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First Citizen: The price is to ask it kindly.
CORIOLANUS: 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?
Second Citizen: You shall ha' it, worthy sir.
CORIOLANUS: A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices begged. I have your alms: adieu.
Third Citizen: But this is something odd.
Second Citizen: An 'twere to give again,--but 'tis no matter.
CORIOLANUS: Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown.
Fourth Citizen: You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.
CORIOLANUS: Your enigma?
Fourth Citizen: You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved the common people.
CORIOLANUS: 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 bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.
Fifth Citizen: We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily.
Fourth Citizen: You have received many wounds for your country.
CORIOLANUS: I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.
Both Citizens: The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!
CORIOLANUS: 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 heapt 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. 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.
Sixth Citizen: He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice.
Seventh Citizen: Therefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy, and make him good friend to the people!
All Citizens: Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!
CORIOLANUS: Worthy voices!
MENENIUS: 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.
CORIOLANUS: Is this done?
SICINIUS: The custom of request you have discharged: The people do admit you, and are summon'd To meet anon, upon your approbation.
CORIOLANUS: Where? at the senate-house?
SICINIUS: There, Coriolanus.
CORIOLANUS: May I change these garments?
SICINIUS: You may, sir.
CORIOLANUS: That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again, Repair to the senate-house.
MENENIUS: I'll keep you company. Will you along?
BRUTUS: We stay here for the people.
SICINIUS: Fare you well. He has it now, and by his looks methink 'Tis warm at 's heart.
BRUTUS: With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds. will you dismiss the people?
SICINIUS: How now, my masters! have you chose this man?
First Citizen: He has our voices, sir.
BRUTUS: We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.
Second Citizen: Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.
Third Citizen: Certainly He flouted us downright.
First Citizen: No,'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.
Second Citizen: Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.
SICINIUS: Why, so he did, I am sure.
Citizens: No, no; no man saw 'em.
Third Citizen: 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?
SICINIUS: Why either were you ignorant to see't, Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness To yield your voices?
BRUTUS: 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.
SICINIUS: Thus to have said, As you were fore-advised, had touch'd his spirit And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd Either his gracious promise, which you might, As cause had call'd 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.
BRUTUS: 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?
SICINIUS: Have you Ere now denied the asker? and now again Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow Your sued-for tongues?
Third Citizen: He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet.
Second Citizen: And will deny him: I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.
First Citizen: I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.
BRUTUS: 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.
SICINIUS: 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.
BRUTUS: Lay A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured, No impediment between, but that you must Cast your election on him.
SICINIUS: Say, you chose him More after our commandment than as guided By your own true affections, and that your minds, Preoccupied with what you rather must do Than what you should, made you against the grain To voice him consul: lay the fault on us.
BRUTUS: 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 beat water brought by conduits hither; And Twice being Was his great ancestor.
SICINIUS: 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.
BRUTUS: 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.
BRUTUS: 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.
SICINIUS: To the Capitol, come: We will be there before the stream o' the people; And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own, Which we have goaded onward.
CORIOLANUS: Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
LARTIUS: He had, my lord; and that it was which caused Our swifter composition.
CORIOLANUS: So then the Volsces stand but as at first, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. Upon's again.
COMINIUS: They are worn, lord consul, so, That we shall hardly in our ages see Their banners wave again.
CORIOLANUS: Saw you Aufidius?
LARTIUS: On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.
CORIOLANUS: Spoke he of me?
LARTIUS: He did, my lord.
CORIOLANUS: How? what?
LARTIUS: 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.
CORIOLANUS: At Antium lives he?
LARTIUS: At Antium.
CORIOLANUS: I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. Behold, these are the tribunes of the people, The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them; For they do prank them in authority, Against all noble sufferance.
SICINIUS: Pass no further.
CORIOLANUS: Ha! what is that?
BRUTUS: It will be dangerous to go on: no further.
CORIOLANUS: What makes this change?
MENENIUS: The matter?
COMINIUS: Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
BRUTUS: Cominius, no.
CORIOLANUS: Have I had children's voices?
First Senator: Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
BRUTUS: The people are incensed against him.
SICINIUS: Stop, Or all will fall in broil.
CORIOLANUS: 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?
MENENIUS: Be calm, be calm.
CORIOLANUS: It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility: Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule Nor ever will be ruled.
BRUTUS: Call't not a plot: The people cry you mock'd them, and of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repined; Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
CORIOLANUS: Why, this was known before.
BRUTUS: Not to them all.
CORIOLANUS: Have you inform'd them sithence?
BRUTUS: How! I inform them!
CORIOLANUS: You are like to do such business.
BRUTUS: Not unlike, Each way, to better yours.
CORIOLANUS: Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune.
SICINIUS: You show too much of that For which the people stir: if you will pass To where you are bound, you must inquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit, Or never be so noble as a consul, Nor yoke with him for tribune.
MENENIUS: Let's be calm.
COMINIUS: The people are abused; set on. This paltering Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely I' the plain way of his merit.
CORIOLANUS: Tell me of corn! This was my speech, and I will speak't again--
MENENIUS: Not now, not now.

