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Act II. Scene III.

Scene III.—The Same. The Forum.

Enter several Citizens.

First Cit. Once, if he do require our voices,
we ought not to deny him.
Sec. Cit. We may, sir, if we will.
Third Cit. 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.
First Cit. And to make us no better thought
of, a little help will serve; for once we stood up
about the corn, he himself stuck not to call us
the many-headed multitude.
Third Cit. We have been called so of many;
not that our heads are some brown, some black,
some abram, some bald, but that our wits are
so diversely coloured: 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.
Sec. Cit. Think you so? Which way do you
judge my wit would fly?
Third Cit. Nay, your wit will not so soon out
as another man's will; 'tis strongly wedged up in
a block-head; but if it were at liberty, 'twould,
sure, southward.
Sec. Cit. Why that way?
Third 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.
Sec. Cit. You are never without your tricks:
you may, you may.
Third 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.

Re-enter CORIOLANUS, in a gown of humility,
and MENENIUS.
Here he comes, and in a 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 how you shall go by him.
All. Content, content. [Exeunt Citizens.
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 'em.
Men. You'll mar all:
I'll leave you. Pray you, speak to 'em, I pray
you,
In wholesome manner.
Cor. Bid them wash their faces,
And keep their teeth clean. [Exit MENENIUS.
So, here comes a brace.

Re-enter two Citizens.
You know the cause, sir, of my standing here?
First Cit. We do, sir; tell us what hath
brought you to't.
Cor. Mine own desert
Sec. Cit. Your own desert!
Cor. Ay, not mine own desire.
First Cit. How! not your own desire?
Cor. No, sir, 'twas never my desire yet to
trouble the poor with begging.
First 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
consulship?
First Cit. The price is, 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 voice, sir; what say you?
Sec. Cit. You shall ha't, worthy sir.
Cor. A match, sir. There is in all two worthy
voices begged. I have your alms: adieu.
First Cit. But this is something odd.
Sec. Cit. An 'twere to give again,—but 'tis no
matter. [Exeunt the two Citizens.

Re-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.
Third Cit. You have deserved nobly of your
country, and you have not deserved nobly.
Cor. Your enigma?
Third 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 vir-
tuous that I have not been common in my love.
I will, sir, flatter my sworn brother the people,
to earn a dearer estimation of them; 'tis a con-
dition they account gentle: and since the wisdom
of their choice is rather to have my hat than
my heart, I will practise the insinuating 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
desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be
consul no
Fourth Cit. We hope to find you our friend,
and therefore give you our voices heartily.
Third Cit. You have received many wounds
for your country.
Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with
showing them. I will make much of your voices,
and so trouble you no further.
Both Cit. 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 woolvish toge should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:
What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heap'd
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.
Here come more voices.

Re-enter three other Citizens.
Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
Watch'd for your voices; for your voices bear
Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six
I have seen and heard of; for your voices have
Done many things, some less, some more; your
voices:
Indeed, I would be consul.
Fifth Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go
without any honest man's voice.
Sixth Cit. Therefore let him be consul. The
gods give him joy, and make him good friend to
the people!
All. Amen, amen.
God save thee, noble consul! [Exeunt Citizens.
Cor. Worthy voices!

Re-enter MENENIUS, with BRUTUS and SICINIUS.
Men. You have stood your limitation; and
the tribunes
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 dis-
charg'd:
The people do admit you, and are summon'd
To meet anon, upon your approbation.
Cor. Where? at the senate-house?
Sic. There, Coriolanus.
Cor. May I change these garments?
Sic. You may, sir.
Cor. That I'll straight do; and, knowing my-
self again,
Repair to the senate-house.
Men. I'll keep you company. Will you
along?
Bru. We stay here for the people.
Sic. Fare you well.
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and MENENIUS.
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?

Re-enter Citizens.
Sic. How now, my masters! have you chose
this man?
First Cit. He has our voices, sir.
Bru. We pray the gods he may deserve your
love.
Sec. Cit. Amen, sir. To my poor unworthy
notice,
He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.
Third Cit. Certainly,
He flouted us downright.
First Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech; he did
not mock us.
Sec. Cit. Not one amongst us, save yourself,
but says
He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us
His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for 's
country.
Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.
All. No, no; no man saw 'em.
Third Cit. He said he had wounds, which he
could show in private;
And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,
'I would be consul,' says he: 'aged custom,
But 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 no 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,
But was a petty servant to the state,
He was your enemy, ever spake against
Your liberties and the charters that you bear
I' the body of the weal; and now, arriving
A place of potency and sway o' the state,
If he should still malignantly remain
Fast foe to the plebeii, your voices might
Be curses to yourselves? You should have said
That as his worthy deeds did claim no less
Than what he stood for, so his gracious nature
Would think upon you for your voices and
Translate Ins malice towards you into love,
Standing your friendly lord.
Sic. Thus to have said,
As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his spirit
And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd
Either his gracious promise, which you might,
As cause had called you up, have held him to;
Or else it would have gall'd his surly nature,
Which easily endures not article
Tying him to aught; so, putting him to rage,
You should have ta'en the advantage of his
choler,
And pass'd him unelected.
Bru. Did you perceive
He did solicit you in free contempt
When he did need your loves, and do you think
That his contempt shall not be bruising to you
When he hath power to crush? Why, had
your bodies
No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry
Against the rectorship of judgment?
Sic. Have you
Ere now denied the asker? and now again
Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow
Your sued-for tongues?
Third Cit. He's not confirm'd; we may deny
him yet.
Sec. Cit. And will deny him:
I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.
First Cit. Ay, twice five hundred and their
friends to piece 'em.
Bru. Get you hence instantly, and tell those
friends,
They have chose a consul that will from them
take
Their liberties; make them of no more voice
Than dogs that are as often beat for barking
As therefore kept to do so.
Sic. Let them assemble;
And, on a safer judgment, all revoke
Your ignorant election. Enforce his pride,
And his old hate unto you; besides, forget not
With what contempt he wore the humble weed;
How in his suit he scorn'd you; but your loves,
Thinking upon his services, took from you
The apprehension of his present portance,
Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After the inveterate hate he bears you.
Bru. Lay
A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured,—
No impediment between,—but that you must
Cast your election on him.
Sic. Say, you chose him
More after our commandment than as guided
By your own true affections; and that, your
minds,
Pre-occupied with what you rather must do
Than what you should, made you against the
grain
To voice him consul: lay the fault on us.
Bru. Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures
to you,
How youngly he began to serve his country,
How long continued, and what stock he springs
of,
The noble house o' the Marcians, from whence
came
That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's son,
Who, after great Hostilius, here was king;
Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,
That our best water brought by conduits hither;
And Censorinus, that was so surnamed,—
And nobly nam'd so, twice being censor,—
Was his great ancestor.
Sic. One thus descended,
That hath beside well in his person wrought
To be set high in place, we did commend
To your remembrances: but you have found,
Scaling his present bearing with his past,
That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke
Your sudden approbation.
Bru. Say you ne'er had done 't—
Harp on that still—but by our putting on;
And presently, when you have drawn your
number,
Repair to the Capitol.
All. We will so; almost all
Repent in their election. [Exeunt Citizens.
Bru. Let them go on;
This mutiny were better put in hazard
Than stay, past doubt, for greater.
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage
With their refusal, both observe and answer
The vantage of his anger.
Sic. To the Capitol:
Come, we'll be there before the stream o' the
people;
And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,
Which we have goaded onward. [Exeunt.
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