BRUTUS.
Not to them all.
CORIOLANUS.
Have you informed them sithence?
BRUTUS.
How? I inform them?
COMINIUS.
You are like to do such business.
BRUTUS.
Not unlike, each way, to better yours.
CORIOLANUS.
Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow tribune.
SICINIUS.
You show too much of that
For which the people stir. If you will pass
To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.
MENENIUS.
Let’s be calm.
COMINIUS.
The people are abused, set on. This palt’ring
Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
Deserved this so dishonoured rub, laid falsely
I’ th’ plain way of his merit.
CORIOLANUS.
Tell me of corn?
This was my speech, and I will speak’t again.