Citizen

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

Citizen

We may, sir, if we will.

Citizen

We have power in ourselves to do 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 are to put our tongues into those wounds and speak 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.

Citizen

And to make us no better thought of, a little help will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.

Citizen

We have been called so of many; not that our heads are some brown, some black, some Abram, 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 a' the compass.

Citizen

Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would fly?

Citizen

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

Citizen

Why that way?

Citizen

To lose itself 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 wife.

Citizen

You are never without your tricks: you may, you may.

Citizen

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. Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his behaviour. We are not to stay all together, but to come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and by threes. 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 shall go by him.

All

Content, content.

Menenius

O sir, you are not right: have you not known

The worthiest men have done't?

Coriolanus

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

Some certain of your brethren roared and ran

From the noise of our own drums.”

Menenius

O me, the gods!

You must not speak of that: you must desire them

To think upon you.

Coriolanus

Think upon me! hang'em!

I would they would forget me, like the virtues

Which our divines lose by 'em.

Menenius

You'll mar all:

I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,

In wholesome manner. Exit.

Coriolanus

Bid them wash their faces

And keep their teeth clean. Re-enter two of the Citizens. So, here comes a brace. Re-enter a third Citizen.

You know the cause, sir, of my standing here.

Citizen

We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't.

Coriolanus

Mine own desert.

Citizen

Your own desert!

Coriolanus

Ay, not mine own desire.

Citizen

How not your own desire?

Coriolanus

No, sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging.

Citizen

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

Coriolanus

Well then, I pray, your price a' the consulship?

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?

Citizen

You shall ha't, worthy sir.

Coriolanus

A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices begged. I have your alms: adieu.

Citizen

But this is something odd.

Citizen

And 'twere to give again, but 'tis no matter.

Coriolanus

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

Citizen

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

Coriolanus

Your enigma?

Citizen

You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved the common people.

Coriolanus

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 bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul.

Citizen

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

Citizen

You have received many wounds for your country.

Coriolanus

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

Both Citizens

The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!

Coriolanus

Most sweet voices!

Better it is to die, better to starve,

Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.

Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,

To beg of Hob and Dick, that does 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 heaped

For truth to o'erpeer. 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 suffered, the other will I do. Re-enter three Citizens more.

Here come more voices.

Your voices: for your voices I have fought;

Watched for your voices; for your voices bear

Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six

I have seen and heard of; for your voices have

Done many things, some less, some more: your voices:

Indeed, I would be consul.

Citizen

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

Citizen

Therefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy, and make him good friend to the people!

Citizens

Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!

Coriolanus

Worthy voices!

Menenius

You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes

Endue you with the people's voice: remains

That, in the official marks invested, you

Anon do meet the senate.

Coriolanus

Is this done?

Sicinius

The custom of request you have discharged:

The people do admit you, and are summoned

To meet anon, upon your approbation.

Coriolanus

Where? at the senatehouse?

Sicinius

There, Coriolanus.

Coriolanus

May I change these garments?

Sicinius

You may, sir.

Coriolanus

That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,

Repair to the senatehouse.

Menenius

I'll keep you company. Will you along?

Brutus

We stay here for the people.

Sicinius

Fare you well. Exeunt Coriolanus and Menenius.

He has it now, and by his looks methinks

'Tis warm at's heart.

Brutus

With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds.

Will you dismiss the people? Re-enter Citizens.

Sicinius

How now, my masters! have you chose this man?

Citizen

He has our voices, sir.

Brutus

We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.

Citizen

Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice,

He mocked us when he begged our voices.

Citizen

Certainly

He flouted us downright.

Citizen

No, 'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.

Citizen

Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says

He used us scornfully: he should have showed us

His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.

Sicinius

Why, so he did, I am sure.

Citizens

No, no; no man saw 'em.

Citizen

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 you:

Your most sweet voices: now you have left your voices,

I have no further with you.” Was not this mockery?

Sicinius

Why either were you ignorant to see't,

Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness

To yield your voices?

Brutus

Could you not have told him

As you were lessoned, 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

A place of potency and sway o' the state,

If he should still malignantly remain

Fast foe to the plebeii, your voices might

Be curses, to yourselves? You should have said

That as his worthy deeds did claim no less

Than what he stood for, so his gracious nature

Would think upon you for your voices and

Translate his malice towards you into love,

Standing your friendly lord.

Sicinius

Thus to have said,

As you were fore-advised, had touched his spirit

And tried his inclination; from him plucked

Either his gracious promise, which you might,

As cause had called you up, have held him to;

Or else it would have galled his surly nature,

Which easily endures not article

Tying him to aught; so putting him to rage,

You should have ta'en the advantage of his choler

And passed him unelected.

Brutus

Did you perceive

He did solicit you in free contempt

When he did need your loves, and do you think

That his contempt shall not be bruising to you,

When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies

No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry

Against the rectorship of judgement?

Sicinius

Have you

Ere now denied the asker? and now again

Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow

Your sued-for tongues?

Citizen

He's not confirmed; we may deny him yet.

Citizen

And will deny him:

I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.

Citizen

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

Brutus

Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends,

They have chose a consul that will from them take

Their liberties: make them of no more voice

Than dogs that are as often beat for barking

As therefore kept to do so.

Sicinius

Let them assemble,

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 scorned you; but your loves,

Thinking upon his services, took from you

The apprehension of his present portance,

Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion

After the inveterate hate he bears you.

Brutus

Lay

A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured,

No impediment between, but that you must

Cast your election on him.

Sicinius

Say, you chose him

More after our commandment than as guided

By your own true affections, and that your minds,

Preoccupied with what you rather must do

Than what you should, made you against the grain

To voice him consul: lay the fault on us.

Brutus

Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you,

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 came

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 that was so surnamed,

And nobly named so, twice being censor,

Was his great ancestor.

Sicinius

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

Your sudden approbation.

Brutus

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.

All

We will so: almost all

Repent in their election. Exeunt Citizens.

Brutus

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.

Sicinius

To the Capitol, come:

We will be there before the stream o' the people;

And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,

Which we have goaded onward. Exeunt.