1 Cit.. We do, Sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. Cor. Mine own Defert. 2 Cit. Your own Desert? Gor. Ay, not mine own Defire. I 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? 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 fhall 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 fomething odd. 2 Cit. And 'twere to give again: Enter two other Citizens. But 'tis no matter. [Exeunt. your Cor. Pray you now, if it may ftand with the tune of Voices, that I may be Conful, I have here the customary Gown. 1 Cit. You have deferved Nobly of your Country, and you have not deferved Nobly. Cur. 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 my fworn Brother, the People, to earn a dearer estimation of them, 'tis a condition they account gentle: And fince the wildom of their Choice, is rather to have my Hat, than my Heart, I will practice 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 bountiful 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. I Cit. You Dd 4 1 Cit. You have received many Wounds for your Coun tiy. Cor. I will not feal your Knowledge with fhewing them. I will make much of your Voices, and fo trouble you no further. Both. 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 firft we do deserve. Their needlefs Voucher? Cuftom calls me to't- Here come more Voices. Your Voices For your Voices I have fought, For indeed I would be Conful. 1 Cit. He has d ne nobly, and cannot go without any honeft Man's Voice. 1 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 have stood your Limitation: And the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voice. You anon do meet the Senate. Cor. Is this done? Sic. The Cuftom of Request you have difcharg'd: The People do admit you, and are fummon'd Το To meet anon upon your Approbation. Cor. May I change thefe Garments? Sic. You may, Sir. Cor. That I'll ftrait do: And knowing my felf again, Repair to th' Senate-Houfe. Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along? Sie. Farewel, [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 difmifs the People? Enter the Plebeians. Sic. How now, my Mafters, have you chose this Man? I Cit. He has our Voices, Sir. Bru. We pray the Gods he may deferve your Loves. 2 Cit. Amen, Sir: To my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us, when he begg'd our Voices. 3 Cit. Certainly he flouted us down-right. I Cit. No, 'tis his kind of Speech, he did not mock us. 2 Cit. Not one amongst us, fave your felf, but fays He us'd us fcornfully: He fhou'd have fhew'd us His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiv'd fɔr's Country. Sic. Why fo he did, I am fure. All. No, no; no Man faw 'em. 3 Cit. He faid he had Wounds, Which he could fhew in private: And with his Hat, thus waving it in Scorn, To yield your Voices? Bru. Could you not have told him, As you were leffon'd; when he had no Power, But But was a petty Servant to the State, Fast Foe to th' Plebeians, your Voices might Sic. Thus to have faid, As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his Spirit, Tying him to ought; 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 Sic. Have you, e'er now, deny'd the Asker: 3 Cit. He's not confirm'd, we may deny him yet. 2 Cit. And will deny him: I'll five hundred Voices of that Sound. 1 Cir. Ay,twice five hundred, and their Friends to piece 'em. Bru. Get you hence ir ftantly, and tell thofe Friends, They have chofe a Conful that will from them take Their Liberties, make them of no more Voice Than Dogs, that are as often beat for Barking, As therefore kept to do fc. Sic. Let them affemble; and on a fafer Judgment, Sic. Say, you chofe him, more after our Commandment, Bru. Ay, fpare us not: Say, we read Lectures to you, Of the fame House Publius and Quintus were, Sic. One thus defcended, That hath befide well in his Perfon wrought, Bru. Say, you ne'er had don't, And prefently, when you have drawn your Number, All. We will fo; almost all repent in their Ele&tion. [Exeunt Plebeians. Bru 1 |