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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? 1 Cit. The Price is, to ask it kindly.

Cor. Kindly, Sir, I pray let me ha't : I have Wounds to shew 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, Alatter 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 you


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

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1 Cit. You have received many Wounds for your Country.

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. :
Sic. Farewell

[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,


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