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Actus Secundus.



[Scene I.]


Enter Menenius with the two Tribunes of the

people, Sicinius & Brutus.

Men.
The Agurer tels me, wee ſhall haue Newes to
night.

Bru.
Good or bad?

Men.
Not according to the prayer of the people, for
they loue not Martius.

Sicin.
Nature teaches Beaſts to know their Friends.

Men.
Pray you, who does the Wolfe loue?

Sicin.
The Lambe.

Men.
I, to deuour him, as the hungry Plebeians would
the Noble Martius.

Bru.
He's a Lambe indeed, that baes like a Beare.

Men.
Hee's a Beare indeede, that liues like a Lambe.
You two are old men, tell me one thing that I ſhall aske
you.

Both.
Well ſir.

Men.
In what enormity is Martius poore in, that you
two haue not in abundance?

Bru.
He's poore in no one fault, but ſtor'd withall.

Sicin.
Eſpecially in Pride.

Bru.
And topping all others in boaſting.

Men.
This is ſtrange now: Do you two know, how
you are cenſured heere in the City, I mean of vs a'th'right
hand File, do you?

Both.
Why? ho ware we cenſur'd?

Men.
Becauſe you talke of Pride now, will you not
be angry.

Both.
Well, well ſir, well.

Men.
Why 'tis no great matter: for a very little theefe
of Occaſion, will rob you of a great deale of Patience:
Giue your diſpoſitions the reines, and bee angry at your
pleaſures (at the leaſt) if you take it as a pleaſure to you, in
being ſo: you blame Martius for being proud.

Brut.
We do it not alone, ſir.

Men.
I know you can doe very little alone, for your
helpes are many, or elſe your actions would growe won-
drous ſingle: your abilities are to Infant-like, for dooing
much alone. You talke of Pride: Oh, that you could turn
your eyes toward the Napes of your neckes, and make
but an Interiour ſuruey of your good ſelues. Oh that you
could.

Both.
What then ſir?

Men.
Why then you ſhould diſcouer a brace of vn-
meriting, proud, violent, teſtie Magiſtrates (alias Fooles)
as any in Rome.

Sicin.
Menenius, you are knowne well enough too.

Men.
I am knowne to be a humorous Patritian, and
one that loues a cup of hot Wine, with not a drop of alay-
ing Tiber in't: Said, to be ſomething imperfect in fauou-
ring the firſt complaint, haſty and Tinder-like vppon, to
triuiall motion: One, that conuerfes more with the But-
tocke of the night, then with the forhead of the morning.
What I think, I vtter, and ſpend my malice in my breath.
Meeting two ſuch Weales men as you are (I cannot call
you Licurguſſes, if the drinke you giue me, touch my Pa-
lat aduerſly, I make a crooked face at it, I can ſay, your
Worſhippes haue deliuer'd the matter well, when I finde
the Aſſe in compound, with the Maior part of your ſylla-
bles. And though I muſt be content to beare with thoſe,
that ſay you are reuerend graue men, yet they lye deadly,
that tell you haue good faces, if you ſee this in the Map
of my Microcoſme, followes it that I am knowne well e-
nough too? What harme can your beeſome Conſpectui-
ties gleane out of this Charracter, if I be knowne well e-
nough too.

Bru.
Come ſir come, we know you well enough.

Menen.
You know neither mee, your ſelues, nor any
thing: you are ambitious, for poore knaues cappes and
legges: you weare out a good wholeſome Forenoone, in
hearing a cauſe betweene an Orendge wife, and a Forſet-
ſeller, and then reiourne the Controuerſie of three-pence
to a ſecond day of Audience. When you are hearing a
matter betweene party and party, if you chaunce to bee
pinch'd with the Collicke, you make faces like Mum-
mers, ſet vp the bloodie Flagge againſt all Patience, and
in roaring for a Chamber-pot, diſmiſſe the Controuerſie
bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the
peace you make in their Cauſe, is calling both the parties
Knaues. You are a payre of ſtrange ones.

Bru.
Come, come, you are well vnderſtood to bee a
perfecter gyber for the Table, then a neceſſary Bencher in
the Capitoll.

