ACT II.
Scene I. Rome. A public place.
Enter Menenius, with the two Tribunes of the people, Sicinius, and Brutus.[2784]
Men. The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.[2785]
Bru. Good or bad?
Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for
they love not Marcius.
Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. 5
Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love?[2786]
Sic. The lamb.
Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would
the noble Marcius.
Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. 10
Men. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You
two are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.
Both. Well, sir.
Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you[2787]
two have not in abundance? 15
Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.[2788]
Sic. Especially in pride.[2789]
Bru. And topping all others in boasting.[2790]
Men. This is strange now: do you two know how you
are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the right-hand[2791] 20
file? do you?
Both. Why, how are we censured?[2792]
Men. Because you talk of pride now,—will you not be
angry?
Both. Well, well, sir, well. 25
Men. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of
occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience: give your
dispositions the reins, and be angry at your pleasures; at[2793]
the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you in being so.
You blame Marcius for being proud?[2794] 30
Bru. We do it not alone, sir.
Men. I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous single:
your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone. You
talk of pride: O that you could turn your eyes toward the[2795] 35
napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of
your good selves! O that you could!
Both. What then, sir?[2796]
Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,[2797]
proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as 40
any in Rome.
Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too.
Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one
that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber[2798]
in't; said to be something imperfect in favouring the first[2799][2800] 45
complaint, hasty and tinder-like upon too trivial motion;[2799][2801]
one that converses more with the buttock of the night than
with the forehead of the morning: what I think I utter, and
spend my malice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen
as you are,—I cannot call you Lycurguses—if the drink[2802] 50
you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked
face at it. I can't say your worships have delivered the[2803]
matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major
part of your syllables: and though I must be content to bear
with those that say you are reverend grave men, yet they[2804] 55
lie deadly that tell you you have good faces. If you see this[2805]
in the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known
well enough too? what harm can your bisson conspectuities[2806]
glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too?
Bru. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. 60
Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing.
You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs: you wear
out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between
an orange-wife and a fosset-seller, and then rejourn the controversy[2807]
of three-pence to a second day of audience. When 65
you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you[2808]
chance to be pinched with the colic, you make faces like
mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and,
in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding,[2809]
the more entangled by your hearing: all the peace you 70
make in their cause is, calling both the parties knaves. You
are a pair of strange ones.
Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter
giber for the table than a necessary bencher in the
Capitol. 75
Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they
shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When[2810]
you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging[2810]
of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honourable
a grave as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed 80
in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is[2811]
proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors
since Deucalion; though peradventure some of the
best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to your[2812]
worships: more of your conversation would infect my brain, 85
being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold[2813]
to take my leave of you. [Brutus and Sicinius go aside.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria.[2814]
How now, my as fair as noble ladies,—and the moon, were[2815]
she earthly, no nobler—whither do you follow your eyes so
fast? 90
Vol. Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches;
for the love of Juno, let's go.
Men. Ha! Marcius coming home!
Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
approbation. 95
Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo![2816]
Marcius coming home![2817]
Vir.} Nay, 'tis true.[2818]
Val.}
Vol. Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at home 100
for you.
Men. I will make my very house reel to-night: a letter
for me!
Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw 't.
Men. A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven 105
years' health; in which time I will make a lip at the physician:
the most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic,[2819]
and, to this preservative, of no better report than a
horse-drench. Is he not wounded? he was wont to come
home wounded. 110
Vir. O, no, no, no.
Vol. O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
Men. So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a' victory[2820]
in his pocket? the wounds become him.[2821]
Vol. On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time[2822] 115
home with the oaken garland.
Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?[2823]
Vol. Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
Aufidius got off.
Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: 120
an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so fidiused[2824]
for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is
the senate possessed of this?
Vol. Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate has
letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole 125
name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former
deeds doubly.
Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
Men. Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without
his true purchasing. 130
Vir. The gods grant them true!
Vol. True! pow, wow.[2825]
Men. True! I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he
wounded? [To the Tribunes] God save your good worships![2826][2827]
Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be[2826] 135
proud. Where is he wounded?
