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and spend my malice in my breath. Meeting two such | Men. So do I too, if it be not too much. - Brings

Tha weals-men as you are, (I cannot call you Lycurguses) if a victory in his pocket? - The wounds become him.

Th the drink you give me touch my palate adversely, 1 Vol. On’s brows, Menenius: he comes the third time

We make a crooked face at it. I cannot say, your worships home with the oaken garland. have delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in Men. Das lie disciplined Aufidius soundly?

Be compound with the major part of your syllables : and, Tol. Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, though I must be content to bear with those, that say but Aufidius got off.

The you are reverend grave men; yet they lie deadly, that Men. And it was time for him too, I'll warrant tell, you have good faces. If you see this in the map him that: an he had staid by him, I would not hare of my microcosm, follows it, that I am known well been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli

, and enough too? What harm can your bisson conspectu- the gold that's in them. Is the sepate possessed of this? ities glean out of this character, if I be known Vol. Good ladies, let's go! — Yes, yes, yes : the well enough too? senate has lettres from the general, wherein he

Ere Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in

The Men. You kaow neither me, yourselves, nor any this action outdone his former deeds doubly.

Fri thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and l'al. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

Bat legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, iu Men. Wondrous? Ay, I warrant you, and not withhearing a cause between an orangewife and a fosset-out his true purchasing.

T. seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three- Vir. The gods graat them true! pence to a second day of audience. — When you are Vol. True? how, wow. hearing a matter between party and party, if you Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true. - Where

00 chance to be pinched with the cholic, you make is he wounded? --- God save your good worships! faces like mummers ; set up the bloody flag against [To the Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is

IL all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dis- coming home: hé has more cause to be proud.-miss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled Where is he wounded ? by your hearing: all the peace you make in their Vol. I'the shoulder, and i'the left arm: there will cause, is, calling both the parties knaves. You are be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall a pair of strange ones.

stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a Tarquin, seven hurts i'the body. perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bench- Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh, – er in the Capitol.

there's nine, that I know. Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twentyo they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you live wounds upon him.

Н are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an ene- C not worth the wagging of your beards; and your my’s grave :(-1 shour,and flourish.]Hark! the trumpets

. beards deserve out so honourable a grave, as to stuff Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears ; pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your Which being advanc’d, declines; and then men die predecessors, since Deucalion ; though, peradven- 4 Sennet. Trumpets 'sound. Enter Comisits and ture, some of the best of them were hereditary hang- Titus Lantius; between them, Coriolancs, crowned men. Good e'en to your worships ; more of your con- with an oaken garland; with Captains, Soldiers, versation would infect my brain, being the herds- and a Herald. men of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to take Her, Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight my leave of you.

Within Corioli' gates : where he hath won, (Brutus and Sicinius retire to the back of With fame, a name to Caius Marcius ;

these the scene.

In honour follows, Coriolanus; Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and VÀleria, etc. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! (Flourish. How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, AU, Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do you roilow Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart ; your eyes so fast?

Pray now, no more. Vol.HonourableMenenius,my boyMarcius approach- Com. Look, sir, your mother, es ; for the love of Juno, let's go.

Cor. O!
Men. Ha! Marcius coming home?

You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prospe- For my prosperity.
rous approbation.

Vol. Nay, my good soldier,

up;
Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee: My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
Hoo! Marcius coming home!

By decd-achieving honour newly' nam'd,
Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.

What is it?' Coriolanns, must I call thee?
Vol. Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath But O, thy wife-
another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one

Cor. My gracious silence, hail !
at home for you.

Would'st thou have laugh’d, had I come coffin'd home,
Men. I will make my very house reel to-night:- That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
A letter for me?

Such
eyes

the widows in Corioli wear,
lir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you: I saw it. And mothers that lack sons.
Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate of Men. Now the gods crown thee!
seven years

' kcalth; in which time I will make a lip Cor. And live you yet 2-0 my sweet lads, pardona
at the plıysician: the most sovereign prescription in
Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative, Vol. I know not where to turn:-
of no better report, than a horse-drench. Is he noi And welcome, general! - and you are welcome all
wounded ? he was wont to come home wounded. Men. A hundred thousand welcomes ! I could weep;
Tir. 0, no, no, no!

And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy. Welcome! Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. A carse begin at very root of his heart,

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That is not glad to see thee! – You are three, Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills;
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men, A sure destruction.
We have some old crab-trees here at home, that will Bru. So it must fall out
not

To him, or our authorities. For an end,
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors ! We must suggest the people, in what hatred
We call a nettle, but a nettle; and

He still hath held them: that to his power, he would
The faults of fools, but folly.

