2 Sen. Weapons, weapons, weapons:
They all bustle about Coriolanus.
Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens: what ho:
Sicinius, Brutus, Coriolanus, Citizens
All. Peace, peace, peace, stay, hold, peace
Mene. What is about to be? I am out of Breath,
Confusions neere, I cannot speake. You, Tribunes
To'th' people: Coriolanus, patience: Speak good Sicinius
Scici. Heare me, People peace
All. Let's here our Tribune: peace, speake, speake,
speake
Scici. You are at point to lose your Liberties:
Martius would haue all from you; Martius,
Whom late you haue nam'd for Consull
Mene. Fie, fie, fie, this is the way to kindle, not to
quench
Sena. To vnbuild the Citie, and to lay all flat