Vol. I' the shoulder and i' the left arm: there will be[2828]
large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for
his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin seven
hurts i' the body. 140
Men. One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh; there's nine[2829]
that I know.
Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twenty five[2830]
wounds upon him.
Men. Now it's twenty seven: every gash was an enemy's[2831] 145
grave. [A shout and flourish.] Hark! the trumpets.[2832]
Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him he[2833]
carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:[2833]
Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie;[2834]
Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.[2834] 150
A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter Cominius and Titus Lartius; between them, Coriolanus, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and Soldiers, and a Herald.[2835]
Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight[2836]
Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,[2837]
With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these[2838][2839]
In honour follows Coriolanus.[2839][2840]
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! [Flourish.[2841][2842] 155
All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus![2841]
Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart;[2843]
Pray now, no more.[2843]
Com. Look, sir, your mother![2843]
Cor. O,[2843]
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods[2843]
For my prosperity! [Kneels.[2843]
Vol. Nay, my good soldier, up;[2844] 160
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and[2845]
By deed-achieving honour newly named,—[2845][2846]
What is it?—Coriolanus must I call thee?—
But, O, thy wife!
Cor. My gracious silence, hail![2847]
Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home, 165
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,[2848]
And mothers that lack sons.
Men. Now, the gods crown thee!
Cor. And live you yet? [To Valeria] O my sweet lady, pardon.[2849]
Vol. I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:[2850] 170
And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.[2850][2851]
Men. A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep[2852]
And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome:[2852][2853]
A curse begin at very root on's heart,[2852][2854]
That is not glad to see thee! You are three[2852] 175
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,[2852]
We have some old crab-trees here at home that will not[2852][2855]
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:[2852][2856]
We call a nettle but a nettle, and[2852]
The faults of fools but folly.[2852]
Com. Ever right.[2857] 180
Cor. Menenius, ever, ever.[2857][2858]
Her. Give way there, and go on.
Cor. [To Volumnia and Virgilia] Your hand, and yours:[2859]
Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
The good patricians must be visited;
From whom I have received not only greetings, 185
But with them change of honours.[2860]
Vol. I have lived
To see inherited my very wishes
And the buildings of my fancy: only[2861][2862]
There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but[2861][2863]
Our Rome will cast upon thee.[2861]
Cor. Know, good mother,[2864] 190
I had rather be their servant in my way
Than sway with them in theirs.
Com. On, to the Capitol!
[Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. Brutus and Sicinius come forward.[2865]
Bru. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights[2866]
Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse
Into a rapture lets her baby cry[2867] 195
While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins[2868]
Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,[2869][2870]
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd and ridges horsed[2869]
With variable complexions, all agreeing 200
In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens[2871]
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station: our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in[2872][2873]
Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil[2873] 205
Of Phœbus' burning kisses: such a pother,[2874]
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slily crept into his human powers,[2875]
And gave him graceful posture.[2876]
Sic. On the sudden,[2877]
I warrant him consul.[2877]
Bru. Then our office may,[2877] 210
During his power, go sleep.[2877]
Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honours
From where he should begin and end, but will[2878]
Lose those he hath won.[2879]
Bru. In that there's comfort.
Sic. Doubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they 215
Upon their ancient malice will forget
With the least cause these his new honours; which[2880]
That he will give them make I as little question[2881]
As he is proud to do 't.[2882]
Bru. I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he 220
Appear i' the market-place, nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility,[2883]
Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.
Sic. 'Tis right.
Bru. It was his word: O, he would miss it rather[2884] 225
Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him[2884]
And the desire of the nobles.[2884][2885]
Sic. I wish no better[2886]
Than have him hold that purpose and to put it[2886]
In execution.[2886]
Bru. 'Tis most like he will.
Sic. It shall be to him then, as our good wills,[2887][2888] 230
A sure destruction.[2887]
Bru. So it must fall out
To him or our authorities. For an end,[2889]
We must suggest the people in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to's power he would[2890]
Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and[2891] 235
Dispropertied their freedoms; holding them,[2892]
In human action and capacity,[2892]
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
Than camels in the war, who have their provand[2893]
Only for bearing burthens, and sore blows 240
For sinking under them.