Men.
Our very Prieſts muſt become Mockers, if they
ſhall encounter ſuch ridiculous Subiects as you are, when
you ſpeake beſt vnto the purpoſe. It is not woorth the
wagging of your Beards, and your Beards deſerue not ſo
honourable a graue, as to ſtuſſe a Botchers Cuſhion, or to
be intomb'd in an Aſſes Packe-ſaddle; yet you muſt bee
ſaying, Martius is proud: who in a cheape eſtimation, is
worth all your predeceſſors, ſince Deucalion, though per-
aduenture ſome of the beſt of 'em were hereditarie hang-
men. Godden to your Worſhips, more of your conuer-
ſation would infect my Braine, being the Heardſmen of
the Beaſtly Plebeans. I will be bold to take my leaue of
you.
Bru. and Scic. Aſide.
Enter Volumina, Virgilia, and Valeria.
How now (my as faire as Noble) Ladyes, and the Moone
were ſhee Earthly, no Nobler; whither doe you follow
your Eyes ſo faſt?

Volum.
Honorable Menenius, my Boy Martius appro-
ches: for the loue of Iuno let's goe.

Menen.
Ha? Martius comming home?

Volum.
I, worthy Menenius, and with moſt proſperous
approbation.

Menen.
Take my Cappe Iupiter, and I thanke thee:
hoo, Martius comming home?

2. Ladies.
Nay, 'tis true.

Volum.
Looke, here's a Letter from him, the State hath
another, his Wife another, and (I thinke) there's one at
home for you.

Menen.
I will make my very houſe reele to night:
A Letter for me?

Virgil.
Yes certaine, there's a Letter for you, I ſaw't.

Menen.
A Letter for me? it giues me an Eſtate of ſe-
uen yeeres health; in which time, I will make a Lippe at
the Phyſician: The moſt ſoueraigne Preſcription in Galen,
is but Emperickqutique; and to this Preſeruatiue, of no
better report then a Horſe-drench. Is he not wounded?
he was wont to come home wounded?

Virgil.
Oh no, no, no.

Volum.
Oh, he is wounded, I thanke the Gods for't.

Menen.
So doe I too, if it be not too much: brings a
Victorie in his Pocket? the wounds become him.

Volum.
On's Browes: Menenius, hee comes the third
time home with the Oaken Garland.

Menen.
Ha's he diſciplin'd Auffidius ſoundly?

Volum.
Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
Auffidius got off.

Menen.
And 'twas time for him too, Ile warrant him
that: and he had ſtay'd by him, I would not haue been ſo
fiddious'd, for all the Cheſts in Carioles, and the Gold
that's in them. Is the Senate poſſeſt of this?

Volum.
Good Ladies let's goe. Yes, yes, yes: The
Senate ha's Letters from the Generall, wherein hee giues
my Sonne the whole Name of the Warre: he hath in this
action out-done his former deeds doubly.

Valer.
In troth, there's wondrous things ſpoke of him.

Menen.
Wondrous: I, I warrant you, and not with-
out his true purchaſing.

Virgil.
The Gods graunt them true.

Volum.
True? pow waw.

Mene.
True? Ile be ſworne they are true: where is
hee wounded, God ſaue your good Worſhips? Martius
is comming home: hee ha's more cauſe to be prowd:
where is he wounded?

Volum.
Ith'Shoulder, and ith'left Arme: there will be
large Cicatrices to ſhew the People, when hee ſhall ſtand
for his place: he receiued in the repulſe of Tarquin ſeuen
hurts ith' Body.

Mene.
One ith'Neck, and two ith'Thigh, there's nine
that I know.

Volum.
Hee had, before this laſt Expedition, twentie
fiue Wounds vpon him.

Mene.
Now it's twentie ſeuen; euery gaſh was an
Enemies Graue. Hearke, the Trumpets.
A ſhowt, and flouriſh.

Volum.
Theſe are the Vſhers of Martius:
Before him, hee carryes Noyſe;
And behinde him, hee leaues Teares:
Death, that darke Spirit, in's neruie Arme doth lye,
Which being aduanc'd, declines, and then men dye.
A Sennet. Trumpets ſound.
Enter Cominius the Generall, and Titus Latius: be-
tweene them Coriolanus, crown'd with an Oaken
Garland, with Captaines and Soul-
diers, and a Herauld.

Herauld.
Know Rome, that all alone Martius did fight
Within Corioles Gates: where he hath wonne,
With Fame, a Name to Martius Caius:
Theſe in honor followes Martius Caius Coriolanus.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.
Sound. Flouriſh.

All.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.

Coriol.
No more of this, it does offend my heart: pray
now no more.

Com.
Looke, Sir, your Mother.

Coriol.
Oh! you haue, I know, petition'd all the Gods
for my proſperitie. Kneeles.

Volum.
Nay, my good Souldier, vp:
My gentle Martius, worthy Caius,
And by deed-atchieuing Honor newly nam'd,
What is it (Coriolanus) muſt I call thee?
But oh, thy Wife.

