at's heart. BRUTUS. With a proud heart he wore\n    His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people? Re-enter citizens\n\n  SICINIUS. How now, my masters! Have you chose this man? FIRST CITIZEN. He has our voices, sir. BRUTUS. We pray the gods he may deserve your loves. SECOND CITIZEN. Amen, sir. To my poor unworthy notice,\n    He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices. THIRD CITIZEN. Certainly;\n    He flouted us downright. FIRST CITIZEN. No, 'tis his kind of speech- he did not mock us. SECOND CITIZEN. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says\n    He us'd us scornfully. He should have show'd us\n    His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for's country. SICINIUS. Why, so he did, I am sure. ALL. No, no; no man saw 'em. THIRD CITIZEN. He said he had wounds which he could show in\n      private,\n    And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,\n    'I would be consul,' says he; 'aged custom\n    But by your voices will not so permit me;\n    Your voices therefore.' When we granted that,\n    Here was 'I thank you for your voices. Thank you,\n    Your most sweet voices. Now you have left your voices,\n    I have no further with you.' Was not this mockery? SICINIUS. Why either were you ignorant to see't,\n    Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness\n    To yield your voices? BRUTUS. Could you not have told him-\n    As you were lesson'd- when he had no power\n    But was a petty servant to the state,\n    He was your enemy; ever spake against\n    Your liberties and the charters that you bear\n    I' th' body of the weal; and now, arriving\n    A place of potency and sway o' th' state,\n    If he should still malignantly remain\n    Fast foe to th' plebeii, your voices might\n    Be curses to yourselves? You should have said\n    That as his worthy deeds did claim no less\n    Than what he stood for, so his gracious nature\n    Would think upon you for your voices, and\n    Translate his malice towards you into love,\n    Standing your friendly lord. SICINIUS. Thus to have said,\n    As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his spirit\n    And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd\n    Either his gracious promise, which you might,\n    As cause had call'd you up, have held him to;\n    Or else it would have gall'd his surly nature,\n    Which easily endures not article\n    Tying him to aught. So, putting him to rage,\n    You should have ta'en th' advantage of his choler\n    And pass'd him unelected. BRUTUS. Did you perceive\n    He did solicit you in free contempt\n    When he did need your loves; and do you think\n    That his contempt shall not be bruising to you\n    When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies\n    No heart among you? Or had you tongues to cry\n    Against the rectorship of judgment? SICINIUS. Have you\n    Ere now denied the asker, and now again,\n    Of him that did not ask but mock, bestow\n    Your su'd-for tongues? THIRD CITIZEN. He's not confirm'd: we may deny him yet. SECOND CITIZENS. And will deny him;\n    I'll have five hundred voices of that sound. FIRST CITIZEN. I twice five hundred, and their friends to piece\n    'em. BRUTUS. Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends\n    They have chose a consul that will from them take\n    Their liberties, make them of no more voice\n    Than dogs, that are as often beat for barking\n    As therefore kept to do so. SICINIUS. Let them assemble;\n    And, on a safer judgment, all revoke\n    Your ignorant election. Enforce his pride\n    And his old hate unto you; besides, forget not\n    With what contempt he wore the humble weed;\n    How in his suit he scorn'd you; but your loves,\n    Thinking upon his services, took from you\n    Th' apprehension of his present portance,\n    Which, most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion\n    After the inveterate hate he bears you. BRUTUS. Lay\n    A fault on us, your tribunes, that we labour'd,\n    No impediment between, but that you must\n    Cast your election on him. SICINIUS. Say you chose him\n    More after our commandment than as guided\n    By your own true affections; and that your minds,\n    Pre-occupied with what you rather must do\n    Than what you should, made you against the grain\n    To voice him consul. Lay the fault on us. BRUTUS. Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you,\n    How youngly he began to serve his country,\n    How long continued; and what stock he springs of-\n    The noble house o' th' Marcians; from whence came\n    That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's son,\n    Who, after great Hostilius, here was king;\n    Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,\n    That our best water brought by conduits hither;\n    And Censorinus, nobly named so,\n    Twice being by the people chosen censor,\n    Was his great ancestor. SICINIUS. One thus descended,\n    That hath beside well in his person wrought\n    To be set high in place, we did commend\n    To your remembrances; but you have found,\n    Scaling his present bearing with his past,\n    That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke\n    Your sudden approbation. BRUTUS. Say you ne'er had done't-\n    Harp on that still- but by our putting on;\n    And presently, when you have drawn your number,\n    Repair to th' Capitol. CITIZENS. We will so; almost all\n    Repent in their election. Exeunt plebeians\n  BRUTUS. Let them go on;\n    This mutiny were better put in hazard\n    Than stay, past doubt, for greater. If, as his nature is, he fall in rage\n    With their refusal, both observe and answer\n    The vantage of his anger. SICINIUS. To th' Capitol, come. We will be there before the stream o' th' people;\n    And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,\n    Which we have goaded onward. Exeunt\n\n\n\n\n\nACT III. SCENE I.\nRome. A street\n\nCornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the GENTRY, COMINIUS,\nTITUS LARTIUS, and other SENATORS\n\n  CORIOLANUS. Tullus Aufidius, then, had made new head? LARTIUS. He had, my lord; and that it was which caus'd\n    Our swifter composition. CORIOLANUS. So then the Volsces stand but as at first,\n    Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road\n    Upon's again. COMINIUS. They are worn, Lord Consul, so\n    That we shall hardly in our ages see\n    Their banners wave again. CORIOLANUS. Saw you Aufidius? LARTIUS. On safeguard he came to me, and did curse\n    Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely\n    Yielded the town. He is retir'd to Antium. CORIOLANUS. Spoke he of me? LARTIUS.\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-03, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-06 The user is reading a book]\n<User> He did, my lord. CORIOLANUS. How? What? LARTIUS. How often he had met you, sword to sword;\n    That of all things upon the earth he hated\n    Your person most; that he would pawn his fortunes\n    To hopeless restitution, so he might\n    Be call'd your vanquisher. CORIOLANUS. At Antium lives he? LARTIUS. At Antium. CORIOLANUS. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,\n    To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS\n\n    Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,\n    The tongues o' th' common mouth. I do despise them,\n    For they do prank them in authority,\n    Against all noble sufferance. SICINIUS. Pass no further. CORIOLANUS. Ha! What is that? BRUTUS. It will be dangerous to go on- no further. CORIOLANUS. What makes this change? MENENIUS. The matter? COMINIUS. Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common? BRUTUS. Cominius, no. CORIOLANUS. Have I had children's voices? FIRST SENATOR. Tribunes, give way: he shall to th'\nmarket-place. BRUTUS. The people are incens'd against him. SICINIUS. Stop,\n    Or all will fall in broil. CORIOLANUS. Are these your herd? Must these have voices, that can yield them now\n    And straight disclaim their tongues? What are your offices? You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth? Have you not set them on? MENENIUS. Be calm, be calm. CORIOLANUS. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot,\n    To curb the will of the nobility;\n    Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule\n    Nor ever will be rul'd. BRUTUS. Call't not a plot. The people cry you mock'd them; and of late,\n    When corn was given them gratis, you repin'd;\n    Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them\n    Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness. CORIOLANUS. Why, this was known before. BRUTUS. Not to them all. CORIOLANUS. Have you inform'd them sithence? BRUTUS. How? I inform them! COMINIUS. You are like to do such business. BRUTUS. Not unlike\n    Each way to better yours. CORIOLANUS. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,\n    Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me\n    Your fellow tribune. SICINIUS. You show too much of that\n    For which the people stir; if you will pass\n    To where you are bound, you must enquire your way,\n    Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,\n    Or never be so noble as a consul,\n    Nor yoke with him for tribune. MENENIUS. Let's be calm. COMINIUS. The people are abus'd; set on. This palt'ring\n    Becomes not Rome; nor has Coriolanus\n    Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely\n    I' th' plain way of his merit. CORIOLANUS. Tell me of corn! This was my speech, and I will speak't again-\n  MENENIUS. Not now, not now. FIRST SENATOR. Not in this heat, sir, now. CORIOLANUS. Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends, I crave their pardons. For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them\n    Regard me as I do not flatter, and\n    Therein behold themselves. I say again,\n    In soothing them we nourish 'gainst our Senate\n    The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,\n    Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd, and scatter'd,\n    By mingling them with us, the honour'd number,\n    Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that\n    Which they have given to beggars. MENENIUS. Well, no more. FIRST SENATOR. No more words, we beseech you. CORIOLANUS. How? no more! As for my country I have shed my blood,\n    Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs\n    Coin words till their decay against those measles\n    Which we disdain should tetter us, yet sought\n    The very way to catch them. BRUTUS. You speak o' th' people\n    As if you were a god, to punish; not\n    A man of their infirmity. SICINIUS. 'Twere well\n    We let the people know't. MENENIUS. What, what? his choler? CORIOLANUS. Choler! Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,\n    By Jove, 'twould be my mind! SICINIUS. It is a mind\n    That shall remain a poison where it is,\n    Not poison any further. CORIOLANUS. Shall remain! Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you\n    His absolute 'shall'? COMINIUS. 'Twas from the canon. CORIOLANUS. 'Shall'! O good but most unwise patricians! Why,\n    You grave but reckless senators, have you thus\n    Given Hydra leave to choose an officer\n    That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but\n    The horn and noise o' th' monster's, wants not spirit\n    To say he'll turn your current in a ditch,\n    And make your channel his? If he have power,\n    Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake\n    Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd,\n    Be not as common fools; if you are not,\n    Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,\n    If they be senators; and they are no less,\n    When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste\n    Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate;\n    And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,'\n    His popular 'shall,' against a graver bench\n    Than ever frown'd in Greece. By Jove himself,\n    It makes the consuls base; and my soul aches\n    To know, when two authorities are up,\n    Neither supreme, how soon confusion\n    May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take\n    The one by th' other. COMINIUS. Well, on to th' market-place. CORIOLANUS. Whoever gave that counsel to give forth\n    The corn o' th' storehouse gratis, as 'twas us'd\n    Sometime in Greece-\n  MENENIUS. Well, well, no more of that. CORIOLANUS. Though there the people had more absolute pow'r-\n    I say they nourish'd disobedience, fed\n    The ruin of the state. BRUTUS. Why shall the people give\n    One that speaks thus their voice? CORIOLANUS. I'll give my reasons,\n    More worthier than their voices. They know the corn\n    Was not our recompense, resting well assur'd\n    They ne'er did service for't; being press'd to th' war\n    Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,\n    They would not thread the gates. This kind of service\n    Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' th' war,\n    Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd\n    Most valour, spoke not for them. Th' accusation\n    Which they have often made against the Senate,\n    All cause unborn, could never be the motive\n    Of our so frank donation. Well, what then? How shall this bosom multiplied digest\n    The Senate's courtesy? Let deeds express\n    What's like to be their words: 'We did request it;\n    We are the greater poll, and in true fear\n    They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase\n    The nature of our seats, and make the rabble\n    Call our cares fears; which will in time\n    Break ope the locks o' th' Senate and bring in\n    The crows to peck the eagles. MENENIUS. Come, enough. BRUTUS. Enough, with over measure. CORIOLANUS. No, take more. What may be sworn by, both divine and human,\n    Seal what I end withal!\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-06, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-09 The user is reading a book]\n<User> This double worship,\n    Where one part does disdain with cause, the other\n    Insult without all reason; where gentry, title, wisdom,\n    Cannot conclude but by the yea and no\n    Of general ignorance- it must omit\n    Real necessities, and give way the while\n    To unstable slightness. Purpose so barr'd, it follows\n    Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you-\n    You that will be less fearful than discreet;\n    That love the fundamental part of state\n    More than you doubt the change on't; that prefer\n    A noble life before a long, and wish\n    To jump a body with a dangerous physic\n    That's sure of death without it- at once pluck out\n    The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick\n    The sweet which is their poison. Your dishonour\n    Mangles true judgment, and bereaves the state\n    Of that integrity which should become't,\n    Not having the power to do the good it would,\n    For th' ill which doth control't. BRUTUS. Has said enough. SICINIUS. Has spoken like a traitor and shall answer\n    As traitors do. CORIOLANUS. Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee! What should the people do with these bald tribunes,\n    On whom depending, their obedience fails\n    To the greater bench? In a rebellion,\n    When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,\n    Then were they chosen; in a better hour\n    Let what is meet be said it must be meet,\n    And throw their power i' th' dust. BRUTUS. Manifest treason! SICINIUS. This a consul? No. BRUTUS. The aediles, ho! Enter an AEDILE\n\n    Let him be apprehended. SICINIUS. Go call the people,  [Exit AEDILE]  in whose name\nmyself\n    Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,\n    A foe to th' public weal. Obey, I charge thee,\n    And follow to thine answer. CORIOLANUS. Hence, old goat! PATRICIANS. We'll surety him. COMINIUS. Ag'd sir, hands off. CORIOLANUS. Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones\n    Out of thy garments. SICINIUS. Help, ye citizens! Enter a rabble of plebeians, with the AEDILES\n\n  MENENIUS. On both sides more respect. SICINIUS. Here's he 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]\n  ALL. Tribunes! patricians! citizens! What, ho! Sicinius! Brutus! Coriolanus! Citizens! PATRICIANS. Peace, peace, peace; stay, hold, peace! MENENIUS. What is about to be? I am out of breath;\n    Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You tribunes\n    To th' people- Coriolanus, patience! Speak, good Sicinius. SICINIUS. Hear me, people; peace! PLEBEIANS. Let's hear our tribune. Peace! Speak, speak, speak. SICINIUS. You are at point to lose your liberties. Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,\n    Whom late you have nam'd for consul. MENENIUS. Fie, fie, fie! This is the way to kindle, not to quench. FIRST SENATOR. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat. SICINIUS. What is the city but the people? PLEBEIANS. True,\n    The people are the city. BRUTUS. By the consent of all we were establish'd\n    The people's magistrates. PLEBEIANS. You so remain. MENENIUS. And so are like to do. COMINIUS. That is the way to lay the city flat,\n    To bring the roof to the foundation,\n    And bury all which yet distinctly ranges\n    In heaps and piles of ruin. SICINIUS. This deserves death. BRUTUS. Or let us stand to our authority\n    Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,\n    Upon the part o' th' people, in whose power\n    We were elected theirs: Marcius is worthy\n    Of present death. SICINIUS. Therefore lay hold of him;\n    Bear him to th' rock Tarpeian, and from thence\n    Into destruction cast him. BRUTUS. AEdiles, seize him. PLEBEIANS. Yield, Marcius, yield. MENENIUS. Hear me one word; beseech you, Tribunes,\n    Hear me but a word. AEDILES. Peace, peace! MENENIUS. Be that you seem, truly your country's friend,\n    And temp'rately proceed to what you would\n    Thus violently redress. BRUTUS. Sir, those cold ways,\n    That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous\n    Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him\n    And bear him to the rock. [CORIOLANUS draws his sword]\n  CORIOLANUS. No: I'll die here. There's some among you have beheld me fighting;\n    Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me. MENENIUS. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile. BRUTUS. Lay hands upon him. MENENIUS. Help Marcius, help,\n    You that be noble; help him, young and old. PLEBEIANS. Down with him, down with him! [In this mutiny the TRIBUNES, the AEDILES,\n                                     and the people are beat in]\n  MENENIUS. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away. All will be nought else. SECOND SENATOR. Get you gone. CORIOLANUS. Stand fast;\n    We have as many friends as enemies. MENENIUS. Shall it be put to that? FIRST SENATOR. The gods forbid! I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;\n    Leave us to cure this cause. MENENIUS. For 'tis a sore upon us\n    You cannot tent yourself; be gone, beseech you. COMINIUS. Come, sir, along with us. CORIOLANUS. I would they were barbarians, as they are,\n    Though in Rome litter'd; not Romans, as they are not,\n    Though calved i' th' porch o' th' Capitol. MENENIUS. Be gone. Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;\n    One time will owe another. CORIOLANUS. On fair ground\n    I could beat forty of them. MENENIUS. I could myself\n    Take up a brace o' th' best of them; yea, the two tribunes. COMINIUS. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic,\n    And manhood is call'd foolery when it stands\n    Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,\n    Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend\n    Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear\n    What they are us'd to bear. MENENIUS. Pray you be gone. I'll try whether my old wit be in request\n    With those that have but little; this must be patch'd\n    With cloth of any colour. COMINIUS. Nay, come away. Exeunt CORIOLANUS and COMINIUS, with others\n  PATRICIANS. This man has marr'd his fortune. MENENIUS. His nature is too noble for the world:\n    He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,\n    Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth;\n    What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;\n    And, being angry, does forget that ever\n    He heard the name of death. [A noise within]\n    Here's goodly work! PATRICIANS. I would they were a-bed. MENENIUS. I would they were in Tiber. What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair? Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, the rabble again\n\n  SICINIUS. Where is this viper\n    That would depopulate the city and\n    Be every man himself? MENENIUS. You worthy Tribunes-\n  SICINIUS.\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-09, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far.", "[Event happened on 2024-01-10 The user is reading a book]\n<User> He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock\n    With rigorous hands; he hath resisted law,\n    And therefore law shall scorn him further trial\n    Than the severity of the public power,\n    Which he so sets at nought. FIRST CITIZEN. He shall well know\n    The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,\n    And we their hands. PLEBEIANS. He shall, sure on't. MENENIUS. Sir, sir-\n  SICINIUS. Peace! MENENIUS. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt\n    With modest warrant. SICINIUS. Sir, how comes't that you\n    Have holp to make this rescue? MENENIUS. Hear me speak. As I do know the consul's worthiness,\n    So can I name his faults. SICINIUS. Consul! What consul? MENENIUS. The consul Coriolanus. BRUTUS. He consul! PLEBEIANS. No, no, no, no, no. MENENIUS. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,\n    I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;\n    The which shall turn you to no further harm\n    Than so much loss of time. SICINIUS. Speak briefly, then,\n    For we are peremptory to dispatch\n    This viperous traitor; to eject him hence\n    Were but one danger, and to keep him here\n    Our certain death; therefore it is decreed\n    He dies to-night. MENENIUS. Now the good gods forbid\n    That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude\n    Towards her deserved children is enroll'd\n    In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam\n    Should now eat up her own! SICINIUS. He's a disease that must be cut away. MENENIUS. O, he's a limb that has but a disease-\n    Mortal, to cut it off: to cure it, easy. What has he done to Rome that's worthy death? Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost-\n    Which I dare vouch is more than that he hath\n    By many an ounce- he dropt it for his country;\n    And what is left, to lose it by his country\n    Were to us all that do't and suffer it\n    A brand to th' end o' th' world. SICINIUS. This is clean kam. BRUTUS. Merely awry. When he did love his country,\n    It honour'd him. SICINIUS. The service of the foot,\n    Being once gangren'd, is not then respected\n    For what before it was. BRUTUS. We'll hear no more. Pursue him to his house and pluck him thence,\n    Lest his infection, being of catching nature,\n    Spread further. MENENIUS. One word more, one word\n    This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find\n    The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will, too late,\n    Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process,\n    Lest parties- as he is belov'd- break out,\n    And sack great Rome with Romans. BRUTUS. If it were so-\n  SICINIUS. What do ye talk? Have we not had a taste of his obedience-\n    Our aediles smote, ourselves resisted? Come! MENENIUS. Consider this: he has been bred i' th' wars\n    Since 'a could draw a sword, and is ill school'd\n    In bolted language; meal and bran together\n    He throws without distinction. Give me leave,\n    I'll go to him and undertake to bring him\n    Where he shall answer by a lawful form,\n    In peace, to his utmost peril. FIRST SENATOR. Noble Tribunes,\n    It is the humane way; the other course\n    Will prove too bloody, and the end of it\n    Unknown to the beginning. SICINIUS. Noble Menenius,\n    Be you then as the people's officer. Masters, lay down your weapons. BRUTUS. Go not home. SICINIUS. Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there;\n    Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed\n    In our first way. MENENIUS. I'll bring him to you. [To the SENATORS]  Let me desire your company; he must come,\n    Or what is worst will follow. FIRST SENATOR. Pray you let's to him. Exeunt\n\n<System> Please remember what the user reads on 2024-01-10, save the details within the book, and retain a summary of the book the user has read so far."]
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