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Your most sweet voices :—now you have left your

voices, I have no further with you :

-Was pot this mockery? Sic. Why, either, you were 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 his 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 try'd his inclination; from him pluck'd
Either bis gracious promise, which you might,
As cause had call'd you up, have held him to;
Or else it would have gall'd his surely 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.

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

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No heart among you? Or had you tongues, to cry
Against the rectorship of judgement?

Ere now, deny'd the asker? and pow again,
On him, that did not ask, but mock, bestow
Your su'd.for tongues?

3 Cit. He's not confirm'd, we may deny him yet.

2 Cit. And will deny him: I'll have five hundred voices of that sonnd. 1 Cit. I twice five bundred, 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 judgement, all revoke
Your ignorant election: Enforce* bis 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 portancet,
Which gibingły, ungravely he did fashion
After the inveterate hate he bears you.
Bru. .

A fault on us, your tribunes; that we labour'd
(No impediment between) but that you must
Cast your election on him.

Say, you chose him
More after our commandment, than as guided
By your own true affections: and that, your minds
Prt-occupy'd with what you rather must do
Than what you should, made you against the grain
To voice him consul: Lay the fault on us.

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Bru. Ay, spare us not. Say, we read lectures to

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 sanie house Publius and Quintus were,
That our best water brought by conduits hither;
And Censorinus, darling of the people,
And nobly nam'd so, being censor twice,
Was his great ancestor.

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.

Say, you ne'er had done't,
(Harp on that still), but by our putting on t:
And presently, when you have drawn your number,
Repair to the Capitol.

We will so: almost all

[Severul speak. Repent in their election.

(Exeunt Citizens. Bru.

Let them go on;
This mutiny were better putin 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.

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 g onward. [Exeunt.

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SCENE I. The same. A street.

Cornets. Entér Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius,

Titus Lartius, Senators, and Patricians.

Cor. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head? Lart. He had, my lord; and that it was, which

caus'd Our swifter composition,

Cor. So then the Volces staud but as at first; Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road Upon us again. Com.

They are worn, lord consul, so, That we shall hardly in our ages see Their banners wave again. Cor.

Saw you Aufidius? Lart. On safe.guard* he came to me; and did

Against the Volces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town: he is retir'd to Antium.

Cor. Spoke he of me?

He did, my lord.

How? what? Lart. How often he had met you, sword to

sword: That, of all things upon the earth, he hated Your person most: that he would pawn his fortunes To hopeless restitution, so he might Be call'd your vanquisher. Cor.

At Antium lives he? Lart. At Antium.

* With a guard.

Cor. I wish, I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully.--Welcome home.

[To Lartius Enter Sicinius and Brutus.

Behold! these are the tribunes of the people,
The tongues of the common inouth. I do despise

For they do prank* them in authority,
Against all noble sufferance.

Pass no further.
Cor. Ha! what is that?

It will be dangerous to
Go on : no further.

What makes this change? Men.

The matter? Com. Hath he not pass'd the nobles, and the

commons? Bru. Cominius, no. Cor.

Have I had children's voices? 1 Sen. Tribunes, give way; he shall to the mar

ket place. Bru. The people are incens'd against him. Sic.

Stop Or all will fall in broil. Cor.

Are these your herd ?Must these have voices, that can yield them now, And straight disclaim their tongues? - What are

your offices?

You being their mouths, why rule you not their

teeth? Have you not set them on? Men.

Be calm, be calm, Cor. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility :Suffer it, and live with such as cannot rule, Nor ever will be ruld. Bru.

Call't not a plot:

Plume, deck

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