Corio.
My gracious ſilence, hayle:
Would'ſt thou haue laugh'd, had I come Coffin'd home,
That weep'ſt to ſee me triumph? Ah my deare,
Such eyes the Widowes in Carioles were,
And Mothers that lacke Sonnes.

Mene.
Now the Gods Crowne thee.

Com.
And liue you yet? Oh my ſweet Lady, pardon.

Volum.
I know not where to turne.
Oh welcome home: and welcome Generall,
And y'are welcome all.

Mene.
A hundred thouſand Welcomes:
I could weepe, and I could laugh,
I am light, and heauie; welcome:
A Curſe begin at very root on's heart,
That is not glad to ſee thee.
Yon are three, that Rome ſhould dote on:
Yet by the faith of men, we haue
Some old Crab-trees here at home,
That will not be grafted to your Ralliſh.
Yet welcome Warriors:
Wee call a Nettle, but a Nettle;
And the faults of fooles, but folly.

Com.
Euer right.

Cor.
Menenius, euer, euer.

Herauld.
Giue way there, and goe on.

Cor.
Your Hand, and yours?
Ere in our owne houſe I doe ſhade my Head,
The good Patricians muſt be viſited,
From whom I haue receiu'd not onely greetings,
But with them, change of Honors.

Volum.
I haue liued,
To ſee inherited my very Wiſhes,
And the Buildings of my Fancie:
Onely there's one thing wanting,
Which (I doubt not) but our Rome
Will caſt vpon thee.

Cor.
Know, good Mother,
I had rather be their ſeruant in my way,
Then ſway with them in theirs.

Com.
On, to the Capitall. Flouriſh. Cornets.
Exeunt in State, as before.
Enter Brutus and Scicinius.

Bru.
All tongues ſpeake of him, and the bleared ſights
Are ſpectacled to ſee him. Your pratling Nurſe
Into a rapture lets her Baby crie,
While ſhe chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pinnes
Her richeſt Lockram 'bout her reechie necke,
Clambring the Walls to eye him:
Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are ſmother'd vp,
Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors'd
With variable Complexions; all agreeing
In earneſtneſſe to ſee him: ſeld-ſhowne Flamins
Doe preſſe among the popular Throngs, and puffe
To winne a vulgar ſtation: our veyl'd Dames
Commit the Warre of White and Damaske
In their nicely gawded Cheekes, toth' wanton ſpoyle
Of Phœbus burning Kiſſes: ſuch a poother,
As if that whatſoeuer God, who leades him,
Were ſlyly crept into his humane powers,
And gaue him gracefull poſture.

Scicin.
On the ſuddaine, I warrant him Conſull.

Brutus.
Then our Office may, during his power, goe
ſleepe.

Scicin.
He cannot temp'rately tranſport his Honors,
From where he ſhould begin, and end, but will
Loſe thoſe he hath wonne.

Brutus.
In that there's comfort.

Scici.
Doubt not,
The Commoners, for whom we ſtand, but they
Vpon their ancient mallice, will forget
With the leaſt cauſe, theſe his new Honors,
Which that he will giue them, make l as little queſtion,
As he is prowd to doo't.

Brutus.
I heard him ſweare,
Were he to ſtand for Conſull, neuer would he
Appeare i'th'Market place, nor on him put
The Naples Veſture of Humilitie,
Nor ſhewing (as the manner is) his Wounds
Toth'People, begge their ſtinking Breaths.

Scicin.
'Tis right.

Brutus.
It was his word:
Oh he would miſſe it, rather then carry it,
But by the ſuite of the Gentry to him,
And the deſire of the Nobles.

Scicin.
I wiſh no better, then haue him hold that pur-
poſe, and to put it in execution.

Brutus.
'Tis moſt like he will.

Scicin.
It ſhall be to him then, as our good wills; a
fure deſtruction.

Brutus.
So it muſt fall out
To him, or our Authorities, for an end.
We muſt ſuggeſt the People, in what hatred
He ſtill hath held them: that to's power he would
Haue made them Mules, ſilenc'd their Pleaders,
And diſpropertied their Freedomes; holding them,
In humane Action, and Capacitie,
Of no more Soule, nor fitneſſe for the World,
Then Cammels in their Warre, who haue their Prouand
Onely for bearing Burthens, and ſore blowes
For ſinking vnder them.

Scicin.
This (as you ſay) ſuggeſted,
At ſome time, when his ſoaring Inſolence
Shall teach the People, which time ſhall not want,
If he be put vpon't, and that's as eaſie,
As to ſet Dogges on Sheepe, will be his fire
To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze
Shall darken him for euer.
Enter a Meſſenger.

