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Enter seven or eight Citizens. 1 Cit. (20) ONCE; if he do require our voices, we

ought not to deny him. 2 Cit. We may, Sir, if we will.

3 Cit. We have power in our selves to do it, but it is a Power that we have no Power to do; for if he shew us his wounds, and tell us his deeds, we are to put our tongues into those wounds, and speak for them: so, if he tells 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 our selves to be monstrous Members.

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 stuck not to call us the manyheaded multitude.

Market place, but in the Capitol. The Pointing only wants to be rectified, and we shall know what this Magistrate would say ; viz.. Come, I know, the People attend us in the Forum ; we'll go and inform them what Proceedings have been here in the Senate.

(20) Oons ! if he do require our Voices, sve ought not to deny him.] What more Anachronisms, and more than ever the Poet either design'd

or flipt into! But this, like the boild Pig and Colliflower in the Farce, is of 'Squire Somebody's own beípeaking; and 'will be but kind to let him have the Difh to himself. Mr. Pope, I presume, hardly thinks that Blood and Wounds ever came into an Oath, 'till after the Crucifixion of our Saviour. But, to set that Question apart, our Citizens here are no such bluftering Blades. They say honestly, in all the other Editions, no more than This: - Once, if he do require our Voices, &c. i. e. In à word, once for all, I've said it once and I'll stand to it. So in Much Ado about Nothing.

'Tis once, thou lov'ft: So in Anthonio and Cleopatra.

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the World ?
Pomp. What say'ft Thou

Men. Wilt thou be Lord of all the World ? that's twice.
And in a number more of Instances.

3 Cit. We have been call'd so of many ; not that our heads are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald ; but that our wits are so diverfly colour'd; and truly, I think, if all our wits were to issue out of one scull, they would fly East, West, North, South ; and their consent of one direct way would be at once to all Points o'th' Compass.

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

3. Cit. Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's will, 'tis strongly wedg’d up in a blockhead: but if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.

2 Cit. Why that way?

3 Cit. To lose it self in a fog; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience sake, to help to get thee a Wifc.

2 Cit. You are never without your tricks you may, you may — 3 Cit. Are

you all resolved to give your voices ? but that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I say, if he would incline to the People, there was never a worthier Man.

Enter Coriolanus in a Gown, with Menenius. Here he comes, and in the Gown of Humility, mark his behaviour: we are not to stay all together, but to came by him where he stands, by one's, by two's, and by three's. He's to make his requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a single honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues : therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how you Thall

go by him.

All. Content, content.
Men. Oh, Sir, you are not right ; have you not

The worthiest Men have done't ?

Cor. What must I say? I

pray, Sir, — plague upon't, I cannot bring My tongue to such a pace! Look, Sir, - my wounds-I got them in my country's service, when Vol. VI.




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Some certain of your Brethren roard, and ran
From noise of our own drums.

Men. Oh me, the Gods !
You must not speak of that; you must desire them
To think upon you.

Cor. Think upon me? hang 'em.
(21) I would they would forget me, like the Virtues
Which our Divines lose by 'em.

Men. You'll mar all.
I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
In wholsome manner.

Citizens approach.
Cor. Bid them wash their faces,
And keep their teeth clean.- So, here comes a brace:
You know the cause, Sirs, of my standing here.
1 Git. We do, Sir; tell us what hath brought you

Cør. Mine own desert.
2 Cit. Your own desert ?
Cor. Ay, not mine own desire.
1 Cit. How! not your own desire?

Cor. No, Şir, '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'th'Consulship? i Cit. The price is, to ask it kindly.

Cor. Kindly, Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to fhew you, which shall be yours in private : your good voice, Sir; what say you?

2 Cit. You shall ha't, worthy Sir.

Cor. A match, Sir ; there's in all two worthy voices beggd: I have your alms; adieu.

i Cit. But this is something odd.
2 Cit. An 'twere to give again :- but 'tis no matter.

[Exeunt. (21) I would they would forget me, like the Virtues

Which our Divines lose by them.) i. e. I wish they would forget me, as they do those virtuous Precepts, which the Divines preach up to then; and lose by them, as it were, by their neglecting the Practice.

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Two other Citizens.

Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your voices, that I may be Conful, I have here the customary Gown.

i Cit. You have deserved nobly of your Country, and you have not deferved nobly.

Cór. Your ænigma.

i Cit. You have been a fcourge '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, thac I have not been common in my love ; I will, Sir, flatter my sworn Brother, the People, to earn a deater eftimation of them ; 'eis a condition they account gén-. tle: and since the wisdom of their choice is rather to have my cap 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 Defirers: therefore, beseech you, I may be Conful.

2 Cit. We hope to find you our Friend; and therea fore give you our voices heartily.

i Cit. You have received many wounds for your Country

Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with the wing them. I will make much of your voices, and so crou, ble you no further.

Both. The Gods give you joy, Sir, heartily! [Exe.

Cor. Most sweet voices
Better it is to die, better to ftarve,
Than crave the hire, which firft we do deserve.
Why in this woolvilh Gown should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needlefs Voucher ? Custom calls me to't
What Custom wills in all things, fhould we do't,
The dust on antique time would lye unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heapt,
For truth to o'er-peer.-Rather than fool it fog
Let the high Office and the Honour go

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To one that would do thus. I am-half through;
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do,

Three Citizens more.
Here come more voices.
Your voices -- for your voices I have fought,
Watch'd for your voices; for your voices, bear
Of wounds two dozen and odd : battels thrice lix
I've seen, and heard of: for your voices, have
Donę many things, some less, some more: - your

voices : Indeed, I would be Consul.

I Cit. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man's voice.

2 Cit. Therefore let him be Consul, the Gods give him joy, and make him a good friend to the People. All. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble Conful.

[Exeunt. Cor. Worthy voices !

Enter Menenius, with Brutus and Sicinius.
Men. You've stood your limitation: and the Tri-

Endue you with the people's voice. Remains,
That in th' official marks invested, you
Anon do meet the Senate.

Cor. Is this done?

Sic. The Custom of Request you have discharg'd:
The people do admit you, and are fummon'd
To meet anon, upon your approbation.

Cor. Where? at the Senate-house?
Sic. There, Coriolanus.'
Cor. May I change these garments ?
Sic. You may, Sir.

Cor. That I'll straight do: and knowing my self again, Repair to th’ Senate-house.

Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along?
Bru. We stay here for the people.

Sic. Fare you well. [Exeunt Coriol. and Men. He has it now, and by his looks, methinks,

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