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By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom
Sic. We are convented
Bru. Which the rather
Men. That's off, that's off;
Men. He loves your people;
[CORIOLANUS rises, and offers to go away,
Cor. Your honours' pardon ;
370 Bru. Sir, I hope, My words disbench'd you not ?
Cor. No, sir : yet oft, When blows have made me stay, I fled from words. You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not : But, your
Men. Pray now, sit down.
381 Your nultiplying spawn how can he flatter (That's thousand to one good one), when you now
see, He had rather venture all his limbs for honour, Than one of his ears to hear it?-Proceed, Comi
nius. Com. I shall lack voice : the deeds of Coriolanus Should not be utter'd feebly.--It is held, That valour is the chiefest virtue, and Most dignifies the haver: if it be, The man I speak of cannot in the world
390 Be singly counterpois'd. At sixteen years, When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought Beyond the mark of others : our then dictator,
Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
'Twere a perpetual spoil : and, 'till we callid
Men. Worthy man!
i Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the honours Which we devise him. Com. Our spoils he kick'd at ;
430 And look'd upon things precious, as they were The common muck o'the world : he covets less Than misery itself would give ; rewards His deeds with doing them; and is content To spend his time, to end it.
Men. He's right noble ; Let him be call'd for.
i Sen. Call Coriolanus. Off. He doth appear.
Men. The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd To make thee consul.
Cor. I do owe them still My life, and services.
Men. It then remains, That you
do speak to the people. Cor. I do beseech you, Let me o'er-leap that custom ; for I cannot Put on the gown, stand naked, and entreat them, For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage : please
you, That I may pass this doing.
Sic. Sir, the people
Men. Put them not to't :
Cor. It is a part
Bru. Mark you that ?
Cor. To brag unto them-Thus I did, and thus ! Shew them the unaching scars, which I should hide, As if I had receiv'd them for the hire Of their breath only.
Men. Do not stand upon't. We recommend to you, tribunes of the people, Our purpose to them ;-and to our noble consul Wish we all joy and honour. Sen. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! 470
[Flourish Cornets. Then Exeunt.
Manent SICINIUS, and BRUTUS.
Bru. You see how he intends to use the people.