Senators, &c. Weapons, weapons, weapons! 185
[They all bustle about Coriolanus, crying,[3189]
'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!'
'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!'
'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay! hold! peace!'[3190]
Men. What is about to be? I am out of breath.
Confusion's near. I cannot speak. You, tribunes[3191] 190
To the people! Coriolanus, patience![3192][3193]
Speak, good Sicinius.[3193][3194]
Sic. Hear me, people; peace!
Citizens. Let's hear our tribune: peace!—Speak, speak, speak.[3195]
Sic. You are at point to lose your liberties:
Marcius would have all from you; Marcius, 195
Whom late you have named for consul.[3196]
Men. Fie, fie, fie![3197]
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.[3197]
First Sen. To unbuild the city, and to lay all flat.[3198]
Sic. What is the city but the people?