Brutus.
What's the matter?

Meſſ.
You are ſent for to the Capitoll:
'Tis thought, that Martius ſhall be Conſull:
I haue ſeene the dumbe men throng to ſee him,
And the blind to heare him ſpeak: Matrons flong Gloues,
Ladies and Maids their Scarffes, and Handkerchers,
Vpon him as he paſs'd: the Nobles bended
As to Ioues Statue, and the Commons made
A Shower, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Showts:
I neuer ſaw the like.

Brutus.
Let's to the Capitoll,
And carry with vs Eares and Eyes for th'time,
But Hearts for the euent.

Scicin.
Haue with you. Exeunt.


[Scene II.]


Enter two Officers, to lay Cuſhions, as it were,

in the Capitoll.

1. Off.
Come, come, they are almoſt here: how many
ſtand for Conſulſhips?

2. Off.
Three, they ſay: but 'tis thought of euery one,
Coriolanus will carry it.

1. Off.
That's a braue fellow: but hee's vengeance
prowd, and loues not the common people.

2. Off.
'Faith, there hath beene many great men that
haue flatter'd the people, who ne're loued them; and there
be many that they haue loued, they know not wherefore:
ſo that if they loue they know not why, they hate vpon
no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neyther to
care whether they loue, or hate him, manifeſts the true
knowledge he ha's in their diſpoſition, and out of his No-
ble careleſneſſe lets them plainely ſee't.

1. Off.
If he did not care whether he had their loue, or
no, hee waued indifferently, 'twixt doing them neyther
good, nor harme: but hee ſeekes their hate with greater
deuotion, then they can render it him; and leaues nothing
vndone, that may fully diſcouer him their oppoſite. Now
to ſeeme to affect the mallice and diſpleaſure of the Peo-
ple, is as bad, as that which he diſlikes, to flatter them for
their loue.

2. Off.
Hee hath deſerued worthily of his Countrey,
and his aſſent is not by ſuch eaſie degrees as thoſe, who
hauing beene ſupple and courteous to the People, Bon-
netted, without any further deed, to haue them at all into
their eſtimation, and report: but hee hath ſo planted his
Honors in their Eyes, and his actions in their Hearts, that
for their Tongues to be ſilent, and not confeſſe ſo much,
were a kinde of ingratefull Iniurie: to report otherwiſe,
were a Mallice, that giuing it ſelfe the Lye, would plucke
reproofe and rebuke from euery Eare that heard it.

1. Off.
No more of him, hee's a worthy man: make
way, they are comming.
A Sennet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of
the People, Lictors before them: Coriolanus, Mene-
nius, Cominius the Conſul: Scicinius and Brutus
take their places by themſelues: Corio-
lanus ſtands.

Menen.
Hauing determin'd of the Volces,
And to ſend for Titus Lartius: it remaines,
As the maine Point of this our after-meeting,
To gratifie his Noble ſeruice, that hath
Thus ſtood for his Countrey. Therefore pleaſe you,
Moſt reuerend and graue Elders, to deſire
The preſent Conſull, and laſt Generall,
In our well-found Succeſſes, to report
A little of that worthy Worke, perform'd
By Martius Caius Coriolanus: whom
We met here, both to thanke, and to remember,
With Honors like himſelfe.

1. Sen.
Speake, good Cominius:
Leaue nothing out for length, and make vs thinke
Rather our ſtates defectiue for requitall,
Then we to ſtretch it out. Maſters a'th'People,
We doe requeſt your kindeſt eares: and after
Your louing motion toward the common Body,
To yeeld what paſſes here.

Scicin.
We are conuented vpon a pleaſing Treatie, and
haue hearts inclinable to honor and aduance the Theame
of our Aſſembly.

Brutus.
Which the rather wee ſhall be bleſt to doe, if
he remember a kinder value of the People, then he hath
hereto priz'd them at.

Menen.
That's off, that's off: I would you rather had
been ſilent: Pleaſe you to heare Cominius ſpeake?

Brutus.
Moſt willingly: but yet my Caution was
more pertinent then the rebuke you giue it.

Menen.
He loues your People, but tye him not to be
their Bed-fellow: Worthie Cominius ſpeake.
Coriolanus riſes, and offers to goe away.
Nay, keepe your place.

Senat.
Sit Coriolanus: neuer ſhame to heare
What you haue Nobly done.

Coriol.
Your Honors pardon:
I had rather haue my Wounds to heale againe,
Then heare ſay how I got them.

Brutus.
Sir, I hope my words dis-bench'd you not?