Sic. This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence[2894]
Shall touch the people—which time shall not want,[2895][2896]
If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy
As to set dogs on sheep—will be his fire[2897] 245
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.
Enter a Messenger.
Bru. What's the matter?
Mess. You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought[2898][2899]
That Marcius shall be consul:[2898]
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and[2898] 250
The blind to hear him speak: matrons flung gloves,[2898][2900]
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,[2901]
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts: 255
I never saw the like.
Bru. Let's to the Capitol,
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.
Sic. Have with you. [Exeunt.
Scene II. The same. The Capitol.
Enter two Officers, to lay cushions.[2902]
First Off. Come, come, they are almost here. How
many stand for consulships?
Sec. Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every
one Coriolanus will carry it.
First Off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance 5
proud, and loves not the common people.
Sec. Off. Faith, there have been many great men that
have flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there
be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore: so
that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no 10
better a ground: therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care
whether they love or hate him manifests the true knowledge
he has in their disposition; and out of his noble carelessness
lets them plainly see 't.[2903]
First Off. If he did not care whether he had their love 15
or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good[2904]
nor harm: but he seeks their hate with greater devotion
than they can render it him, and leaves nothing undone
that may fully discover him their opposite. Now, to seem
to affect the malice and displeasure of the people is as bad 20
as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.
Sec. Off. He hath deserved worthily of his country: and
his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who, having[2905]
been supple and courteous to the people, bonneted, without[2906]
any further deed to have them at all into their estimation[2906][2907] 25
and report: but he hath so planted his honours in their
eyes and his actions in their hearts, that for their tongues
to be silent and not confess so much, were a kind of ingrateful
injury; to report otherwise were a malice that,
giving itself the lie, would pluck reproof and rebuke from 30
every ear that heard it.
First Off. No more of him; he's a worthy man: make[2908]
way, they are coming.
A sennet. Enter, with Lictors before them, Cominius the Consul, Menenius, Coriolanus, Senators, Sicinius and Brutus. The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take their place by themselves. Coriolanus stands.[2909]
Men. Having determined of the Volsces and[2910][2911]
To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,[2911] 35
As the main point of this our after-meeting,
To gratify his noble service that[2912]
Hath thus stood for his country: therefore, please you,[2912]
Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general[2913] 40
In our well-found successes, to report[2913]
A little of that worthy work perform'd
By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom[2914]
We met here, both to thank and to remember[2915]
With honours like himself.
First Sen. Speak, good Cominius: 45
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Rather our state's defective for requital[2916]
Than we to stretch it out. [To the Tribunes] Masters o' the people,[2917]
We do request your kindest ears, and after,[2918]
Your loving motion toward the common body, 50
To yield what passes here.[2919][2920]
Sic. We are convented[2920]
Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts[2920][2921]
Inclinable to honour and advance[2920]
The theme of our assembly.[2920][2922]
Bru. Which the rather[2920]
We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember[2920][2923] 55
A kinder value of the people than[2920]
He hath hereto prized them at.[2920][2924]
Men. That's off, that's off;[2920]
I would you rather had been silent. Please you[2920]
To hear Cominius speak?[2920]
Bru. Most willingly:[2920]
But yet my caution was more pertinent[2920] 60
Than the rebuke you give it.[2920][2925]
Men. He loves your people;[2920]
But tie him not to be their bedfellow.[2920]
Worthy Cominius, speak. [Coriolanus offers to go away.][2920][2926]
Nay, keep your place.[2920]
First Sen. Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear[2927]
What you have nobly done.
Cor. Your honours' pardon:[2928] 65
I had rather have my wounds to heal again
Than hear say how I got them.
Bru. Sir, I hope[2929]
My words disbench'd you not.[2929]
Cor. No, sir: yet oft,[2930]
When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but your people,[2931] 70
I love them as they weigh.[2932]
Men. Pray now, sit down.
