3 Cit. Are you all refolved 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 altogether, but to come by him where he ftands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to make his requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a fingle honour, in giving 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 fay? I pray, Sir,-plague upon't! I cannot bring My tongue to fuch a pace. Look, Sir,-my wounds got them in my Country's fervice, when I Some certain of your Brethren roar'd, and ran "Men. Oh me, the Gods! You must not fpeak of that; you must defire 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, fpeak to 'em, I pray you, In wholfom manner. [Exit. Citizens approach. Cor. Bid them wafh their faces, And keep their teeth clean.-So, here comes a brace. You know the caufe, Sirs, of my ftanding herë. 1 Cit. We do, Sir; tell us what hath brought you Cor. Mine own defert. 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' Confulfhip? Cit. The price is, to afk it kindly. 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? Both 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. of 1 Cit. But this is fomething odd. 2 Cit. An 'twere to give again. But 'tis no matter. Cor. Pray you now, if it may ftand with the tune your voices, that I may be Conful. I have here the customary Gown. Y 1 Cit. You have deferved nobly of your Country, and you have not deferved 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 practice the infinuating nod, and be off to them molt 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 feal 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! Cor. Moft fweet voices Better it is to die, better to ftare, [Exeunt. Than crave the hire, which first we do deferve. Their needlefs Voucher?: Cuftom calls me to't- To one that would do thus.—I am half through; 9 I will not feal your know ledge] I will not ftrengthen or compleat your knowledge. The feal is that which gives authenticity to a writing. Wbyhould I ftand bere, To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear, Their needy's Voucher ?————]. Why ftand I here in this ragged apparel to beg of Hob and Dick, and fuch others as make their appearance here, their unneceffary votes. I rather think we should. read, Their needlefs vouches. Bet voucher may ferve, as it may perhaps fignify either the act or the agent. -this woolvish Gown] Signifies this rough birJute gown. Three Three Citizens more. Here come more voices. Your voices-for your voices I have fought; voices. Indeed, I would be Conful. 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, 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 fun.mon'd To meet anon, upon your approbation. Cor. Where? at the Senate-houfe? Sic. There, Coriolanus.. Cor. May I change thefe garments. Sic. You may, Sir. 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? 544 Bru. We stay here for the people. Sic. Fare you well. [Exeunt Coriol. and Men. SCENE VIII. 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 Plebeians.· Sic. How now, my mafters, have you chofe this man? 1 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. 1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of fpeech, he did not mock us. 2 Cit. Not one amongst us, fave yourself, but fays, He used us fcornfully. He fhould have fhew'd us His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for's country. Sic. Why, fo he did, I am fure, All. No, no man faw 'em. 3 Cit. He said, he'd wounds, which he could fhew in private; And with his cap, thus waving it in fcorn, 2 I would be Conful, fay he, aged Custom, But by your voices, will not fo permit me ; Your voices therefore. When we granted that, 2aged Cuffom,] This was a ftrange inattention. The Romans at this time had but lately changed the regal for the confular government; for Ceriolanus was banished the eighteenth year after the expulfion of the kings. WARBURTON. Your |