Coriol.
No Sir: yet oft,
When blowes haue made me ſtay, I fled from words.
You ſooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your People,
I loue them as they weigh—

Menen.
Pray now ſit downe.

Corio.
I had rather haue one ſcratch my Head i'th'Sun,
When the Alarum were ſtrucke, then idly ſit
To heare my Nothings monſter'd. Exit Coriolanus

Menen.
Maſters of the People,
Your multiplying Spawne, how can he flatter?
That's thouſand to one good one, when you now ſee
He had rather venture all his Limbes for Honor,
Then on ones Eares to heare it. Proceed Cominius.

Com.
I ſhall lacke voyce: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be vtter'd feebly: it is held,
That Valour is the chiefeſt Vertue,
And moſt dignifies the hauer: if it be,
The man I ſpeake of, cannot in the World
Be ſingly counter-poys'd. At ſixteene yeeres,
When Tarquin made a Head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the marke of others: our then Dictator,
Whom with all prayſe I point at, ſaw him fight,
When with his Amazonian Shinne he droue
The brizled Lippes before him: he beſtrid
An o're-preſt Roman, and i'th'Conſuls view
Slew three Oppoſers: Tarquins ſelfe he met,
And ſtrucke him on his Knee: in that dayes feates,
When he might act the Woman in the Scene,
He prou'd beſt man i'th'field, and for his meed
Was Brow-bound with the Oake. His Pupill age
Man-entred thus, he waxed like a Sea,
And in the brunt of ſeuenteene Battailes ſince,
He lurcht all Swords of the Garland: for this laſt,
Before, and in Corioles, let me ſay
I cannot ſpeake him home: he ſtopt the flyers,
And by his rare example made the Coward
Turne terror into ſport: as Weeds before
A Veſſell vnder ſayle, ſo men obey'd,
And fell below his Stem: his Sword, Deaths ſtampe,
Where it did marke, it tooke from face to foot:
He was a thing of Blood, whoſe euery motion
Was tim'd with dying Cryes: alone he entred
The mortall Gate of th'Citie, which he painted
With ſhunleſſe deſtinie: aydeleſſe came off,
And with a ſudden re-inforcement ſtrucke
Carioles like a Planet: now all's his,
When by and by the dinne of Warre gan pierce
His readie ſence: then ſtraight his doubled ſpirit
Requickned what in fleſh was fatigate,
And to the Battaile came he, where he did
Runne reeking o're the liues of men, as if'twere
A perpetuall ſpoyle: and till we call'd
Both Field and Citie ours, he neuer ſtood
To eaſe his Breſt with panting.

Menen.
Worthy man.

Senat.
He cannot but with meaſure fit the Honors
which we deuiſe him.

Com.
Our ſpoyles he kickt at,
And look'd vpon things precious, as they were
The common Muck of the World: he couets leſſe
Then Miſerie it ſelfe would giue, rewards his deeds
With doing them, and is content
To ſpend the time, to end it.

Menen.
Hee's right Noble, let him be call'd for.

Senat.
Call Coriolanus.

Off.
He doth appeare.
Enter Coriolanus.

Menen.
The Senate, Coriolanus, are well pleas'd to make
thee Conſull.

Corio.
I doe owe them ſtill my Life, and Seruices.

Menen.
It then remaines, that you doe ſpeake to the
People.

Corio.
I doe beſeech you,
Let me o're-leape that cuſtome: for I cannot
Put on the Gowne, ſtand naked, and entreat them
For my Wounds ſake, to giue their ſufferage:
Pleaſe you that I may paſſe this doing.

Scicin.
Sir, the People muſt haue their Voyces,
Neyther will they bate one iot of Ceremonie.

Menen.
Put them not too't:
Pray you goe fit you to the Cuſtome,
And take to you, as your Predeceſſors haue,
Your Honor with your forme.

Corio.
It is a part that I ſhall bluſh in acting,
And might well be taken from the People.

Brutus.
Marke you that.

Corio.
To brag vnto them, thus I did, and thus
Shew them th'vnaking Skarres, which I ſhould hide,
As if I had receiu'd them for the hyre
Of their breath onely.

Menen.
Doe not ſtand vpon't:
We recommend to you Tribunes of the People
Our purpoſe to them, and to our Noble Conſull
Wiſh we all Ioy, and Honor.

Senat.
To Coriolanus come all ioy and Honor.
Flouriſh Cornets.
Then Exeunt. Manet Sicinius and Brutus.

Bru.
You ſee how he intends to vſe the people.

Scicin.
May they perceiue's intent: he wil require them
As if he did contemne what he requeſted,
Should be in them to giue.

