him our own voices with our own tongues: therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how you fhall go by him. All. Content, content. Men. Oh, Sir, you are not right; have you not known, The worthieft Men have done't? Cor. What must I say? I pray, Sir,-plague upon't, I cannot bring My tongue to fuch a pace! Look, Sir,-my wounds- Some certain of your Brethren roar'd, and ran Men. Oh me, the Gods! You must not speak of that; you must defire them 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, fpeak to 'em, I pray you, Citizens approach. Cor. Bid them wash their faces, Exit. And keep their teeth clean.-So, here comes a brace: 'You know the caufe, Sirs, of my standing here. 1 Cit. We do, Sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. Cor. Mine own desert.. 2 Cit. Your own defert ? Cor. Ay, not mine own defire. 1 Cit. How! not your own defire ? Cor. No, Sir, 'twas never my defire 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' Confulship? 1 Cit. The price is, to ask it kindly. Cor. Cor. Kindly, Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to fhew you, which fhall be yours in private: your good voice, Sir; what fay 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. 1 Cit. But this is something odd. 2 Cit. An 'twere to give again :-but tis no matter. Two other Citizens. [Exeunt Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices, that I may be Conful, I have here the cuftomary Gown. 1 Cit. You have deferved nobly of your Country, and you have not deserved nobly. Cor. Your ænigma. 1 Cit. You have been a fcourge 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 fworn Brother, the People, to earn a dearer eftimation of them; 'tis a condition they account gentle: and fince the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my cap than my heart, I will practife the infinuating nod, and be off to them moft counterfeitly: that is, Sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of fome popular Man, and give it bountifully to the Defirers: therefore, befeech you, I may be Conful. 2 Cit. We hope to find you our Friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily. 1 Cit. You have received many wounds for your Country. Cor. I will not fear your knowledge with fhewing them. I will make much of your voices, and fo trouble. you no further. Beth. The Gods give you joy, Sir, heartily! [Exeunt. . Cor. Moft fweet voices Better it is to die, better to ftarve, Than crave the hire, which first we do deferve. Their needlefs Voucher? Cuftom calls me to't - Rather than fool it fo, Let the high Office and the Honour go To one that would do thus. I am half through; The one part fuffer'd, the other will I do. Three Citizens more. Here come more voices. Your voices for your voices I have fought, voices: Indeed, I would be Conful. your 1 Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honeft 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 fave thee, noble Conful. [Exeunt. Cor. Worthy voices ! Enter Menenius, with Brutus and Sicinius. Men. You've food your limitation: and the Tribunes Endue you with the people's voice. Remains, That in th' official marks invefted, you Anon do meet the Senate. Cor. Is this done? Sic. The Cuftom of Request you have discharg'd: The The people do admit you, and are fummon'd Gor. Where Sic. There, Coriolanus. Cor. May 1 change thefe garments ? Cor. That I'll ftraight do: and, knowing my felf again, Repair to th' Senate-house. Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along? Sic. Fare you well, [Exeunt Coriol, and Men. 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 difmils the people? Enter Plebeians. deferve Sic. How now, my masters, have you chofe this man? 1 Cit. He has our voices, Sir. Bru. We pray the Gods, he loves! 2 Cit. Amen, Sir: to my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us, when he begg'd our voices. may your 3 Cit. Certainly, he flouted us down-right. 1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock us. 2 Cit. Not one amongst us, fave your felf, but He us'd us fcornfully: he should have fhew'd us All. No, no man saw 'em. 3 Cit. He faid, he'd wounds, which he could fhew And with his cap, thus waving it in scorn, Here I have nothing further with you. Wa'n't this mockery? Bru. Could you not have told him, As you were leffon'd; when he had no Power, Faft foe to the Plebeians, your voices might Sic. Thus to have faid, As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his fpirit, Tying him to aught; fo, putting him to rage, Bru. Did you perceive, He did follicit you in free contempt, When he did need your loves? and do you think, Againft |