Cor. I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
When the alarum were struck than idly sit[2933]
To hear my nothings monster'd. [Exit.[2934]
Men. Masters of the people,
Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter—[2935] 75
That's thousand to one good one—when you now see[2936]
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.[2937]
Com. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held[2938] 80
That valour is the chiefest virtue and[2939]
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought 85
Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian chin he drove[2940]
The bristled lips before him: he bestrid[2941]
An o'er-press'd Roman, and i' the consul's view 90
Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age[2942] 95
Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea;[2943]
And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since,
He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,[2944]
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers; 100
And by his rare example made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as weeds before[2945]
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,
And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,[2946]
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot[2947] 105
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion[2947]
Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd[2948]
The mortal gate of the city, which he painted[2949]
With shunless destiny; aidless came off,[2950]
And with a sudden re-enforcement struck 110
Corioli like a planet: now all's his:[2951]
When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce[2952]
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit[2953]
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did 115
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if[2954][2955]
'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd[2954]
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting.[2956]
Men. Worthy man!
First Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the honours[2957][2958][2959] 120
Which we devise him.[2958]
Com. Our spoils he kick'd at,
And look'd upon things precious, as they were
The common muck of the world: he covets less[2960]
Than misery itself would give; rewards[2961][2962]
His deeds with doing them, and is content[2961] 125
To spend the time to end it.[2963]
Men. He's right noble:[2964]
Let him be call'd for.[2964]
First Sen. Call Coriolanus.[2965]
Off. He doth appear.
Re-enter Coriolanus.[2966]
Men. The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased[2967]
To make thee consul.[2967]
Cor. I do owe them still[2967] 130
My life and services.[2967]
Men. It then remains[2967]
That you do speak to the people.[2967]
Cor. I do beseech you,[2968]
Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
Put on the gown, stand naked, and entreat them,
For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you[2969][2970] 135
That I may pass this doing.[2969]
Sic. Sir, the people[2969][2971]
Must have their voices; neither will they bate[2969][2972]
One jot of ceremony.[2969]
Men. Put them not to't:[2969]
Pray you, go fit you to the custom, and[2969][2973]
Take to you, as your predecessors have,[2969][2974] 140
Your honour with your form.[2975]
Cor. It is a part[2976]
That I shall blush in acting, and might well[2976]
Be taken from the people.[2976][2977]
Bru. Mark you that?
Cor. To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;[2978]
Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,[2978][2979] 145
As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only!
Men. Do not stand upon't.
We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,[2980]
Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul[2981]
Wish we all joy and honour. 150
Senators. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
[Flourish of cornets. Exeunt all but Sicinius and Brutus.[2982]
Bru. You see how he intends to use the people.
Sic. May they perceive's intent! He will require them,[2983]
As if he did contemn what he requested
Should be in them to give.
Bru. Come, we'll inform them 155
Of our proceedings here: on the market-place,[2984]
I know, they do attend us. [Exeunt.[2985]
Scene III. The same. The Forum.
Enter seven or eight Citizens.[2986]
First Cit. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought[2987]
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 5
his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues[2988]
into those wounds and speak for them; so, if he tell us his[2989]
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 10
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[2990]
himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.[2991] 15
Third Cit. We have been called so of many; not that
our heads are some brown, some black, some auburn, some[2992]
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[2993]
would fly east, west, north, south, and their consent of one 20
direct way should be at once to all the points o' the compass.[2994]
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[2995] 25
it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.[2996]
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[2997]
for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife. 30
Sec. Cit. You are never without your tricks: you may,
you may.[2998]
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[2999]
incline to the people, there was never a worthier man. 35
Enter Coriolanus in a gown of humility, with Menenius.[3000]
Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his behaviour.
We are not to stay all together, but to come by him[3001]
where he stands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. He's to[3002]
make his requests by particulars; wherein every one of us[3003]
has a single honour, in giving him our own voices with our 40
own tongues: therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how
you shall go by him.
