2. Wee hope to finde you our friend: and therefore giue you our voices heartily
1. You haue receyued many wounds for your Countrey
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 deserue.
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.
Here come moe Voyces.
Your Voyces? for your Voyces I haue sought,
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.