Vave made them mules, silenc'd their pleaders, and
Com. Ever right.

Dispropertied their freedoms : holding them,
Cor. Menepius, ever, ever.

In human action and capacity,
Her. Give way there, and go

on !

Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world,
Cor. Your hand, and yours:

Then camels in their war; who have their provand
[To his wife and mother. Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
Ere in our own house I do shade

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head, For sinking uuder them.
The good patricians must be visited;

Sic. This, as you say, suggested
From whom I have receiv'd not only greetings, At some time when his soaring insolence
But with them change of honours.

Shall teach the people, (which time shall not want,
Vol. I have lived

If he be put upon't; and that's as easy,
To see inherited my very wishes,

As to set dogs on sheep,) will be his fire
And the buildings of my fancy : only there To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Is one thing wanting, which I doubt not, but

Shall darken him for ever.
Our Rome will cast upon thee.

Enter a Messenger.
Cor. Know, good mother,

Bru. What's the matter?
I had rather be their servant in my way,

Mes. You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought,
Than sway with them in theirs.

That Marcius shall be consul: I have seen
Com, On, to the Capitol!

The dumb men throng to see him, and the blind
(Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as To hear him speak: the matrons fung their gloves,

before. The Tribunes remain. Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkercniefs, Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared upon him as he pass’d: the nobles bended, sights

As to Jove's statue; and the commons made
Are spectacled to see him. Your prattling nurse A shower, and thunder, with their caps, and shouts ;
Into a rapture lets her baby cry,

I never saw the like.
While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins

Bru. Let's to the Capitol;
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck, And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
av et Clambering the walls to eye him: stails, bulks, win- But hearts for the event.
dows,

Sic, Have with you.

[Exeunt. Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd

SCENE II. The same. The Capitol.
With variable complexions; all agreeing

Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.
In earnestuess to see him: seld-showu flamens 1 off. Come, come, they are almost here. How
Do

press among the popular throngs, and puff many stand for consulships?
To win a vulgar station : our veil'd dames

201. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every Commit the war of white and damask in

one, Coriolanus will carry it. Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil

1 off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother,

proud, and loves not the common people. As if that whatsoever god, who leads him,

2 01: ’Faith, there have been many great men that Were slily crept into his human powers.

have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; And gave him graceful posture.

and there be many that they have loved, they know Sic. On the sudden,

not wherefore: so that, if they love they know not I warrant him consul.

why, they hate upon no better ground: therefore, Bru. Then our office may,

for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or During his power, go sleep.

hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in
Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours their disposition; and, out of his noble carelessness,
From where he should begin, and end; but will let's them plainly see't.
Lose those that he hath won.

101. If he did not care whether he had their love, Bru. In that there's comfort.

or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neiSic. Doubt not, the commoners, for whom we stand, ther good, nor harm; but he seeks their hate with But they, npon their ancient malice, will

greater devotion, than they can render it him; and Forget, with the least cause, these his new honours ; leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him Which that he'll give them, make as little question their opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice As he is prond to do't.

and displeasure of the people, is as bad as that which Bru. I heard him swear,

he dislikes, to flatter them for their love. Were he to stand for consul, never would he

2 off. He hath deserved worthily of his country: Appear i'the market-place, nor on him put, and his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, The napless vesture of humility;

who, having been supple and courteous to the people, Nor showing (as the manner is) his wounds bonnetted, without any further deed to heave them To the people, beg their stinking breaths.

at all into their estimation and report; but he hath Sic. 'Tis right.

so planted his hovours in their eyes, and his actions Bru. It was his word: O, he wonld miss it, rather, in their hearts, that for their tongues to be silent, Than carry it, but by the suit o'the gentry to him, and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful And the desire of the nobles.

injury; to report otherwise, were a malice, that, givSic. I wish po better,

ing itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke Than have him hold that purpose, and to put it from every ear that heard it. lo execution.

1 Off: No more of him; he is a worthy man. Make Bru. 'Tis most like, he will.

way, they are coming.

