[They all bustle about CORIOLANUS.]
Tribunes, patricians:—citizens:—what ho:—
Sicinius, Brutus:—Coriolanus:—citizens:—
Cit. Peace!—Peace!—Peace!—stay!—hold!—peace!
Men. What is about to be? I am out of breath:
Confusion's near! I cannot speak: you tribunes
To the people.—Coriolanus, patience:—
Speak, good Sicinius.
Sic. Hear me, people;—Peace.
Cit. Let's hear our tribune:—Peace,—Speak, speak, speak.
Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties, Marcius would have all from you; Marcius Whom late you have named for consul.
Men. Fye, fye, fye. That is the way to kindle, not to quench.
Sen. To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
Sic. What is the city, but the people.