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Sic. It Thall be to him then, as our good wills ;
A sure Destruction.

Bru. So it must fall out
To him, or our Authorities, for an end.
We must suggest the People, in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to's Power he would
Have made them Mules, filenc'd their Pleaders,
And disproportioned their Freedoms; holding them,
In human Aäion and Capacity,
Of no more Soul nor fitness for the World,
Than Camels in their War, who have their Provand
Only for bearing Burthens, and fore Blows
For finking under them.

Sic. This, as you say, suggested,
At some time, when his soaring Insolence
Shall teach the People; which time shall not want,
If he be put upon's, and that's as easie,
As to set Dogs on Sheep; we'll be his Fire
To kindle their dry Stubble; and their Blaze
Shall darken him for ever.

Enter a Messenger.
Bru. What's the Matter?

Mes. You are sent for to the Capitol:
'Tis thought that Martius Thall be Consul:
I have seen the dumb Men throng to see him,
And the blind to hear him speak; Matrons Aung Gloves,
Ladies and Maids their Scarfs and Handkerchiefs,
Upon him, as he pass’d; the Nobles bended
As to Jove's Statue, and the Commons made
A Shower and Thunder, with their Caps and Shouts :
I never saw the like.

Bru. Let's to the Capitol,
And carry with us Ears and Eyes for th' time,
But Hearts for the Event.
Sic. Have with you.

[Exeunt.
Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as in the Capitol.
1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here; how many stand
for Consulships?

2 Off. Three, they say; but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.

1 Of.

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1. Of. That's a brave Fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the Common People.

2. Of. 'Faith, there have been many great Men that have flatter'd the People, who ne'er lov'd them, and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore; so that if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a Ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love, or hate him, manifests the true Knowledge he has in their Disposition, and out of his noble Carelessness lets chem plainly see'r.

1. Of. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently, 'wixe doing them neither Good, nor Harm: Bat he seeks their Hate with greater Devotion, than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their Opposite. Now to seem to affect the Malice and Displeasure of the People, is as bad as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.

2. Of. He hath deserv'd worthily of his Country: And his Ascent is not by fuch easie Degrees as those, who have been supple and courteous to the People, Bonnetted, without any further Deed, to have them at all into their Estimation and Report: But he hath so planted his Honours in their Eyes, and his A&ions in their Hearts, that for their Tongues to be filent, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful Injury; to report otherwise, were a Malice, that giving it self the Lie, would pluck Reproof and Rebuke from ev'ry Ear that heard it.

1. Of. No more of him, he is a worthy Man: Make way, they are coming. A Sonnet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the Peo

ple, Li&tors before them; Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius the Consul: Sicinius and Brutus take their Places by themselves.

Men. Having determinid of the Volscies,
And to fend for Titus Lartius; it remains,
As the main Point of this our after-meeting,
To gratifie his noble Service, that hath
Thus stood for his country. Therefore, please you,
Moft Reverend and Grave Elders, to desire
The present Consul, and last General,
• Vol. IV.

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In our well-found Successes, to report
A little of that worthy Work perform'd
By Caius Martius Coriolanus; whom
We met here, both to thank, and to remember
With Honours like himself,

I Sen. Speak, good Cominius :
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Ruher our State's defe&ive for Requital,
Than we to stretch it out. Masters oth’ People,
We do request your kindest Ear, and after,
Your loving Motion toward the common Body,
To yield what passes here.

Sic. We are convented upon à pleasing Treaty, and have Hearts inclinable to Honour, and advance the Theam of our Assembly.

Brs. Which the rather we shall be blest to do, if he re, member a kinder Value of the People, than he hath hither. to priz'd them at.

Men. That's off, that's off: I would you rather had been filent: Please you to hear Coninius speak

Bru. Most willingly: But yet my Caution was more per tinent than the Rebuke you give it.

Men. He loves your People, but tye him not to be their Bedfellow: Worthy Cominius, speak.

[Coriolanus rises, and offers to go away. Nay, keep your place.

i Sen. Sir Coriolanus, never shame to hear What you have nobly done.

Cor. Your Honour's Pardon:
I had rather have my Wounds to heal again,
Than hear say how I got them.

Bru. Sir, I hope my Words dis-bench'd you not?

Cor. No, Sir; yet oft,
When Blows have made me stay, I fled from Words,
You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: But your People,
I love them as they weigh

1'en. Pray now, sit down.

Cor. I had rather have one scratch my Head i'th' Sur, When the Alarum were struck, than idly fit To hcar my Nothings monster'd [Exit Coriolanus.

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Me. Masters of the People,
Your multiplying Spawn how can he fatter,
That's thousand to one good one? when you now see
He had rather venture all his Limbs for Honour,
Than one of's Ears to hear it. Proceed, Cominius.

Com. I shall lack Voice: The Deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
That Valour is the chiefest Virtue, and
Most dignifies the Haver: If it be,
The Man I speak of cannot in the World
Be fingly counter-pois’d. Ac sixteen Years,
When Tarquin made a Head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the Mark of others: Our then Dictator,
Whom with all Praise I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian Chin he drove
The bristled Lips before him: He bestrid
An o'er-prelt Roman, and i'th' Conful's view
Slew three Opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on his Kee: In that Day's Feats,
When he might ađ the Woman in the Scene,
He prov'd best Man i'ch' Field, and for his Meed
Was Brow-bound with the Oak. His Pupil-age
Man-enter'd thus, he waited like a Sca,
And in the Brunt of seventeen Battels since,
He lurcht all Swords o'th' Garland. For this last,
Before, and in Coriolus, let me say
I cannot speak him home: He stopt the Fliers,
And by his rare Example, made the Coward
Turn Terror into Sport: As Waves before
A Vessel under Sail, lo Men obey'd,
And fell below his Stem: His Sword (Death's Stamp)
Where it did mark, it took from Face to Foot:
He was a thing of Blood, whose every Motion
Was trimm'd with dying Cries: Alone he entred
The mortal Gate o'th' City, which he painted
With shunless Defamy: Aidless came off,
And with a sudden Re-enforcement struck
Coriolus, like a Planet. Nor all's this;
For by and by the Din of War 'gan pierce
His ready Sense, when streight his doubled Spirit
Requicki'd what in Flesh was fatigate,

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And to the Battel came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the Lives of Men, as if
'T' were a perpetual Spoil; and 'till we call'd
Bith Field and City ours, he never stood
To ease bis 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,
And look'd upon things precious, as they were
The common Muck o'ch' World: He covets less
Than Misery it self would give, rewards his Deeds
With doing them, and is content
To spend his Time to end it.

Men. He's right Noble, let him be called for.
Sen, Call Coriolanus.
Of. He doth appear.

Enter Coriolanus.
Men, The Senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd to make thee
Consul.

Cor. I do owe them ftill my Life, and Services.

Men. It then remains that you do speak to the People. . Cor. I do beseech you, Let me o'erleap that Custom; for I cannot Put on the Gown, stand naked, and entreat them For my Wounds sake, to give their Suffrages : Please you that I may pass this doing.

Sic. Sir, the People must have their Voices,
Neither will they Bate one jot of Ceremony.

Men. Put them not to't:
Pray you go fit you to the Custom,
And take to you, as your Predecessors have,
Your Honour with your Form.

Cor. It is a Part that I shall blush in A&ing,
And might well be taken from the People.

Bru. Mark you that.

Cor. To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus,
Shew them th' unaking Scars, which I would hide,
As if I had receiv'd them for the Hire
Of their Breath only.

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