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Nius the Consul, Menerius, Coniolanus, many other Beyond the mark of others : our then dictator,

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As i Senators, Sicixius, and Brutus. The Senators take Whom with all praise I point at, saw him light,

Oft their places; the Tribunes take theirs also by When with his Amazonian chin he drove themselves. The bristled lips before him: he bestrid

Me

We Men. Having determinid of the Volces, and An o'er-press’d Roman, and i'the consul's view

Our To send for Titus Lartius, it remains, Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,

Wis As the main point of this our after-meeting, And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,

Se To gratify his noble service, that

When he might act the woman in the scene, Hath thus stood for his country: therefore, please le prov'd best man i’the field, and for his Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age

BT you,

Si Most reverend and grave elders, to desire

Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea ;
The present consul, and last general

And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since,
In our well-found successes, to report
He lurch'd all swords o’the garland. For this last,

As

Sho A little of that worthy work perform'd Before and in Corioli, let me say,

B. By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom I cannot speak him home. He stopp'd the fliers;

Of We meet here, both to thank, and to remember And, by his rare example, made the coward

Iki With honours like himself.

Turn terror into sport: as waves before

A vessel under sail, so men obey'd, 1 Sen. Speak, good Cominius:

And fell below his stem: his sword (death's stamp) Leave nothing out for length, and make us think,

Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot Rather our states defective for requital,

He was a thing of blood, whose every motion Than we to stretch it ont. Masters o'the people,

Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd We do request your kindest ears; and, after,

The mortal gate o’the city, which he painted Your loving motion toward the common body, With shunless destiny, aidless came off

, To yield what passes here.

And with a sudden reinforcement struck Sic. We are convented

Corioli, like a planet. Now all's his: Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts

When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce Inclinable to honour and advance

His ready sense: then straight his doubled spirit The theme of our assembly.

Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate, Bru. Which the rather

And to the battle came he; where he did We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember

Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if A kinder value of the people, than

'Twere a perpetual spoil: and, till we call'd He hath hereto priz'd them at.

Both field and city ours, he never stood
Men. That's off, that's off";
To ease his breast with panting.

11 I would you rather had been silent. Please you Men. Worthy man! To hear Cominius speak ?

1 Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the honours Bru. Most willingly:

Which we devise him. But yet my caution was more pertinent,

Com. Our spoils he kick'd at; Than the rebuke you give it.

And look'd upon things precious, as they were Men. He loves your people;

The common muck o'the world. he covets less, But tie him not to be their bedfellow.

Then misery itself would give; rewards Worthy Cominius, speak! - Nay, keep your place! His deeds with doing them; and is content

[Coriolanus rises, and offers to go away. To spend the time, to end it. 1 Sen. Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear Men. He's right noble;

Let him be call'd for.
What you have pobly done.
Cor. Your honours' pardon;

1 Sen, Call for Coriolanus. I had rather have my wounds to heal again,

off. He doth appear. Than hear say how I got them.

Re-enter CORIOLANUS. Bru. Sir, I hope,

Men. The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd My words dis-bench'd

To make thee consul,
Čor. No, sir: yet oft,

Cor. I do owe them still
When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. My life, and services.
You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your

Men. It then remains, people,

That

you do speak to the people. I love them as they weigh.

Cor. I do beseech you,
Men. Pray now, sit down.

Let me o'erleap that custom; for I cannot
Cor. I had rather have one scratch my head i'the sun, Put on the gown, stand naked, and entreat them,
When the alarum were struck, than idly sit For my wounds sake, to give their suffrage: please
To hear my nothings monster’d. (Exit Coriolanus.

you,
Men. Masters o'the people,

That I may pass this doing.
Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter,

Sic. Sir, the people
(That's thousand to one good one,) when you Must have their voices; neither will they bate
now see,

One jot of ceremony.
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, Men. Put them not to't:-
Than one of his ears to hear it? – Proceed, Co- Pray you, go fit you to the custom; and
minius !

Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Com. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus Your honour with your form.
Should not be utter'd feebly, - It is held,

Cor. It is a part
That valour is the chiefest virtue, and

That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,

Be taken from the people.
The man I speak of cannot in the world

Bru. Mark you that?
Be singly counterpois’d. At sixteen years,

Cor. To brag unto them, -Thus I did, and thus;

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Show them the unaking scars, which I should hide, Cor. What mast I say? –
As if I had receiv'd them for the hire

pray, sir, – plagne upon't! I cannot bring
of their breath only:--

My tongue to such a pace:

look, sir; - my Men. Do not stand upon't.

wounds;
We recommend to you, tribunes of the people, I got them in my country's service, when
Our purpose to them; - and to our noble consul Some certain of your brethren roar'd, and ran
Wish we all joy and honour.

