AEDILE.
List to your tribunes. Audience! Peace, I say!
CORIOLANUS.
First, hear me speak.
BOTH TRIBUNES.
Well, say.—Peace, ho!
CORIOLANUS.
Shall I be charged no further than this present?
Must all determine here?
SICINIUS.
I do demand
If you submit you to the people’s voices,
Allow their officers, and are content
To suffer lawful censure for such faults
As shall be proved upon you.
CORIOLANUS.
I am content.
MENENIUS.
Lo, citizens, he says he is content.
The warlike service he has done, consider. Think
Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
Like graves i’ th’ holy churchyard.
CORIOLANUS.
Scratches with briars,
Scars to move laughter only.
MENENIUS.
Consider further,
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier. Do not take
His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier
Rather than envy you.
COMINIUS.
Well, well, no more.