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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

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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Men. Do not stand upon't:
We recommend to you, Tribunes of the People,
Our purpose to them, and to our noble Consul
With we all Joy and Honour.
Sen. To Coriolanus come all Joy and Honour.

[Flourish Cornets. Then Exeunt.
Manent Sicinius and Brutus.
Bru. You see how he intends to use the People.

Sic. May they perceive's Intent: He will require them As if he did contemn, what he requested, Should be in them to give.

Bru, Come, we'll inform them of our proceedings here on th' Market-place, I know they do attend us.

[Exeunt. Enter feven or eight Citizens. i Cit. Once if he do require our Voices, we ought not to deny him.

2 Cit. We may, Sir, if we will. 13. 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 shew us his Wounds, and tell us his Deeds, we are to put our Tongues into those Wounds, and speak for them: So, if he tells us his noble Deeds, we must also tell him of our noble Acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous, and for the Multitude to be ingrateful, were to make a Monster of the Multitude; of the which, we being Members, should bring our selves 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 callid fo of many, not that our Heads are some Brown, some Black, fome Auburn, some Bald; but that our Wits are so diversy Colour’d; and truly, I think, if all our Wits were to issue out of one Scull, they would flye East, West, North, South, and their Consent of one direa Way, would be at once to a!l Points oih' Compass.

2 Cit. Think you so? Which Way do you judge my Wit would flye?

3 Cit.


3 Cit. Nay, your Wit will not so foon out as another Man's will, 'tis strongly wedg’d up in a Block-head: But if it were at Liberty, 'twould sure 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 lake, to help to get thee a Wife.

2 Cit. You are never without your Tricks, 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 of Humility, 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 ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to make his requests by Particulars, where every one of us has a single Honour, in giving him our own Voices with our own Tongues: therefore follow me, and I'll direå you how you shall go by him. All. Content, content.

Exeunt. Men. Oh, Sir, you are not right; have you not known The worthiest Men have done't?

Cor. What must I say, I pray, Sir?
Plague upon', I cannot bring
My Tongue to such a pace. Look, Sirmy Wounds-

got them in my country's Service, when Some certain of your Brethren roar'd, and ran From the noise of our own Drums.

Men. Oh me the Gods! you must not speak of that,
You must desire them to think upon you.

Cor. Think upon me? Hang 'em.
I wou'd they wou'd forget me, like the Virtues
Which our Divines lose by 'em.

Men. You'll mar all.
I'll leave you : Pray you speak to 'em, I pray you,
La wholesome manner.

Enter two of the Citizens.
Cor. Bid them wash their Faces,
And keep their Teeth clean --- So, here comes a brace:
You know the Caule, Sirs, of my standing here.

I Cit. We do, Sir; tell us what hath brought you to't.
Cor. Mine own Defert.

2 Cit. Your own Desert ?
Cor. Ay, not mine own Desire.
i Cit. How, not your own Desire ?.

Cor. No, Sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the Poor with Begging. . 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' Consulship? I Cit. The Price is, to ask it kindly.

Cor. Kindly, Sir, I pray let me ha't : I have Wounds to New 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. 2 Cit. And 'twere to give again :

But 'tis no matter.

[Exeunt. Enter two other Citizens. Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your Voices, that I may be Consul, I have here the customary Gown.

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 estimation of them, ’tis a condition they account gentle : And fince the wisdom of their Choice, is rather to have my Hat, than my Heart, I will pra&ise the infinuating Nod,and be off to them most counterfeitly ; that is, Sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular Man, and give it bountiful to the desireis: Therefore, beseech



be Consul. 2 Cit. We hope to find you our Friend ; and therefore give you our Voices heartily.

1 Cit. You


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