ALL.
Peace, peace, peace! Stay, hold, peace!
MENENIUS.
What is about to be? I am out of breath.
Confusion’s near. I cannot speak. You tribunes
To th’ people!—Coriolanus, patience!—
Speak, good Sicinius.
SICINIUS.
Hear me, people! Peace!
ALL PLEBEIANS.
Let’s hear our tribune. Peace! Speak, speak, speak.
SICINIUS.
You are at point to lose your liberties.
Martius would have all from you, Martius,
Whom late you have named for consul.
MENENIUS.
Fie, fie, fie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
FIRST SENATOR.
To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
SICINIUS.
What is the city but the people?
ALL PLEBEIANS.
True,
The people are the city.
BRUTUS.
By the consent of all, we were established
The people’s magistrates.