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for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love! Worthy Cominius, speak.-Nay, keep your place. [Coriolanus rises, and offers to go away. or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has I Sen. Sit, Coriolanus: never shame to hear in their disposition; and, out of his noble carelessness, lets them plainly see't. What you have nobly done.


Cor. Your honours' pardon;

1 Off. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither good, 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 as that which he dislikes, to flatter them for their love.

2 Off. He hath deserved worthily of his country: and his ascent is not by such easy degrees as those, who, having been supple and courteous to the people, bonnetted, without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation 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 every ear that heard it.

1 Off. No more of him; he is a worthy man: Make way, they are coming. A sennet. Enter, with lictors before them, Cominius the consul, Menenius, Coriolanus, many other senators, Sicinius and Brutus. The senators take their places; the tribunes take theirs also by themselves.


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Men. Having determin'd of the Volces, and
To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
As the main point of this our after-meeting,
To gratify his noble service, that
Hath thus stood for his country: therefore, please
Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general


In our well-found successes, to report
A little of that worthy work perform'd
By Caius Marcius Coriolanus; whom'
We meet here, both to thank, and to remember
With honours like himself.



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1 Sen. Speak, good Cominius:
Leave nothing out of length, and make us think,
Rather our states defective for requital,
Than we to stretch it out. Masters o' the people,
We do request your kindest ears; and, after,
Your loving motion toward the common body,
To yield what passes here.

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Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts
Inclinable to honour and advances DYNIA
The theme of our assembly.

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Bru. Which the rather
We shall be bless'd to do, if he remember
A kinder value of the people, than a bunda y
He hath hereto prized them at.

Men. That's off, that's off;

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I would you rather had been silent: please you
To hear Cominius speak?

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Bru. Most willingly;

But yet my caution was more pertinent,
Than the rebuke you give it.

Men. He loves your people;

But tie him not to be their bedfellow ;


I had rather have my wounds to heal again,
Than hear say how I got them.
Bru. Sir, I hope,

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My words disbench'd you not.
Cor. No; sir: yet oft,

When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not: but, your
I love them as they weigh.

Men. Pray now, sit down.


Cor. I had rather have one scratch my head i'the When the alarum were struck, than idly sit [sun, To hear my nothings monster'd. [ exit Coriolanus. Men. Masters o' the people,

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Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter, [see,
(That's thousand to one good one,) when you now
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour,
Than one of his ears to hear it?--Proceed, Cominius.


Com. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be utter'd feebly.-It is held,
That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
At sixteen years,
Be singly counterpois'd.
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
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
The bristled lips before him: he bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman, and i'the consul's view
Slew three oppressors: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on the knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man i'the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea;
And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since,
He lurch'd all swords o'the garland. For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,


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I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers
And, by his rare example, made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as waves before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,
And fell below his stem: his sword (death's stamp)
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Was timed with dying cries! alone he enter'd
The mortal gate o'the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny, aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli, like a planet: now, all's his:
When, by and by, the din of war 'gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he: where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
"Twere a perpetual spoil: and, till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting.
Men. Worthy man!


1 Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the honWhich we devise him.


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Com. Our spoils he kick'd at bre mone eved.
And look'd upon things precious, as they were
The common muck o'the world: he covets less
Than misery itself would give; rewards
His deeds with doing them; and is content
To spend the time, to end it. råstod f
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Let him be call'd for.
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1 Sen. Call for Coriolanus. Off. He doth appear.

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Cor. I do owe them still odsk My life, and services. um bilekez

Men. It then remains, onde ad auser ob nu That you do speak to the people. sin elok

Cor. I do beseech you, 4 rodees gl56
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
That I may pass this doing.on

Sie. Sir, the people and reds 1 vol3
Must have their voices; neither will they 'bate
One jot of ceremony.
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Pray you, go fit you to the custom; and
Take to you, as your predecessors have
Your honour with your form, her sat
Cor. It is a part
That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Be taken from the people. Sony a div
Bru, Mark you that?

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Cor. To brag unto them. Thus I did, and Show them the unaching scars, which I should As if I had receiv'd them for the hire [hide, Of their breath only:


Men. Do not stand upon't.

