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Enter Coriolanus in a Gown with Menenius. Here he comes, and in the Gown of Humility; mark his behaviour: we are not to stay all together, but to come by him where he stands, by one's, by two's, and by three's. He's to make his requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a single honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues : therefore follow me, and I'll direct
go by him.
All. Content, content.
Cor. What must I say ? I pray, Sir, plague upon't, I cannot bring My tongue to such a pace! Look, Sir,-my wounds I got them in my country's service, when Some certain of your Brethren roar'd, and ran From noise of our own drums.
Men. Oh me, the Gods ! You must not speak of that; you must desire them To think upon you.
Cor. Think upon me? hang 'em. I would, they would forget me, like the Virtues Which our Divines lose by 'em.
Men. You'll mar all. I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you, In wholesome manner.
(Exit Citizens approach. Cor. Bid them wash their faces, And keep their teeth clean.-So, here comes a brace: You know the cause, Sirs, of my standing here. i Cit. We do, Sir; tell us what hath brought you
to't, Cor. Mine own desert. 2 Git. Your own desert?
Cor. Ay, not mine own desire.
Gor. No, Sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the Poor with begging.
1 Cit. You must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to gain by you.
Cor. Well then, I pray, your price o'th' Consulship? ı Çit. The price is, to ask it kindly.
Cor. Kindly, Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to shew you, which shall be yours in private : your good voice, Sir; what say you?
2 Cit. You shall ha't, worthy Sir.
Cor. A match, Sir; there's in all two worthy voices begg'd: I have your alms, adieu.
i Cit. But this is something odd. 2 Cit. An 'twere to give again :-but'tis no matter.
Two other Citizens. Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices, that I may be Consul, I have here the customary Gown.
i Cit. You have deserved nobly of your Country, and you have not deserved nobly.
Cor. Your ænigma.
i Cit. You have been a scourge to her enemies ; you have been a rod to her friends; you have not, indeed, loved the common People.
Cor. You should account me the more virtuous, that I have not been common in my love: I will, Sir, flatter
sworn Brother, the People, to earn a dearer estimation of them ; 'tis a condition they account gentle : and since the wisdoin of their choice is rather to have my cap than my heart, I will practise the infinuating nod, and be off to them most counterfeitly; that is, Sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular Man, and give it bountifully to the Defires : therefore, beseech you, I may be Consul..
you no further.
2 Cit. We hope to find you our Friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily.
i Čit. You have received many wounds for your Country.
Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with shewing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble
Both. The Gods give you joy, Sir, heartily! (Exeunt.
Cor. Most sweet voices-
-Rather than fool it so,
Three Citizens more.
bear Of wounds two dozen and odd : battles thrice lix I've seen, and heard of: for your voices, have Done many things, some less, some more:
your voices : Indeed, I would be Conful.
i Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice.
2 Cit. Therefore let him be Conful, the Gods give him joy, and make him a good friend to the People. All. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble Consul.
Enter Mencnius, with Brutus and Sicinius. Men. You've stood your limitation: and the Tribune, Endue you with the people's voice. Remains, That in th' official marks invested, you, Anon to meet the Senate.
Cor. Is this done?
Sic. The Custom of Request you have discharg'd:
Cor. Where? at the Senate-house ?
(again, Cor. That I'll straight do: and, knowing myself Repair to th' Senate-house.
Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along?
He has it now, and by his looks, methinks, 'Tis warm at's heart,
Bru. With a proud heart he wore His humble Weeds: will you dismiss the people ?
Enter Plebeians. Sic. How now, my masters, have you chose this man? i Cit. He has our voices, Sir. Bru. We pray the Gods, he may deserve our loves!
2 Cit. Amen, Sir: to my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us, when he beggd our voices.
3 Cit. Certainly he flouted, us down-right. 1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock us. ..Cit. Not one amongit us, save yourself but says, He us d us fcornfully: he should have fhew'd us His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for's Country.
have left your
Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.
in private ;
voices thank youYour most sweet voices
you voices, I have nothing further with you
Bru. Could you not have told him,
Sic. Thus to have said,
you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his spirit, And try'd his inclination ; from him pluckt Either his gracious promise, which you might, As cause had call'd you up, have held him to ; Or else it would have gall’d his furly nature ;