MENENIUS.
Down with that sword!—Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
BRUTUS.
Lay hands upon him!
MENENIUS.
Help Martius, help!
You that be noble, help him, young and old!
ALL PLEBEIANS.
Down with him, down with him!
[In this mutiny the Tribunes, the Aediles and the People are beat in.]
MENENIUS.
Go, get you to your house. Begone, away.
All will be naught else.
SECOND SENATOR.
Get you gone.
CORIOLANUS.
Stand fast!
We have as many friends as enemies.
MENENIUS.
Shall it be put to that?
FIRST SENATOR.
The gods forbid!
I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.