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We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
Our purpose to them; and to our noble consul
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Sen. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! esp[flourish; then exeunt senators. Bru. You see how he intends to use the people. Sic. May they perceive his intent! He, that will require them, As if he did contemn what he requested Should be in them to

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Bru. Come, we'll inform them

Of our proceedings here: on the market-place,

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ano Enter several citizens.

1 Cit. Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.

2 Cit. We may, sir, if we


3 Cit. We have power in ourselves it, but it is a power that we have no power to do: for, if he show us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we

1 Cit. And to make us no better thought of. a little help will serve: for once, when we stood up about the corn, he himself struck not to call usthe many-headed multitude.



3 Cit. We have been called so of many; not that our heads are some brown, some black, some auburn, some 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 would fly east, west, north, south; and their consent of one 'direct way should be at once to all the points of the compass.

2 Cit. Think you so? Which way, do you judge my wit would fly.

Cit. Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's will, 'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head: but, if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure southward.


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All. Content, content.
Men. O sir, you are right: have you not
The worthiest men have done it?
Cor. What must I
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My tongue to such a pace:-look, sir;—iny
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I got them in my country's service, when
Some certain of your brethren roar'd, and ran
From the of our own drums."

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You must not speak of that: you must, desire them
To think upon you.


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Cor. Think upon me? Hang em!
I would they would forget me, like the virtues
Which our divines lose by them. eins ni qu
Men. You'll mar all; bag dekl [you,
I'll leave you: pray you, speak to them, I pray
In wholesome manner.
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And keep their teeth clean. So, here comes a
know the cause, sir, of my standing here.

are to put our tongues into those wounds and speak Cit. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought

for them; so if he tell us his 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 the which, we being members, should bring ourselves to be monstrous members.

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2 Cit. Your own desert?

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Cor. No, sir:

'Twas never my desire yet,
To trouble the poor with begging.

I Cit. You must think, if we give you any thing, We hope to gain by you.


Cor. Well then, I pray, your price o'the consul-
1 Cit. The price is, sir, to ask it kindly.
Cor. Kindly?

[you, Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to show Which shall be yours in private.-Your good voice, What say you?


2 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.

1 Cit. But this is something odd. [matter. 2 Cit. An 'twere to give again. But 'tis no [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.

3 Cit. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you have not deserved nobly.

Cor. Your enigma?

3 Cit. You have been a scourge to her enemies, 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 sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account gentle and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise the insinuating nod and be off to them most counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man, and give it bountifully to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.

4 Cit. We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give you our voices heartily.

3 Cit. You have received many wounds for your country.

Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.

Both Cit. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! [exeunt.

Cor. Most sweet voices!

Better it is to die, better to starve,

Than crave the hire, which first we do deserve.
Why in this woolvish gown should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:-
What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heap'd
For truth to over-peer.-Rather than fool it so,
Let the high office and the honour go
To one that would do thus.-I am half through;
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.
Enter three other citizens.

Here comes more voices,

Your voices: for your voices I have fought: Watch'd for your voices; for your voices, bear Of wounds twe dozen odd; battles thrice six

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Sic. There, Coriolanus.

Cor. May I then change these garments?
Sic. You may, sir.

Cor. That I'll straight do; and knowing myself
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 Cor. and Men. He has it now; and, by his looks, methinks, 'Tis warm at his heart.

Bru. With a proud heart he wore

His humble weeds: will you dismiss the people? Re-enter citizens.

Sic. How now, my masters? have you chose 1 Cit. He has our voices, sir. [this man? Bru. We pray the gods, he may deserve your loves. 2 Cit. Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice, He mock'd us, when he begg'd our voices. 3 Cit. Certainly,

He flouted us downright.


1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock 2 Cit. Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says, He us'd us scornfully: he should have show'd us His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for his country.

Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.

Cit. No; no man saw 'em. [several speak. 3 Cit. He said, he had wounds, which he could show in private;

And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,
'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
Your most sweet voices: now you have left your
I have no further with you: '--was not this mockery?
Sic. Why, either you were ignorant to see't;
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,
But was a petty servant to the state,
He was your enemy; ever spake against
Your liberties, and the charters that you bear
I the body of the weal: and now, arriving

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The apprehension of his present portance,
Which gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After the inveterate hate he bears you.

