MENENIUS.
It then remains
That you do speak to the people.
CORIOLANUS.
I do beseech you
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
That I may pass this doing.
SICINIUS.
Sir, the people
Must have their voices; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony.
MENENIUS.
Put them not to’t.
Pray you, go fit you to the custom, and
Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Your honour with your form.
CORIOLANUS.
It is a part
That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Be taken from the people.
BRUTUS.
Mark you that?
CORIOLANUS.
To brag unto them, “thus I did, and thus!”
Show them th’ unaching scars which I should hide,
As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only!
MENENIUS.
Do not stand upon’t.—
We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
Our purpose to them, and to our noble consul
Wish we all joy and honour.
SENATORS.
To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
[Flourish cornets. Exeunt all but Sicinius and Brutus.]