Bru.
Come, wee'l informe them
Of our proceedings heere on th'Market place,
I know they do attend vs.


[Scene III.]


Enter ſeuen or eight Citizens.

1. Cit.
Once if he do require our voyces, wee ought
not to deny him.

2. Cit.
We may Sir if we will.

3. Cit.
We haue power in our ſelues to do it, but it is
a power that we haue no power to do: For, if hee ſhew vs
his wounds, and tell vs his deeds, we are to put our ton-
gues into thoſe wounds, and ſpeake for them: So if he tel
vs his Noble deeds, we muſt alſo tell him our Noble ac-
ceptance of them. Ingratitude is monſtrous, and for the
multitude to be ingratefull, were to make a Monſter of
the multitude; of the which, we being|members, ſhould
bring our ſelues to be monſtrous members.

1. Cit.
And to make vs no better thought of a little
helpe will ſerue: for once we ſtood vp about the Corne,
he himſelfe ſtucke not to call vs the many-headed Multi-
tude.

3. Cit.
We haue beene call'd ſo of many, not that our
heads are ſome browne, ſome blacke, ſome Abram, ſome
bald; but that our wits are ſo diuerſly Coulord; and true-
ly I thinke, if all our wittes were to iſſue out of one Scull,
they would flye Eaſt, Weſt, North, South, and their con-
ſent of one direct way, ſhould be at once to all the points
a'th Compaſſe.

2. Cit.
Thinke you ſo? Which way do you iudge my
wit would flye.

3. Cit.
Nay your wit will not ſo ſoone out as another
mans will, 'tis ſtrongly wadg'd vp in a blocke-head: but
if it were at liberty, 'twould ſure Southward.

2 Cit.
Why that way?

3 Cit.
To looſe it ſelfe in a Fogge, where being three
parts melted away with rotten Dewes, the fourth would
returne for Conſcience ſake, to helpe to get thee a Wife.

2 Cit.
You are neuer without your trickes, you may,
you may.

3 Cit.
Are you all reſolu'd to giue your voyces? But
that's no matter, the greater part carries it, I ſay. If hee
would incline to the people, there was neuer a worthier
man.
Enter Coriolanus in a gowne of Humility, with
Menenius.
Heere he comes, and in the Gowne of humility, marke
his behauiour: we are not to ſtay altogether, but to come
by him where he ſtands, by ones, by twoes, & by threes.
He's to make his requeſts by particulars, wherein euerie
one of vs ha's a ſingle Honor, in giuing him our own voi-
ces with our owne tongues, therefore follow me, and Ile
direct you how you ſhall go by him.

All.
Content, content.

Men.
Oh Sir, you are not right: haue you not knowne
The worthieſt men haue done't?

Corio.
What muſt I ſay, I pray Sir?
Plague vpon't, I cannot bring
My tougne to ſuch a pace. Looke Sir, my wounds,
I got them in my Countries Seruice, when
Some certaine of your Brethren roar'd, and ranne
From th'noiſe of our owne Drummes.

Menen.
Oh me the Gods, you muſt not ſpeak of that,
You muſt deſire them to thinke vpon you.

Coriol.
Thinke vpon me? Hang 'em,
I would they would forget me, like the Vertues
Which our Diuines loſe by em.

Men.
You'l marre all,
Ile leaue you: Pray you ſpeake to em, I pray you
In wholſome manner. Exit
Enter three of the Citizens.

Corio.
Bid them waſh their Faces,
And keepe their teeth cleane: So, heere comes a brace,
You know the cauſe (Sir) of my ſtanding heere.

3 Cit.
We do Sir, tell vs what hath brought you too't.

Corio.
Mine owne deſert.

2 Cit.
Your owne deſert.

Corio.
I, but mine owne deſire.

3 Cit.
How not your owne deſire?

Corio.
No Sir, 'twas neuer my deſire yet to trouble the
poore with begging.

3 Cit.
You muſt thinke if we giue you any thing, we
hope to gaine by you.

Corio.
Well then I pray, your price a'th'Conſulſhip.

1 Cit.
The price is, to aske it kindly.

Corio.
Kindly ſir, I pray let me ha't: I haue wounds to
ſhew you, which ſhall bee yours in priuate: your good
voice Sir, what ſay you?

2 Cit.
You ſhall ha't worthy Sir.

Corio.
A match Sir, there's in all two worthie voyces
begg'd: I haue your Almes, Adieu.

3 Cit.
But this is ſomething odde.

2 Cit.
And'twere to giue againe: but 'tis no matter.
Exeunt. Enter two other Citizens.

Coriol.
Pray you now, if it may ſtand with the tune
of your voices, that I may bee Conſull, I haue heere the
Cuſtomarie Gowne.
1. You haue deſerued Nobly of your Countrey, and
you haue not deſerued Nobly.