And, on a safer judgement, all revoke
Your ignorant election; enforce his pride,
And his old hate unto you: besides, forget not
With what contempt he wore the humble weed;
How in his suit he scorn'd you: but your loves,
Thinking upon his services, took from you

Bru. Lay

A fault on us, your tribunes; that we labour'd
(No impediment between them) but that you must
Cast your elections on him.

Sic. Say, you chose him

3 Cit. He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet. Your sudden approbation. 2 Cit. And will deny him:

I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.

1 Cit. I twice five hundred, and their friends to piece 'em.

Bru. Get you hence instantly, and tell those
They have chose a consul, that will from them take
Their liberties; make them of no more voice
Than dogs that are so often beat for barking,
As therefore kept to do so.

Sic. Let them assemble:

More after our commandment, than as guided
By your own true affections; and that your minds,
Pre-occupied with what you rather must do
Than what you should, made you, against the grain,
To voice him consul: lay the fault on us. [you,

Bru. Ay, spare us not. Say, we read lectures to
How youngly he began to serve his country,
How long continued: and what stock he springs of,
The noble house o the Marcians; from whence



Cornets: enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius,
Titus Lartius, senators, and patricians.
Cor. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
Lart. He had, my lord; and that it was, which
Our swifter composition.

Cor. So then the Volces stand but as at first;
Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make
Upon us again.


Com. They are worn, lord consul, so, That we shall hardly in our ages see Their banners wave again.

Cor. Saw you Aufidius?

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;
And Censorinus, darling of the people,
And nobly nam'd so, being censor twice,
Was his great ancestor.

Sic. One thus descended,

That hath beside well in his person wrought
To be set high in place, we did commend
To your remembrances: but you have found,
Scaling his present bearing with his past,
That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke


Bru. Say, you ne'er had done't

(Harp on that still), but by our putting on:
And presently, when you have drawn your number,
Repair to the Capitol.

Cit. We will so: almost all
Repent in their election.

Bru. Let them go on;

This mutiny were better put in hazard,
Than stay, past doubt, for greater:
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; we'll be there before the stream o'the

And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,
Which we have goaded onward.



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Lart. How often he had met you, sword to
That, of all things upon the earth, he hated
Your person most: that he would pawn his for
To hopeless restitution, so he might
Be call'd your vanquisher.


Cor. At Antium lives he?

Lart. At Antium

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Cor. I wish I had a cause to seek him there, To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home. [to Lartius.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
Behold! these are the tribunes of the people,
The tongues o'the common mouth.
For they do prank them in authority,
Against all noble sufferance.

Sic. Pass no further.

Cor. Ha! what is that?

Bru. It will be dangerous to Go on: no further.

Cor. What makes this change?

Men. The matter?

Com. Hath he not pass'd the nobles, and the
Bru. Cominius, no.
Cor. Have I had children's voices?

I do despise [them;

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Cor. Have you not inform'd them since?
Bru. How, I inform them?

Cor. You are like to do such business.
Bru. Not unlike,

Each way, to better yours.

[clouds Cor. Why then should I be consul? By yon Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune.

Sic. You show too much of that,

For which the people stir. If you will pass
To where you are bound, you must inquire your
Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit; [way,
Or never be so noble as a consul,
Nor yoke with him for tribune.
Men, Let's be calm.

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Cor. Now as I live, I will. My nobler friends, I crave their pardons:

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O, good, but most unwise, patricians, why,
You brave, but reckless senators, have you thus
Given Hydra here to choose an officer,
That with his peremptory shall, being but
The horn and noise o'the monsters, wants not spirit
To say, he'll turn your current in a ditch,
And make your channel his? If he have power,
Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake
Your dangerous lenity. If you are learned,
Be not as common fools; if you are not,


Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
If they be senators: and they are no less,
When, both your voices blended, the greatest taste
Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate;
And such a one as he, who puts his shall,
His popular shall, against a graver bench dat
Than ever frown'd in Greece! By Jove himself,
It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches,
To know, when two authorities are up,
Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by the other.

Com. Well,on to the market-place.
DeCor. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
The corn o'the store-house gratis, as 'twas, us'd
Sometime in Greece,-

Men. Well, well, no more of that.

Cor. (Though there the people had more absoI say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed [lute power,) The ruin of the state..

Bru. Why, shall the people give One, that speaks thus, their voice? Cor. I'll give my reasons,

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