Cor. 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 Cit. You shall have it, worthy Sir.
Cor. A match, Sir: There is in all two worthy voices begg'd:— I have your alms; adieu.
First Cit. But this is something odd.
Second Cit. An 'twere to give again,—But 'tis no matter.
[Exeunt two Citizens.]
[Enter two other Citizens.]
Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices, that I may be consul, I have here the customary gown.
Third Cit. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.
Cor. Your enigma?