From the noise of our own drums.
Sen. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! Men. O me, the gods !

(Flourish. Then exeunt Senators. You must not speak of that; you must desire them Bru. You see how he intends to use the people.

To think upon you.
Sic. May they perceive his intent! He, that will re- Cor. Think upon me? Hang 'em!
quire them,

I would they would forget me, like the virtues
As if he did contemn what he requested

Which our divines lose by them.
Should be in them to give.

Men. You'll mar all ;
Bru. Come, we'll inform them

I'll leave you. Pray you, speak to them, I pray yon, of our proceedings here: on the market-place, In wholesome manner.

(Exit. I know, they do attend us.

[Exeunt.

Enter two Citizens.

Cor. Bid them wash their faces,
SCENE III. The same. The Forum.

And keep their teeth clean. - So, here comes a brace.
Enter several Citizens.

You know the cause, sir, of my standing here.
1 Cit. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought i Cit. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought
not to deny him.
2 Cit. We may, sir, if we will.

Cor. Mine own desert.
g Cit. We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is 2 Cit. Your own desert ?
a power that we have no power to do: for if he show us

Cor. Ay, not
his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our Mine own desire.
tongues into those wounds, and speak for them; so, if i Cit. How! not your own desire ?
he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him our Cor. No, sir :
noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is monstrous : , 'Twas never my desire yet,
and for the multitude to be ingrateful, were to make! To trouble the poor with begging.
a monster of the multitude ; of the which, we being i Cit. You must think, if we give you any thing,
members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous We hope to gain by you.
members.

Cor. Well then, I pray, your price o’the consulship? 1 Cit. And to make us go better thought of, a 1 Cit. The price is, sir, to ask it kindly. little help will serve: for once,

when we stood up Cor. Kindly? about the corn, he himself stuck not to call use the Sir, I pray let me ha't: I have wounds to show you, many-headed multitude.

Which shall be yours in private. Your good voice,
3 Cit. We have been called so of many; not that sir;
our heads are some brown, some black, some auburn, What say you?
some bald, but that our wits are so diversely colour- 2 Cit. You shall have it, worthy sir !
ed: and truly I think, if all our wits were to Cor. A match, sir:
issue out of one skull, they would fly east, west, There is in all two worthy voices begg’d: -
north, south; and their consent of one direct way I have your alms; adieu!
should be at once to all che points o'the compass.

1 Cit. But this is something old.
2 Cia. Think you so ? Which way, do you judge,
my wit would fly?

2 Cit. Ao 'twere to give again, - but 'tis no matter. Š Cit. Nay, your wit will not so soon ont as ano

(Exeunt two Citizens. ther man's will, 'tis strongly wedged up in a block

Enter two other Citizens. head: but if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune southward.

of your voices, that I may be consul, I have here 2 Cit. Why that way?

the customary gown. 8 Cit. To lose itself in a fog; where being three : Cit. You have deserved nobly of your country, parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth and you have not deserved nobly. would return for conscience' sake, to help to get Cor. Your enigma? thee a wife.

3 Cit. You have been a scourge to her enemies, you 2 Cit. You are never without your tricks:— you have been a rod to her friends; you have not, inmay, you may.

deed, loved the common people. 3 Cit. Are you all resolved to give your voices ? Cor. You should account me the more virtuous, But that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I that I have not been common in my love. I will, say, if he would incline to the people, there was sir, flatter my sworn brother the people, to earn a never a worthier man.

dearer estimation of them; 'tis a condition they acEnter CORIOLANUS and Merenius.

count gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice Here he comes, aud in the gown of humility; mark is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will his behaviour. We are not to stay all together, but practise the insinuating nod, and be off to them most to come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the beand by threes. He's to make his requests by parti- witchment of some popular man, and give it bounticulars: wherein every one of us has a single honour, fully to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I in giving him our own voices with our own ton- may be consul. gues : therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how 4 Cit. We hope to find you our friend; and thereyou shall go by him.

fore give you our voices heartily. All. Content, content.

(Exeunt. 3 Cit. You have received many wounds for your Men. O sir, you are not right: have you not known country. The worthiest men have done it?

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show in private; Both Cit. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! And with his hat, thus waving it iu scorn,

[Exeunt. I would be consul, says he: aged custom, Cor. Most sweet voices!

