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.
Mene. You haue stood your Limitation: And the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voyce, Remaines, that in th' Officiall Markes inuested, You anon doe meet the Senate
Corio. Is this done? Scicin. The Custome of Request you haue discharg'd: The People doe admit you, and are summon'd To meet anon, vpon your approbation
Corio. Where? at the Senate-house? Scicin. There, Coriolanus
Corio. May I change these Garments? Scicin. You may, Sir
Cori. That Ile straight do: and knowing my selfe again, Repayre toth' Senatehouse
Mene. Ile keepe you company. Will you along? Brut. We stay here for the People
Scicin. Fare you well.
Exeunt. Coriol. and Mene.
He ha's it now: and by his Lookes, me thinkes, 'Tis warme at's heart
Brut. With a prowd heart he wore his humble Weeds: Will you dismisse the People? Enter the Plebeians.
Scici. How now, my Masters, haue you chose this man? 1.Cit. He ha's our Voyces, Sir
Brut. We pray the Gods, he may deserue your loues
2.Cit. Amen, Sir: to my poore vnworthy notice, He mock'd vs, when he begg'd our Voyces
3.Cit. Certainely, he flowted vs downe-right
1.Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock vs
2.Cit. Not one amongst vs, saue your selfe, but sayes He vs'd vs scornefully: he should haue shew'd vs His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiu'd for's Countrey
Scicin. Why so he did, I am sure
All. No, no: no man saw 'em
3.Cit. Hee said hee had Wounds, Which he could shew in priuate: And with his Hat, thus wauing it in scorne, I would be Consull, sayes he: aged Custome, But by your Voyces, will not so permit me. Your Voyces therefore: when we graunted that, Here was, I thanke you for your Voyces, thanke you Your most sweet Voyces: now you haue left your Voyces, I haue no further with you. Was not this mockerie? Scicin. Why eyther were you ignorant to see't? Or seeing it, of such Childish friendlinesse, To yeeld your Voyces? Brut. Could you not haue told him, As you were lesson'd: When he had no Power, But was a pettie seruant to the State, He was your Enemie, euer spake against Your Liberties, and the Charters that you beare I'th' Body of the Weale: and now arriuing A place of Potencie, and sway o'th' State, If he should still malignantly remaine Fast Foe toth' Plebeij, your Voyces might Be Curses to your selues. You should haue said, That as his worthy deeds did clayme no lesse Then what he stood for: so his gracious nature Would thinke vpon you, for your Voyces, And translate his Mallice towards you, into Loue, Standing your friendly Lord