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Cit. To lose itself in a fog; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience fake, to help to get thee a wife.

2. Cit. You are never without your tricksyou may, you may--

3 Git. Are you all resolved to give your voices? but that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I fay, if he would incline to the people, there was never a worthier man..

Enter CORIOLANUS in a Gown, with MENENIUS, Here he comes, and in the gown of humility; mark his behaviour: we are not to stay altogether, but to come by him where he stands, by one's, by two's, and by three's. He's to make his requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a single honour, in giving him our owri voices with our own tongues : therefore follow me, and I'll direct you

shall
All. Content, content.

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

[known Cor. What must I say? I pray, Sir,---plague upon't, I cannot bring My tongue to such a pace ! look, Sir,---my wounds-I got them in my country's service, when Some certain of our brethren roared, and ran From 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. (21) I would they would forget me, like the virtues (11) I would they would forget me like the virtues

Which our Divinis lose by them] i. c. I wish they

how you

go by him.

Which our divines lofe by 'em.

Men. You'll mar all. I'll leave you : pray you, fpeak to 'em, I pray you, In wholesome manner.

[Exit. Citizens approach. Cor. Bid them wash their faces, And keep their teeth clean.--So, here comes a brace. You know the cause, 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 defire ?

Cor. No, Sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging.

s 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' Coo2 Cit. The price is, to-alk it kindly. [fulfhip?

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 fay you?

2.Cit. You fhall ha’t, worthy Sir.

Cor. A match, Sir; there's in all two worthy voices begged: I have your alms, and adieu.

I-Cit. But this is something odd.

2 Cit. An’twere to give again:- but 'tis no matter,

[Exeunt. Two other Citizens. Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices that I

would forget me, as they do those virtuous precepts which the divines preach up to them; and lose by them,, as it were, by their neglecting the practice.

may be Consul, I have here the customary gown.

i Git. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.

Cór. Your ænigma.

i Cir. You have been a scourge to her enemies; you

have been a rod to her friends; you have not, indeed, loved the common people.

Gor: You should account me the more virtuous, that I have not been common in my love; I will, Sir, flatter my fworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them; ?ris a condition they account gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my cap than my heart, I will practise 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 bountifully to the defirers: therefore, beseech you, I may 'be Consul.

2 Cit. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily.

1 Cit. You have received many wounds for your country.

Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with fhewing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further. Both. The gods give you joy, Sir, heartily !

[Exeunt. со. Most sweet voices Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deferve. Why in this woolvish gown should I stand here, To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear, Their needless voucher? custom calls me to't... What custom wills in all things, should we do't, The dust on antique time would ly unswept,

And mountainous error be too highly heapt,
For truth to o'er-peer.---Rather than fool it fo,
Let the high office and the honour go
The one that would do thus.--I am half through;
The one part suffered, the other will I do.

Three Citizens more.
Here comes more voices.
Your voices---for your voices I have fought,
Watched for your voices : for your voices, bear
Of wounds two dozen and odd: battles thrice fix
I've seen, and heard of: for your voices, have,
Done many things, fome less, some more :---your
Indeed, I would be conful.

(voices :i Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice.

2 Cit. Therefore let him be conful: the gods give vhim 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 SICINTOS.
Men. You've stood your limitation : and the tri-

bunes
Endue you with the people's voice. Remains, ,
That in the official marks invested, you,
Anon do meet the Senate.

Cor. Is this done?

Sic. The custom of request you have discharged :
The people do admit you, and are summoned
To mcet anon, upon your approbation.

Cor. Where? at the Senate-house?
Sic. There, Coriolanus.
Csr. May I change thefe garments ?
Sic. You

may,

Sir..

1

Cor. That I'll straight do: and knowing myself Repair to the Senate-house.

(again, Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along? Bru. We itay here for the people.

Sic. Fare you well. [Exeunt Coriol. and Mən. 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 Plebeians. Sic. How now, my masters, have you chose this

man? 1.Cit. He has our voices, Sir. f [loves ! Bru. We pray the gods he may deerve your

2 Cit. Amen, Sir: to my poor unworthy notice, He mocked us when he begged our voices.

3 Cit. Certainly he flouted us down-right. i lit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not

mock us,

2 Git. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says “ He used us scornfully: he should have thewed us His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.

Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.
All. No, no man saw 'em.

[in private; 3 Cit. He said he'd wounds, which he could thew And with his cap, thus waving it in scorn, I would be consul, says he: aged custom, But by your voices, will not lo 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. Wa’n't this

mockery?
Sic. Why, either were you ignorant to fee't?

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