The Tragedy of Coriolanus
ACT FIRST
Scene One
[Rome. A Street]
Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons.
1. Cit. Before we proceed any further, hear
me speak.
All. Speak, speak.
1. Cit. You are all resolved rather to die than 4
to famish?
All. Resolved, resolved.
1. Cit. First, you know Caius Martius is chief
enemy to the people. 8
All. We know 't, we know 't.
1. Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at
our own price. Is 't a verdict?
All. No more talking on 't; let it be done. 12
Away, away!
2. Cit. One word, good citizens.
1. Cit. We are accounted poor citizens, the
patricians good. What authority surfeits on 16
would relieve us. If they would yield us but
the superfluity, while it were wholesome, we
might guess they relieved us humanely; but
they think we are too dear: the leanness that 20
afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
inventory to particularise their abundance; our
19 guess: think
20 are too dear: cost too much
21 object: spectacle
22 particularise: itemize
