Sicin. He shall be throwne downe the Tarpeian rock
With rigorous hands: he hath resisted Law,
And therefore Law shall scorne him further Triall
Then the seuerity of the publike Power,
Which he so sets at naught
1 Cit. He shall well know the Noble Tribunes are
The peoples mouths, and we their hands
All. He shall sure ont
Mene. Sir, sir
Sicin. Peace
Me. Do not cry hauocke, where you shold but hunt
With modest warrant
Sicin. Sir, how com'st that you haue holpe
To make this rescue?
Mene. Heere me speake? As I do know
The Consuls worthinesse, so can I name his Faults
Sicin. Consull? what Consull?
Mene. The Consull Coriolanus
Bru. He Consull
All. No, no, no, no, no