But by your voices, will not so permit me;
Better it is to die, better to starve,

Your voices therefore. When we granted that,
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. Here was, -I thank you for your voices, thank
Why in this woolvish gown should I stand here, you,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,

Your most sweet voices:

you Their needless vouches ? Custom calls me to't:-- voices, What custom wills, in all things should we do't, I have no further with you: was not this mockery ? The dust on antique time would lie unswept, Sic. Why, either, you were ignorant to see't; And mountainous error be too highly heap'd Or, secing it, of such childish friendliness For truth to over-peer. - Rather than fool it so,

To yield your voices?
Let the high office and the honour go

Bru. Could you not have told him,
To one that would do thus. - I anı half through; As you were lesson’d, — when he had no power,
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do. But was a petty servant to the state,
Enter three other Citizens.

He was your enemy; ever spake against
He comes more voices,

Your liberties, and the charters that you

bear Your voices : for your voices I have fought; I’the body of the weal: aud now, arriving Watch'd for your voices: for your voices, bear A place of potency, and sway o'the state, of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six If he should still malignantly remain I have seen, and heard of; for your voices, have Fast foe to the plebeii, your voices might Done many things, someless, some more : your voices : Be curses to yourselves? You should have said, Indeed, I would be consul.

That, as his worthly deeds did claim no less, 5 Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without Than what he stood for; so his gracious nature any honest man's voice.

Would think upon you for your voices, and 6 Cit. Therefore let him be consul. The gods give Translate his malice towards you into love, him joy, and make him good friend to the people! Standing your friendly lord. All. Amen, amen!

Sic. Thus to have said, God save thee, noble consul!

[Exeunt Citizens. As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his spirit, Cor. Worthy voices !

And try'd his inclination ; from him pluck'd Re-enter MENENTUS, with BRUTUS and Sicinius. Either his gracious promise, which you might

, Men. You have stood your limitation; and the As cause had call'd you up, have held him to; tribunes

Or else it would have gali'd his surly nature, Endue you with the people's voice: remains,

Which easily endures uot article That, in the official marks invested, you

Tying him to aught; so, putting him to rage, Anon do meet the senate.

You should have ta’en the advautage of his choler, Cor. Is this done?

As pass'd him unelected. Sic. The custom of request you have discharg’d: Bru. Did you perceive, The people do admit you; and are summond

He did solicit you in free contempt, To meet anon, upon your approbation.

When he did need your loves; and do you think, Cor. Where? at the senate-house?

That his contempt shall not be bruising to you,
Sic. There, Coriolanus.
Cor. May I then change these garments ?

When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies
No heart among you? Or had you tongues,

cry Sic. You may, sir, Cor. That l'il straight do; and, knowing myself Against the rectorship of judgment ?

Šic. Have you,
again,

Ere now, deny'd the asker? and, now again,
Repair to the senate-house.
Men. I'll keep you company. - Will you along?

Ou him, that did not ask, but mock, bestow

Your su'd-for tongues ? Bru. We stay here for the people.

3 Cit. He's not confirm’d, we may deny him jet. Sic. Fare you well! (Exeunt Coriolanus and Menenius.l.2Çit. And will deny him;

I'll have five hundred voices of that sound. He has it now; and by his looks, methinks,

1 Cit. I twice five hundred, and their friends to piece 'Tis warm at his heart.

'em. Bru. With a proud heart he wore His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people?

Bru.Get yon hence instantly; and tell those friends, Re-enter Citizens.

They have chose a consul, that will from them tale Sic. How now, my masters? have you chose this Than dogs, that are as often beat for barking,

Their liberties; make them of no more voice 1 Cit. He has our voices, sir.

As therefore kept to do so. Bru. We pray the gods, he may deserve your loves. Sic. Let them assemble; 2 Cit. Amen, sir! To my poor unworthy notice, And, on a safer judgment, all revoke He mock'd us, when he begg'd our voices. Your ignorant election. Enforce liis pride, 3 Cit. Certainly,

And his old hate unto you: besides, forget not He flouted us downright.

With what contempt he wore the humble weed; 1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not How in his suit he scorn'd

you: bat

your mock us.

Thinking npou his services, took from you 2 Cit. Not one amongst os, save yourself, but

says,

The apprehension of his present portance,
He us'd us scornfully: he should have show'd us Which gibingly, ungravely he did fashion
His marks of merit, wounds received for his country. After the inveterate hate he bears you.
Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.
Cit. No; no man saw 'em. (Several speak. A fault on us, your tribunes ; that we laboard

man?

loves,

Bru. Lay