2 Cit. Why that way? 3 Cit. To lose itself in a fog; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth. would return for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife. 2 Cit. You are never without your tricks :-You may, you may. 3 Cit. Are you all resolved to give your voices ? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I say, if he would incline to the people, there was never a worthier man. Enter Coriolanus and 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 ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to make his requests by parti culars: 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 you how you shall go by him. All. Content, content. [Exeunt. Men. O sir, you are not right: have you not known The worthiest men have done it? I Cor. What must I say? 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 the noise of our own drums. Men. O 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 Men. You'll mar all; I'll leave you: Pray you, speak to them, I pray you, In wholesome manner. Cor. [Exit. Enter tw Citizens. Bid them wash their faces, And keep their teeth clean.-So, here comes a brace. You know the cause, sir, of my standing here. 1 Cit. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. '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'the consulship? 1 Cit. The price is, sir, to ask it kindly. Cor. Kindly? Sir, I pray let me ha't: I have wounds to show you, Which shall be yours in private.-Your good voice, sir; What say you? 2 Cit. You shall have it, worthy sir. There is in all two worthy voices begg'd:- 1 Cit. But this is something odd. [Exeunt two Citizens. 2 Cit. An 'twere to give again,-But 'tis no matter. Enter 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. 3 Cit. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly. Cor. Your enigma? 3 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 my sworn brother the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will prac. tise the insinuating nod, and be off to them most counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the be witchment of some popular man, and give it bountifully to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul. 4 Cit. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily. 3 Cit. You have received many wounds for your country. Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further. Both Cit. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! [Exeunt. Cor. Most sweet voices! Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire, which first we do deserve. Over-look. To one that would do thus.-I am half through; Enter three other Citizens. Here come more voices, Your voices for your voices I have fought; voices: Indeed, I would be consul." 5 Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice. 6 Cit. Therefore let him be cousul: The gods. give him joy, and make him good friend to the people! All. Amen, Amen. God save thee, noble consul! Cor. [Exeunt Citizens. Worthy voices! Re-enter Menenius, with Brutus, and Sicinius. Men. You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes Endue you with the people's voice: Remains, Anon do meet the senate. Sic. The custom of request you have discharg'd: The people do admit you; and are summon'd To meet anon, upon your approbation. Cor. Where? at the senate-house? Sic. There, Coriolanus. You may, sir. Cor. May I then change these garments? Sic. Cor. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again, Repair to the senate-house. Men. I'll keep you company.-Will you along? Sic. Fare you well. He has it now; and by his looks, methinks, 'Tis warm at his heart. Bru. [Exeunt Coriol. and Menen. With a proud heart he wore His humble weeds: Will you dismiss the people? Re-enter Citizens. Sic. How now, my masters? have you chose this man? 1 Cit. He has our voices, sir. Bru. We pray the gods, he may deserve your loves. 2 Cit. Amen, sir: To my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us, when he begg'd our voices. 3 Cit. He flouted us down-right. Certainly, 1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock us. 2 Cit. Not one amongst us save yourself, but says, He us'd us scornfully: he should have show'd us His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for his country. Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure. Cit. No; no man saw 'em. [Several speak. 3 Cit. He said, he had wounds, which he could show in private; And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn, you, |