CORIOLANUS. Pray, be content. Mother, I am going to the marketplace. Chide me no more. I’ll mountebank their loves, Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going. Commend me to my wife. I’ll return consul, Or never trust to what my tongue can do I’ th’ way of flattery further. VOLUMNIA. Do your will. [_Exit Volumnia._] COMINIUS. Away! The Tribunes do attend you. Arm yourself To answer mildly, for they are prepared With accusations, as I hear, more strong Than are upon you yet. CORIOLANUS. The word is “mildly.” Pray you, let us go. Let them accuse me by invention, I Will answer in mine honour. MENENIUS. Ay, but mildly. CORIOLANUS. Well, mildly be it, then. Mildly. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Rome. The Forum Enter Sicinius and Brutus. BRUTUS. In this point charge him home, that he affects Tyrannical power. If he evade us there, Enforce him with his envy to the people, And that the spoil got on the Antiates Was ne’er distributed. Enter an Aedile. What, will he come? AEDILE. He’s coming. BRUTUS. How accompanied? AEDILE. With old Menenius, and those senators That always favoured him. SICINIUS. Have you a catalogue Of all the voices that we have procured, Set down by th’ poll? AEDILE. I have. ’Tis ready. SICINIUS. Have you collected them by tribes? AEDILE. I have. SICINIUS. Assemble presently the people hither; And when they hear me say “It shall be so I’ th’ right and strength o’ th’ commons,” be it either For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them If I say “Fine,” cry “Fine,” if “Death,” cry “Death,” Insisting on the old prerogative And power i’ th’ truth o’ th’ cause. AEDILE. I shall inform them. BRUTUS. And when such time they have begun to cry, Let them not cease, but with a din confused Enforce the present execution Of what we chance to sentence. AEDILE. Very well. SICINIUS. Make them be strong and ready for this hint When we shall hap to give’t them. BRUTUS. Go about it. [_Exit Aedile._] Put him to choler straight. He hath been used Ever to conquer and to have his worth Of contradiction. Being once chafed, he cannot Be reined again to temperance; then he speaks What’s in his heart; and that is there which looks With us to break his neck. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius and Cominius with other Senators. SICINIUS. Well, here he comes. MENENIUS. Calmly, I do beseech you. CORIOLANUS. Ay, as an ostler, that for th’ poorest piece Will bear the knave by th’ volume.—Th’ honoured gods Keep Rome in safety and the chairs of justice Supplied with worthy men! Plant love among’s! Throng our large temples with the shows of peace And not our streets with war! FIRST SENATOR. Amen, amen. MENENIUS. A noble wish. Enter the Aedile with the Plebeians. SICINIUS. Draw near, ye people. AEDILE. List to your tribunes. Audience! Peace, I say! CORIOLANUS. First, hear me speak. BOTH TRIBUNES. Well, say.—Peace, ho!