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His deeds with doing them; and is content
He's right noble;
Call for Coriolanus.
I do owe them still
It then remains,
I do beseech you,
Sir, the people
Put them not to't:-
you to the custom; and Take to you, as your predecessors have, Your honour with
It is a part That I shall blush in acting, and might well Be taken from the people.
Mark you that? Cor. To brag unto them,-Thus I did, and thus;-Show them the unaking scars which I should hide, As if I had receiy'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!
[Flourish. Then Exeunt Senators. Bru. You see how he intends to use the people. Sic. May they perceive 's intent! He will require
Come, we'll inform them
The Same. The Forum.
Enter several Citizens. i Cit. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.
2 Cit. We may, sir, if we will.
3 Cit. 30 We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a power that we have no power to do: for if he
show us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds, and speak for them; so, if he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him 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 ourselves 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 struck not to call us- the many-headed multitude.
3 Cit. We have been callid so of many; not that our heads are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald, but that our wits are so diversly colour'd: and truly I think, if all our wits were to issue out of one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south; and their consent of one direct way should be at once to all the points o' the compass.
2 Cit. Think you so? Which way, do you judge, my wit would fly?
3 Cit. Nay, your wit will not so soon 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 itself-in a fog; where being three parts melted
away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience sake, 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 and 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; wherein every one of us has a single honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues : therefore follow me, and I'll direct you
go by him.
All. Content, content.
[Exeunt. Men. O 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'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 your brethren roar'd, and ran From the noise of our own drums. Men.
O me, the gods! You must not speak of that; you must desire them To think upon you, Cor.
Think upon me? Hang 'em! I would they would forget me, like the virtues Which our divines lose by them.
You'll mar all; I'll leave you: Pray you, speak to them, I pray you, In wholesome manner.
Enter two Citizens.
Bid them wash their faces, And keep their teeth clean.So, here comes a brace. You know the cause, sir, of
my standing here. 1 Cit. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you
to't. Cor. Mine own desert. 2 Cit.
Your own desert? Cor.
Ay, not Mine own desire. 1 Cit.
How! not your own desire:
i Cit. You must think, if we give you any thing, We hope to gain by you. Cor. Well then, I pray, your price o' the con
sulship? i Cit. The price is, sir, to ask it kindly. Cor.
Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to show
you, Which shall be yours in private.--Your good yoice,
sir; What say you?
You shall have it, worthy sir.