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But was a petty Servant to the State,
He was your Enemy, ever (pake against
Your Liberties, and the Charters that

you

bear
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.

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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.

[Exeunt Plebeians.

Brs.

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.

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ACT III. SCENE I.

SCENE Rome.
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.
Cor. How!

-what!
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.

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Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
To oppose his Hatred fully. Welcome home.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Behold,' these are the Tribunes of the People,
The Tongues o'th'Common Mouth, I do despise them :
For they do prank them in Authority,
Against all noble Sufferance.

Sic. Pals no further.
Cor. Hah!- what is that!
Bru. It will be dangerous to go on-No further.
Cor. What makes this Change?
Men. The Matter?
Com. Hath he not pass’d the Nobles, and the Commons?
Bru. Cominius, no,
Cor. Have I had Childrens Voices?
Sen. Tribunes, give way; he shall to th’ Market place.
Bru. The People are incens'd against him.
Sic. Stop, or all will fall in Broil.

Cor. Are these your Herd?
Mult these have Voices, that can yield them now,
And straight disclaim their Tongues? What are your Offices?
You being their Mouths, why rule you not their Teech?
Have you not fet them on?

Men. Be calm, be calm.

Car. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by Plot,
To curb the Will of the Nobility:
Suffer't, and live with such as cannot Rule,
Nor ever will be ruled.

Bru. Call't not a Plot:
The People cry you mock'd them; and of late,
When Corn was given them, gratis, you repin'd,
Scandal'd the Suppliants for the People, called them
Time-pleasers, Flatterers, Foes to Nobleness.

Cor. Why this was known before.
Bru. Not to them all.
Cor. Have you inform’d them sithences
Brw. How! I inform them!
Com. You are like to do such Bufiness.
Brn. Not unlike, each way, to better yours.
Cor, Why then should I be Conful By yond Clouds

Let

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Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
Your fellow Tribune.

Sic. You shew too much of that,
For which the People ftir; if you will pass
To where you are bound, you must enquire your way,
Which you are out of, with a gentler Spirit,
Or never be so Noble as a Consul,
Nor yoak with him for Tribune.

Men. Lei's be calm.

Com. The People are abus’d, set on; this paltring
Becomes not Rome : Nor has Coriolanus
Deserv'd this so dishonour'd Rub, laid fallly
I'th' plain way of his Merit.

Cor. Tell me of Corn! this was my Speech,
And I will speak't again

Men. Not now, not now.
Sen. Not in this Heat, Sir, now.

Cor. Now, as I live, I will-
My Nobler Friends, I crave their Pardons;
For the mutable rank-scented Many,
Let them regard me, as I do not flatter,
And therein behold themselves: I say again,
In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our Senate
The Cockle of Rebellion, Insolence, Sedition,
Which we our selves have plow'd for, sow'd and scatter'd,
By mingling them with us, the honour'd Number,
Who lack not Virtue, no, nor Power, but that
Which they have given to Beggars.

Men. Well, no more-
Sen. No more Words, we beseech you-

Cor. How !o more!
As for my Country I have shed my Blood,
Not fearing outward force ; so shall my Lungs
Coin Words 'till their decay, against those Measles
Which we disdain should Tetter us, yet feek
The very way to catch them.

Bru. You speak o'th' People, as if you were a God
To punish, not a Man of their Infirmity.

Sic. 'Twere well, we let the People know't.
Men, What, what! his Choler

Cor.

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