Thou wretch, despite o’erwhelm thee.
It is the same word that scatters his prudent resolutions in the trial scene:
Sicinius.You are a traitor to the people.
Coriolanus. How! traitor!
Menenius.Nay, temperately; your promise.
Coriolanus. The fires i’ the lowest hell fold-in the people!
Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch’d as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say