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1 Cit. You have received many Wounds for your Country.
ir Cor. I will not seal your Knowledge with sewing them. I will make much of your Voices, and fo trouble yoù no further.
Bosh. The Gods give you Joy, Sir, heartily." [Exeunt.
Cor. Most sweet Voices
Better it is to die, better to starve,
Than crave the Hire, which first we do deserve.
Why in this Woolvilh Gown should I stand here, :
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needless Voucher ? Custom calls me to'
What Custom wills in all things, should we do't?
The Dust on antique Time would lye unswept;
And mountainous Error be too highly beapi,
For Truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,
Let the high Office and the Honour go,
To one that would do thus. I am half through,
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.
Enter three Citizens more,
Here come more Voices.
Your Voices For your Voices I'have fought,
Watch'd for your Voices; for your Voices, bear
Of Wounds, two dozen and odd : Battels, thrice fix
I have seen, and heard of: For your Voices,
Have done many things, some less, some more :
Your Voices: For indeed I would be Conful.
i Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go
any honest Man's Voice.
2 Cit. Therefore let him be Consul: The Gods give him Joy, and make him a good friend to the People,
All Amen, Amen. God save thee, Noble Consul.[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.
Remains, that in th' Official Marks invested,
You anon do meet the Senate.
Cor. Is this done?
Sic. The Custom of Request you have discharg'd: The People do admit you, and are summond
To meet anon upon your Approbation.
Cor. Where? at the Senate houle?
Sic. There, Coriolanus,
Cor. May I change thele Garmerits?
Sic. You may, Sir.
Cor. That I'll strait do: And knowing my self again, Repair to th' Senate House.
Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along?
. Bru. We stay here for the People. :
[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 dismiss the People ?
Enter the Plebeians. Sic. How now, my Masters, have you chose this Man? i Cit. He has our Voices, Sir. Bru. We pray the Gods he may deserve 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 fouted us down-right. i Cit. No, 'tis his kind of Speech, he did not mock us.
a Cit. Not one amongst us, save your self, but says
He us’d us scornfully: He fou'd have fhew'd us
His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiv'd for's Country.
Sic. Why so he did, I am sure.
Al. No, no, no Man faw 'em.
3 Cit. He said he had Wounds,
Which he could shew in private :
And with his Hat, thus waving it in Scorn,
I would be Consul, says he: Aged Custom,
by your Voices, will not so permit me ;
Your Voices therefore: When we granted that,
Here was--- I thank you for your Voices --- thank you---
Your most sweet Voices--- Now you have left your
Voices, I have nothing further with you. Was not this Mockery?
Sic. Why, either were you ignorant to see't?
Or seeing it of such childish Friendliness,
To yield your Voices?
Bru. Could you not have told him,
As you were lesson'd; when he had no Power,
But was a petty Servant to the State,
He was your Enemy, ever (pake against
Your Liberties, and the Charters that
l'th' Body of the Weal: And now arriving
At place of Potency, and fway o'ch' State,
If he should still malignantly remain
Fast Foe to th' Plebeians, your Voices might
Be Curses to your selyes. You should have said,
That as his worthy Deeds did claim no less
Than what he stood for; so his gracious Nature
Would think upon you for your Voices, and
Translate his Malice towards you, into Love,
Standing your friendly Lord.
Sic. Thus to have said,
As you were fore-advis’d, had touch'd his Spirit,
And try'd his Inclinacion ; from him pluckt,
Either his gracious Promise, which you might,
As cause had calid you up, have held him to ;
Or else it would have gallid his furly Nature ;
Which easily endures not Article,
Tying him to ought; so putting him to Rage,
You should have ta'en th' advantage of his Choler,
And pafs'd him unelected.
Bru. Did you perceive,
He did sollicit you in free Contempt,
When he did need your Loves? And do you think
That his contempt shall not be bruising to you,
When he hath power to crush? Why had your Bodies
No Heart among you ? Or had you Tongues, to cry
Against the Rectorship of Judgment?
Sic. Have you, e'er now, deny'd the Asker :
And, now again of him that did not ask, but mock,
Bestow your su’d-for Tongues?
3 Cit. He's not confirm’d, we may deny him yet.
2 Cit. And will deny him :
I'll have five hundred Voices of that Sound.
i Cit. Ay,twice five hundred, and their Friends to piece 'em.
Bru. Get you hence instantly, and tell those Friends,
They have chose a Consul 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 so.
Sic. Let them assemble; and on a safer Judgment,
All revoke your ignorant Ele&ion: Enforce his Pride,
And his old Hate unto you; besides, forget not,
With what Contempt he wore the humble Weed,
How in his Suit he scorn'd you : But your Loves,
Thinking upon his Services, took from you
Th' Apprehension of his prelent portance.
Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After the inveterate Hate he bears you.
Bru. Lay a fault on us, your Tribunes,
That we labour'd (no impediment between)
But that you must cast your Ele&ion on him.
Sic. Say, you chose him, more after our Commandment, Than as guided by your own true Affe&tions, and that Your Minds, pre-occupied with what you rather must do, Than what you should, made you against the grain To Voice him Consul. Lay the fault on us.
Bru. Ay, spare us not : Say, we read Le&ures to you,
How youngly he began to serve bis Country,
How long continued, and what Stock he springs of,
The Noble House o'th' Martians; from whence came
That Ancus Martius, Numa's Daughter's Son,
Who after great Hoftilius here was King:
Of the same House Publius and Quintus were,
That our best Water brought by Conduits hither,
And, nobly namid Martius, so, twice being Censor,
Was his great Ancestor.
Sic. One thus descended,
That hath beside well in his Person wrought,
To be set high in Place, we did commend
To your remembrances; but you have found,
Scaling his present bearing with his past,
That he's your fixed Enemy, and revoke
Your sudden Approbation.
Bru. Say, you ne'er had don't,
(Harp on that still) but by our putting on;
And presently, when you have drawn your Number,
Repair to th'Capitol.
All. We will so; almost all repent in their Ele&tion.
Bru. Let them go on :
This Mutiny were better put in hazard,
Than stay past doubt for greater:
If, as his Nature is, he fall in rage
With their refusal, both observe and answer
The vantage of his anger.
Sic. To th' Capitol, come:
We will be there before the stream o'th' People:
And this shall seem, as partly 'cis, their own,
Which we have goaded onward.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Cornets. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Titus
Lartius, and other Senators.
Cor. vllus Aufidius then had made new Head?
Lart. He had, my Lord, and that it was which caus'd
Our swifter Composition.
Cor. So then the Volscies stand but as at first, Ready when time shall prompt them, to make Road Upon's again.
Com. They are worn, Lord Consul, so, That we shall hardly in our Ages see Their Banners wave again.
Cor. Saw you Aufidius?
Lart. On safe-guard he came to me, and did curse
Against the Volscies, for they had so vilely
Yielded the Town; he is retired to Antium.
Cor. Spoke he of me?
Lart. He did, my Lord.
Lart. How often he had met you Sword to Sword:
That of all things upon the Earth he hated
Your Person molt: That he would pawn his Fortunes
To hopless Restitution, so he might
Be call’d your Vanquisher.
Cor. At Antism lives he?
Lart. At Antium.