SECOND LORD.
Peace, ho! No outrage! Peace!
The man is noble, and his fame folds in
This orb o’ th’ Earth. His last offences to us
Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.
CORIOLANUS.
O that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
To use my lawful sword.
AUFIDIUS.
Insolent villain!
ALL CONSPIRATORS.
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
[Draw the Conspirators, and kills Martius, who falls. Aufidius stands on him.]
LORDS.
Hold, hold, hold, hold!
AUFIDIUS.
My noble masters, hear me speak.
FIRST LORD.
O Tullus!
SECOND LORD.
Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
THIRD LORD.
Tread not upon him.—Masters, all be quiet.—
Put up your swords.