First Citizen: The price is to ask it kindly.

CORIOLANUS: 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?

Second Citizen: You shall ha' it, worthy sir.

CORIOLANUS: A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices begged. I have your alms: adieu.

Third Citizen: But this is something odd.

Second Citizen: An 'twere to give again,--but 'tis no matter.

CORIOLANUS: Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown.

Fourth Citizen: You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.

CORIOLANUS: Your enigma?

Fourth Citizen: You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved the common people.

CORIOLANUS: 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 bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.

Fifth Citizen: We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily.

Fourth Citizen: You have received many wounds for your country.

CORIOLANUS: I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.

Both Citizens: The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!

CORIOLANUS: 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 heapt 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. 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.

Sixth Citizen: He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice.

Seventh Citizen: Therefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy, and make him good friend to the people!

All Citizens: Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!

CORIOLANUS: Worthy voices!

MENENIUS: 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.

CORIOLANUS: Is this done?

SICINIUS: The custom of request you have discharged: The people do admit you, and are summon'd To meet anon, upon your approbation.

CORIOLANUS: Where? at the senate-house?

SICINIUS: There, Coriolanus.

CORIOLANUS: May I change these garments?

SICINIUS: You may, sir.

CORIOLANUS: That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again, Repair to the senate-house.

MENENIUS: I'll keep you company. Will you along?

BRUTUS: We stay here for the people.

SICINIUS: Fare you well. He has it now, and by his looks methink 'Tis warm at 's heart.

BRUTUS: With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds. will you dismiss the people?

SICINIUS: How now, my masters! have you chose this man?

First Citizen: He has our voices, sir.

BRUTUS: We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.

Second Citizen: Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.

Third Citizen: Certainly He flouted us downright.

First Citizen: No,'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.

Second Citizen: Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.

SICINIUS: Why, so he did, I am sure.

Citizens: No, no; no man saw 'em.

Third Citizen: 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?

SICINIUS: Why either were you ignorant to see't, Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness To yield your voices?

BRUTUS: 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.

SICINIUS: Thus to have said, As you were fore-advised, had touch'd his spirit And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd Either his gracious promise, which you might, As cause had call'd 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.

BRUTUS: 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?

SICINIUS: Have you Ere now denied the asker? and now again Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow Your sued-for tongues?

Third Citizen: He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet.

Second Citizen: And will deny him: I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.

First Citizen: I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.

BRUTUS: 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.

SICINIUS: 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.

BRUTUS: Lay A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured, No impediment between, but that you must Cast your election on him.

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

BRUTUS: 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 beat water brought by conduits hither; And Twice being Was his great ancestor.

SICINIUS: 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.

BRUTUS: 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.

BRUTUS: 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.

SICINIUS: To the Capitol, come: We will be there before the stream o' the people; And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own, Which we have goaded onward.

CORIOLANUS: Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?

LARTIUS: He had, my lord; and that it was which caused Our swifter composition.

CORIOLANUS: So then the Volsces stand but as at first, Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road. Upon's again.

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

CORIOLANUS: Saw you Aufidius?

LARTIUS: On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.

CORIOLANUS: Spoke he of me?

LARTIUS: He did, my lord.

CORIOLANUS: How? what?

LARTIUS: 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.

CORIOLANUS: At Antium lives he?

LARTIUS: At Antium.

CORIOLANUS: I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. Behold, these are the tribunes of the people, The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them; For they do prank them in authority, Against all noble sufferance.

SICINIUS: Pass no further.

CORIOLANUS: Ha! what is that?

BRUTUS: It will be dangerous to go on: no further.

CORIOLANUS: What makes this change?

MENENIUS: The matter?

COMINIUS: Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?

BRUTUS: Cominius, no.

CORIOLANUS: Have I had children's voices?

First Senator: Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.

BRUTUS: The people are incensed against him.

SICINIUS: Stop, Or all will fall in broil.

CORIOLANUS: 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?

MENENIUS: Be calm, be calm.

CORIOLANUS: It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot, To curb the will of the nobility: Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule Nor ever will be ruled.

BRUTUS: Call't not a plot: The people cry you mock'd them, and of late, When corn was given them gratis, you repined; Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.

CORIOLANUS: Why, this was known before.

BRUTUS: Not to them all.

CORIOLANUS: Have you inform'd them sithence?

BRUTUS: How! I inform them!

CORIOLANUS: You are like to do such business.

BRUTUS: Not unlike, Each way, to better yours.

CORIOLANUS: Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune.

SICINIUS: You show too much of that For which the people stir: if you will pass To where you are bound, you must inquire your way, Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit, Or never be so noble as a consul, Nor yoke with him for tribune.

MENENIUS: Let's be calm.

COMINIUS: The people are abused; set on. This paltering Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely I' the plain way of his merit.

CORIOLANUS: Tell me of corn! This was my speech, and I will speak't again--

MENENIUS: Not now, not now.