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
Scici. What is the Citie, but the People?
All. True, the People are the Citie
Brut. By the consent of all, we were establish'd the
Peoples Magistrates