THIRD CITIZEN.
How, not your own desire?
CORIOLANUS.
No, sir, ’twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging.
THIRD CITIZEN.
You must think if we give you anything, we hope to gain by you.
CORIOLANUS.
Well then, I pray, your price o’ th’ consulship?
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.