All. Content, content. [Exeunt Citizens.[3004]
Men. O sir, you are not right: have you not known
The worthiest men have done 't?
Cor. What must I say?—[3005] 45
'I pray, sir,'—Plague upon 't! I cannot bring[3005]
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.'[3006]
Men. O me, the gods![3007] 50
You must not speak of that: you must desire them[3007]
To think upon you.[3007]
Cor. Think upon me! hang 'em!
I would they would forget me, like the virtues[3008]
Which our divines lose by 'em.[3008][3009]
Men. You'll mar all:
I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you, 55
In wholesome manner. [Exit.[3010]
Cor. Bid them wash their faces,
And keep their teeth clean. [Re-enter two of the Citizens.]
So, here comes a brace.
Re-enter a third Citizen.[3011]
You know the cause, sir, of my standing here.[3012]
Third Cit. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you[3013]
to 't. 60
Cor. Mine own desert.[3014]
Sec. Cit. Your own desert![3014]
Cor. Ay, but not mine own desire.[3014][3015]
First Cit. How! not your own desire![3014]
Cor. No, sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the[3014] 65
poor with begging.[3014]
Third Cit. You must think, if we give you any thing,[3013][3014]
we hope to gain by you.[3014]
Cor. Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?[3014][3016]
First Cit. The price is, to ask it kindly.[3014][3017] 70
Cor. Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha 't: I have wounds[3014][3018]
to show you, which shall be yours in private. Your good[3014][3019]
voice, sir; what say you?[3014]
Sec. Cit. You shall ha' it, worthy sir.[3014]
Cor. A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices[3014] 75
begged. I have your alms: adieu.[3014]
Third Cit. But this is something odd.[3013][3014][3020]
Sec. Cit. An 'twere to give again,—but 'tis no matter.[3014]
[Exeunt the three Citizens.
Re-enter two other Citizens.[3021]
Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of
your voices that I may be consul, I have here the customary 80
gown.
Fourth Cit. You have deserved nobly of your country,[3022]
and you have not deserved nobly.
Cor. Your enigma?[3023]
Fourth Cit. You have been a scourge to her enemies,[3022] 85
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[3024]
sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer estimation of[3025] 90
them; 'tis a condition they account gentle: and since the
wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my[3026]
heart, I will practise the insinuating nod and be off to[3027]
them most counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the
bewitchment of some popular man, and give it bountiful to[3028] 95
the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.[3029]
Fifth Cit. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore[3030]
give you our voices heartily.
Fourth Cit. You have received many wounds for your[3022]
country. 100
Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them.
I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no
farther.
Both Cit. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! [Exeunt.[3031]
Cor. Most sweet voices! 105
Better it is to die, better to starve,[3032]
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.[3033]
Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,[3034][3035]
To beg of Hob and Dick that do appear,[3034][3036][3037]
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to 't:[3034][3036][3038] 110
What custom wills, in all things should we do 't,[3034][3039]
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,[3034]
And mountainous error be too highly heap'd[3034]
For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,[3034][3040]
Let the high office and the honour go[3034] 115
To one that would do thus. I am half through:[3034]
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.[3034]
Re-enter three Citizens more.[3041]
Here come moe voices.[3042]
Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
Watch'd for your voices; for your voices bear 120
Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six[3043]
I have seen, and heard of; for your voices have[3044][3045]
Done many things, some less, some more: your voices:[3045]
Indeed, I would be consul.[3045][3046]
Sixth Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without[3047] 125
any honest man's voice.
Seventh Cit. Therefore let him be consul: the gods give[3048]
him joy, and make him good friend to the people![3049]
All. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!
[Exeunt
Cor. Worthy voices! 130
Re-enter Menenius, with Brutus and Sicinius.[3050]
Men. You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes[3051][3052]
Endue you with the people's voice: remains[3051]
That in the official marks invested in you[3051]
Anon do meet the senate.[3051]
Cor. Is this done?
Sic. The custom of request you have discharged: 135
The people do admit you, and are summon'd
To meet anon upon you approbation.
Cor. Where? at the senate-house?
Sic. There, Coriolanus.
