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'Twere a perpetual spoil; and 'till we callid Both Field and City ours, he never stood To ease his breast with panting.
Men. Worthy Man !
i Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the Honours, Which we devise him.
Com. Our spoils he kick'd at,
Men. He's right noble,
Sen. Call Coriolanus.
Cor. I do owe them still
Men. It then remains
Cor. I beseech you,
may pass this doing.
Men. Put them not to't: pray, fit you to the Cu
you, that I
And take t'ye, as your Predecessors have,
Cor. It is a Part
That ? Cor. To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus,
Shew them th' unaking scars, which I would hide,
Men. Do not stand upon't:
[Flourish Cornets. Then Exeunt.
Manent Sicinius and Brutus.
Bru. (13) Come, we'll inform them
SCENE changes to the Forum.
Enter seven or eight Citizens,
not to deny him.
3 Cit. We have Power in our selves to do it, but it is a Power that we have no Power to do; for if he thew us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds, and speak for them :
(13) Conse, we'll inform them
of our Proceedings here on th' Market place,
I know they do attend us.) But the Tribunes were not now on the Market-place, but in the Capitol. The Pointing only wants to be rectified, and we hall know what this Magistrate would say, viz. Come, I know, the People attend us in the Forum; we'll go and inform them what Proceedings have been here in the Senate.
fo, if he tells us his noble deeds, we must also tell him our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous; and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a moniter of the multitude; of the which, we being Members, should bring our felves to be monstrous Members.
i Cit. And to make us no better thought of, a little help will serve : for once, when We stood up about the Corn, he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.
3 Cit. We have been call’d so of many; not that our heads are some brown, fome black, some auburn, some bald; but that our wits are so diversly colour'd;
and truly, I think, if all our wits were to issue out of one scull, they would fly East, West, North, South ; and their consent of one direct way would be at once to all Points o'th' Compass.
2 Cit. Think you so i which way, do you judge, my wit would fly ?
3 Cit. Nay, your wit will not so foon out as another man's will, 'tis strongly wedg’d up in a blockhead; but if it were at liberty, 'cwould, fure, southward.
2 Cit. Why that way?
3 Cit. To lose it self in a fog ; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience fake, to help to get thee a Wife. 2 Cit. You are never without
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 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 R 4
him our own voices with our own tongues : there fore follow me, and I'll direct
All. Content, content.
Cor. What must I fay?
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 !
Cor. Think upon me? hang 'em.
Men. You'll mar all.
[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 ftanding here. i Cit. We do, Sir ; tell us what hath brought you
to't. Cor. Mine own desert. 2 Cit. Your own desert ? Cor. Ay, not mine own desire. 1 Cit. How ! not your own desire ?
Cor. No, Sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the Poor with begging.
i 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' Consul
ship? i Cit. The price is, to ask it kindly:
Cor. Kindly, Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to Thew 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.
1 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 my sworn 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 practise the insinuating 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 Desirers: therefore, beseech
i Cit. 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 you no further. Both. The Gods give you joy, Sir, heartily!