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say, if he would incline to the people, there was never a worthier man.
Enter CORIOLANUS and MENENTUS.
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 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. Men. O sir, you are not right: have you not
known The worthiest men have done it? Cor.
What must I say?-
O me, the gods!
Think upon me? Hang 'em! I would they would forget me, like the virtues Which our divines lose by them." Men.
You'll mar all;
* I would they would forget me, like the virtues
Which our divines lose by them.] i.e. I wish they 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.
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. i 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. i Cit.
How! not your own desire?
į 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 consul
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? 2 Cit.
You shall have it, worthy sir.
But this is something odd. 2 Cit. An'twere to give again,-But 'tis no matter.
[Exeunt Two Citizens.
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.
3 Cit. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.
Cor. Your enigina?
3 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 virtuous, 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 condition 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.
4 Cit. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily.
3 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 !
I will not seal your knowledge -] I will not strengthen or complete your knowledge. The seal is that which gives authenticity to a writing
Better it is to die, better to starve,
Enter Three other Citizens.
Here come more voices, -
5 Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice.
6 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.
Re-enter MenenIUS, with BrutUS, and Sicinius.
Is this done?
Cor. Where? at the senate-house?
You may, sir. Cor. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself
again, Repair to the senate-house. Men. I'll keep you company.-Will
you along? Bru. We stay here for the people. Sic.
you well. [Exeunt Coriol. and Menen. He has it now; and by his looks, methinks, 'Tis warm at his heart. Bru.
With a proud heart he wore His humble weeds: Will you dismiss the people?
Sic. How now, my masters ? have you chose this
man? i Cit. He has our voices, sir. Bru. We pray the gods, he may deserve
your loves. 2 Cit. Amen, sir: To my poor unworthy notice, He inock'd us, when he begg'd our voices. 3 Cit.
Certainly, He flouted us down-right. i Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not
mock us. 2 Cit. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says, He us'd us scornfully: he should have show'd us His marks of merit, wounds receiv’d for his country.
Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.