Cor. May I change these garments?
Sic. You may, sir.[3053]
Cor. That I'll straight do, and, knowing myself again, 140
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[3054]
'Tis warm at's heart.[3055]
Bru. With a proud heart he wore[3056] 145
His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people?[3056]
Re-enter Citizens.[3057]
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 loves.
Sec. Cit. Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice,[3058] 150
He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.
Third Cit. Certainly[3059]
He flouted us downright.[3059]
First Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech; he did not mock us.
Sec. Cit. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says[3060]
He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us[3060] 155
His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.[3061]
Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.[3062]
Citizens. No, no; no man saw 'em.[3063]
Third Cit. He said he had wounds which he could show in private;[3064]
And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,[3065] 160
'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, 165
I have no further with you.' Was not this mockery?[3066]
Sic. Why, either were you ignorant to see't,[3067]
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, 170
But was a petty servant to the state,
He was your enemy; ever spake against[3068]
Your liberties and the charters that you bear[3069]
I' the body of the weal: and now, arriving
A place of potency and sway o' the state,[3070] 175
If he should still malignantly remain
Fast foe to the plebeii, your voices might[3071]
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 180
Would think upon you for your voices and[3072][3073]
Translate his malice towards you into love,[3073]
Standing your friendly lord.
Sic. Thus to have said,
As you were fore-advised, had touch'd his spirit
And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd 185
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[3074]
Tying him to aught: so, putting him to rage,[3074] 190
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[3075]
When he did need your loves; and do you think[3075]
That his contempt shall not be bruising to you 195
When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies[3076]
No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry
Against the rectorship of judgement?
Sic. Have you,[3077]
Ere now, denied the asker? and now again,[3077]
Of him that did not ask but mock, bestow[3077][3078] 200
Your sued-for tongues?[3077][3079]
Third Cit. He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet.[3079]
Sec. Cit. And will deny him:[3080]
I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.[3081]
First Cit. I twice five hundred, and their friends to piece 'em.[3082]205
Bru. Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends,
They have chose a consul that will from them take[3083]
Their liberties, make them of no more voice
Than dogs that are as often beat for barking
As therefore kept to do so.[3084]
Sic. Let them assemble;[3085] 210
And, on a safer judgement, all revoke[3085][3086]
Your ignorant election: enforce his pride[3085][3086]
And his old hate unto you: besides, forget not[3086][3087]
With what contempt he wore the humble weed,
How in his suit he scorn'd you: but your loves, 215
Thinking upon his services, took from you
The apprehension of his present portance,
Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion[3088]
After the inveterate hate he bears you.[3089]
Bru. Lay[3090][3091][3092]
A fault on us, your tribunes; that we labour'd,[3090] 220
No impediment between, but that you must[3090]
Cast your election on him.[3090]
Sic. Say, you chose him[3090]
More after our commandment than as guided[3090][3092]
By your own true affections; and that your minds,[3090][3092]
Pre-occupied with what you rather must do[3090] 225
Than what you should, made you against the grain[3090][3092][3093]
To voice him consul: lay the fault on us.[3090]
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, 230
The noble house o' the Marcians, from whence came[3094]
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;[3095] 235
And [Censorinus] nobly named so,[3095]
Twice being [by the people chosen] censor,[3095]
Was his great ancestor.[3095]
Sic. One thus descended,
That hath beside well in his person wrought[3096]
To be set high in place, we did commend 240
To your remembrances: but you have found,
Scaling his present bearing with his past,[3097]
That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke
Your sudden approbation.
Bru. Say, you ne'er had done't—[3098]
Harp on that still—but by our putting on: 245
And presently, when you have drawn your number,
Repair to the Capitol.
Citizens. We will so: almost all[3099][3100]
Repent in their election. [Exeunt Citizens.[3099]
Bru. Let them go on;[3101]
This mutiny were better put in hazard,
Than stay, past doubt, for greater: 250
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:[3102]
We will be there before the stream o' the people;
And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own, 255
Which we have goaded onward. [Exeunt.