Coriol.
Your Ænigma.
1. You haue bin a ſcourge to her enemies, you haue
bin a Rod to her Friends, you haue not indeede loued the
Common people.

Coriol.
You ſhould account mee the more Vertuous,
that I haue not bin common in my Loue, I will ſir flatter
my ſworne Brother the people to earne a deerer eſtima-
tion of them, 'tis a condition they account gentle: & ſince
the wiſedome of their choice, is rather to haue my Hat,
then my Heart, I will practice the inſinuating nod, and be
off to them moſt counterfetly, that is ſir, I will counter-
fet the bewitchment of ſome popular man, and giue it
bountifull to the deſirers: Therefore beſeech you, I may
be Conſull.
2. Wee hope to finde you our friend: and therefore
giue you our voices heartily.
1. You haue receyued many wounds for your Coun-
trey.

Coriol.
I wil not Seale your knowledge with ſhewing
them. I will make much of your voyces, and ſo trouble
you no farther.

Both.
The Gods giue you ioy Sir heartily.

Coriol.
Moſt ſweet Voyces:
Better it is to dye, better to ſterue,
Then craue the higher, which firſt we do deſeure.
Why in this Wooluiſh tongue ſhould I ſtand heere,
To begge of Hob and Dicke, that does appeere
Their needleſſe Vouches: Cuſtome calls me too't.
What Cuſtome wills in all things, ſhould we doo't?
The Duſt on antique Time would lye vnſwept,
And mountainous Error be too highly heapt,
For Truth to o're-peere. Rather then foole it ſo,
Let the high Office and the Honor go
To one that would doe thus. I am halfe through,
The one part ſuffered, the other will I doe.
Enter three Citizens more.
Heere come moe Voyces.
Your Voyces? for your Voyces I haue fought,
Watcht for your Voyces: for your Voyces, beare
Of Wounds, two dozen odde: Battailes thrice ſix
I haue ſeene, and heard of: for your Voyces,
Haue done many things, ſome leſſe, ſome more:
Your Voyces? Indeed I would be Conſull.

1. Cit.
Hee ha's done Nobly, and cannot goe without
any honeſt mans Voyce.

2. Cit.
Therefore let him be Conſull: the Gods giue
him ioy, and make him good friend to the People.

All.
Amen, Amen. God ſaue thee, Noble Conſull.

Corio.
Worthy Voyces.
Enter Menenius, with Brutus and Scicinius.

Mene.
You haue ſtood your Limitation:
And the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voyce,
Remaines, that in th'Officiall Markes inueſted,
You anon doe meet the Senate.

Corio.
Is this done?

Scicin.
The Cuſtome of Requeſt you haue diſcharg'd:
The People doe admit you, and are ſummon'd
To meet anon, vpon your approbation.

Corio.
Where? at the Senate-houſe?

Scicin.
There, Coriolanus.

Corio.
May I change theſe Garments?

Scicin.
You may, Sir.

Cori.
That Ile ſtraight do: and knowing my ſelfe again,
Repayre toth'Senate-houſe.

Mene.
Ile keepe you company. Will you along?

Brut.
We ſtay here for the People.

Scicin.
Fare you well. Exeunt Coriol. and Mene.
He ha's it now: and by his Lookes, me thinkes,
'Tis warme at's heart.

Brut.
With a prowd heart he wore his humble Weeds:
Will you diſmiſſe the People?
Enter the Plebeians.

Scici.
How now, my Maſters, haue you choſe this man?

1. Cit.
He ha's our Voyces, Sir.

Brut.
We pray the Gods, he may deſerue your loues.

2. Cit.
Amen, Sir: to my poore vnworthy notice,
He mock'd vs, when he begg'd our Voyces.

3. Cit.
Certainely, he flowted vs downe-right.

1. Cit.
No, 'tis his kind of ſpeech, he did not mock vs.

2. Cit.
Not one amongſt vs, ſaue your ſelfe, but ſayes
He vs'd vs ſcornefully: he ſhould haue ſhew'd vs
His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiu'd for's Countrey.

Scicin.
Why ſo he did, I am ſure.

All.
No, no: no man ſaw 'em.

3. Cit.
Hee ſaid hee had Wounds,
Which he could ſhew in priuate:
And with his Hat, thus wauing it in ſcorne,
I would be Conſull, ſayes he: aged Cuſtome,
But by your Voyces, will not ſo permit me.
Your Voyces therefore: when we graunted that,
Here was, I thanke you for your Voyces, thanke you
Your moſt ſweet Voyces: now you haue left your Voyces,
I haue no further with you. Was not this mockerie?

Scicin.
Why eyther were you ignorant to ſee't?
Or ſeeing it, of ſuch Childiſh friendlineſſe,
To yeeld your Voyces?

Brut.
Could you not haue told him,
As you were leſſon'd: When he had no Power,
But was a pettie ſeruant to the State,
He was your Enemie, euer ſpake againſt
Your Liberties, and the Charters that you beare
I'th'Body of the Weale: and now arriuing
A place of Potencie, and ſway o'th'State,
If he ſhould ſtill malignantly remaine
Faſt Foe toth'Plebeij, your Voyces might
Be Curſes to your ſelues. You ſhould haue ſaid,
That as his worthy deeds did clayme no leſſe
Then what he ſtood for: ſo his gracious nature
Would thinke vpon you, for your Voyces,
And tranſlate his Mallice towards you, into Loue,
Standing your friendly Lord.

Scicin.
Thus to haue ſaid,
As you were fore-aduis'd, had toucht his Spirit,
And try'd his Inclination: from him pluckt
Eyther his gracious Promiſe, which you might
As cauſe had call'd you vp, haue held him to;
Or elſe it would haue gall'd his ſurly nature,
Which eaſily endures not Article,
Tying him to ought, ſo putting him to Rage,
You ſhould haue ta'ne th'aduantage of his Choller
And paſs'd him vnelected.

Brut.
Did you perceiue,
He did ſollicite you in free Contempt,
When he did need your Loues: and doe you thinke,
That his Contempt ſhall not be bruſing to you,
When he hath power to cruſh? Why, had your Bodyes
No Heart among you? Or had you Tongues, to cry
Againſt the Rectorſhip of Iudgement?

Scicin.
Haue you, ere now, deny'd the asker:
And now againe, of him that did not aske, but mock,
Beſtow your ſu'd-for Tongues?

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

2. Cit.
And will deny him:
Ile haue fiue hundred Voyces of that ſound.

1. Cit.
I twice fiue hundred, & their friends, to piece 'em.

Brut.
Get you hence inſtantly, and tell thoſe friends,
They haue choſe a Conſull, that will from them take
Their Liberties, make them of no more Voyce
Then Dogges, that are as often beat for barking,
As therefore kept to doe ſo.

Scici.
Let them aſſemble: and on a ſafer Iudgement,
All reuoke your ignorant election: Enforce his Pride,
And his old Hate vnto you: beſides, forget not
With what Contempt he wore the humble Weed,
How in his Suit he ſcorn'd you: but your Loues,
Thinking vpon his Seruices, tooke from you
Th'apprehenſion of his preſent portance,
Which moſt gibingly, vngrauely, he did faſhion
After the inueterate Hate he beares you.

Brut.
Lay a fault on vs, your Tribunes,
That we labour'd (no impediment betweene)
But that you muſt caſt your Election on him.

Scici.
Say you choſe him, more after our commandment,
Then as guided by your owne true affections, and that
Your Minds pre-occupy'd with what you rather muſt do,
Then what you ſhould, made you againſt the graine
To Voyce him Conſull. Lay the fault on vs.

Brut.
I, ſpare vs not: Say, we read Lectures to you,
How youngly he began to ſerue his Countrey,
How long continued, and what ſtock he ſprings of,
The Noble Houſe, o'th'Martians: from whence came
That Ancus Martius, Numaes Daughters Sonne:
Who after great Hoſtilius here was King,
Of the ſame Houſe Publius and Quintus were,
That our beſt Water, brought by Conduits hither,
And Nobly nam'd, ſo twice being Cenſor,
Was his great Anceſtor.

Scicin.
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 haue found,
Skaling his preſent bearing with his paſt,
That hee's your fixed enemie; and reuoke
Your ſuddaine approbation.

Brut.
Say you ne're had don't,
(Harpe on that ſtill) but by our putting on:
And preſently, when you haue drawne your number,
Repaire toth'Capitoll.

All.
We will ſo: almoſt all repent in their election.
Exeunt Plebeians.

Brut.
Let them goe on:
This Mutinie were better put in hazard,
Then ſtay paſt doubt, for greater:
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage
With their refuſall, both obſerue and anſwer
The vantage of his anger.

Scicin.
Toth'Capitoll, come:
We will be there before the ſtreame o'th'People:
And this ſhall ſeeme, as partly 'tis, their owne,
Which we haue goaded on-ward. Exeunt.

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