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Auf. The town is ta'en!

(True sword to sword,) I'll potch8 at him some way; Or wrath, or craft, may get him. 1 Sol. He's the devil.

Auf. Bolder, though not so subtle: My valor's poison'd,

With only suffering stain by him; for him
Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick nor fane, nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst

1 Sol. Twill be deliver'd back on good con- My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it dition.

Auf. Condition!

I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volce, be that I am.-Condition!

What good condition can a treaty find

I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,
I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me,
And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
As often as we eat.-By the elements,
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
He is mine, or I am his: Mine emulation
Hath not that honor in't, it had; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force,

At home upon my brother's guard, even there
Against the hospitable canon, would I

Wash my fierce hand in his heart. Go you to the

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SCENE I.-Rome. A public Place. Enter MENENIUS, SICINIUS, and BRUTUS. Men. The augurer tells me, we shall have news to-night.

Bru. Good or bad?

Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they love not Marcius.

Sic. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
Men. Pray you, who does the wolf love?
Sic. The lamb.

Men. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the noble Marcius.

Bru. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear. Men. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two are old men; tell me one thing that I shall ask you.

Both Trib. Well, sir.

Men. In what enormity is Marcius poor, that you two have not in abundance?

Bru. He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.

Sic. Especially in pride.

Bru. And topping all others in boasting. Men. This is strange now: Do you two know how you are censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the right hand file? Do you?

Both Trib. Why, how are we censured? Men. Because you talk of pride now,-Will you not be angry?

Both Trib. Well, well, sir, well.

Men. Why, 'tis no great matter: for a very little thief of occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience give your disposition the reins, and be angry at your pleasures; at the least, if you take it as a pleasure to you, in being so. You blame Marcius for being proud?

Bru. We do it not alone, sir.

Men. I know, you can do very little alone; for your helps are many; or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilities are too infant like, for doing much alone. You talk of pride: O, that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves! O, that you could!

Bru. What then, sir?

Men. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting, proud, violent, testy magistrates, (alias fools,) as any in Rome.

Sic. Menenius, you are known well enough too. Men. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tyber in't; said to be something imperfect, in favoring the first complaint: hasty, and tinder-like, upon too trivial motion: one that converses more with the buttock of the night, than

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with the forehead of the morning. What I think I utter; and spend my malice in my breath: Meeting two such weals-men' as you are, (I cannot call you Lycurguses,) if the drink you gave me, touch my palate adversely, I make a crooked face at it. I cannot say, your worships have delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables: and though I must be content to bear with those that say you are reverend grave men; yet they lie deadly, that tell, you have good faces. If you see this in the map of my microcosm, follows it, that I am known well enough too? What harm can your bisson conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be known well enough too?

Bru. Come, sir, come; we know you well enough. Men. You know neither me, yourselves, nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs; you wear out a good wholesome forenoon, in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three-pence to a second day of audience. -When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the colic, you make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding, the more entangled by your hearing: all the peace you make in their cause, is, calling both the parties knaves: You are a pair of strange ones.

Bru. Come, come, you are well understood to be a perfecter giber for the table, than a necessary bencher in the Capitol.

Men. Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not so honorable a grave, as to stuff a botcher's cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud; who, in a cheap estimation, is worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion; though, peradventure, some of the best of them were hereditary hangmen. Good e'en to your worships: more of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.

[BRU. and SIC. retire to the back of the Scene. Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA, &c. How now, my as fair as noble ladies, (and the moon, were she earthly, no nobler,) whither do you follow your eyes so fast?

Vol. Honorable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches: for the love of Juno, let's go. Men. Ha! Marcius coming home Poke, push. Waited for. 1 Statesmen.


Vol. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most pros- | Wouldst thou have laugh'd, had I come coffin'd perous approbation.

Men. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee:Hoo! Marcius coming home?

Two Ladies. Nay, 'tis true.

Vol. Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one at home for you.

Men. I will make my very house reel to-night: -A letter for me?

Vir. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I

saw it.

Men. A letter for me? It gives me an estate of seven years' health; in which time I will make a lip at the physician: the most sovereign prescription in Galen is but empiricutic, and to this preservative, of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.

Vir. O, no, no, no.

Vol. O, he is wounded, I thank the gods for't. Men. So do I too, if it be not too much:-Brings 'a victory in his pocket?-The wounds become him.

Val. On's brows, Menenius: he comes the third time home with the oaken garland.

Men. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? Vol. Titus Lartius writes,-They fought together, but Aufidius got off.

Men. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that: an he had staid by him, I would not have been so fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?

Vol. Good ladies, let's go :-Yes, yes, yes: the senate has letters from the general, wherein he gives my son the whole name of the war: he hath in this action outdone his former deeds doubly. Val. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

Men. Wondrous? Ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.

Vir. The gods grant them true!
Vol. True? pow, wow.

Men. True? I'll be sworn they are true:Where is he wounded?-God save your good worships! [To the Tribunes, who come forward.] Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

Vol. I' the shoulder, and i' the left arm: There will be large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall stand for his place. He received in the repulse of Tarquin, seven hurts i' the body. Men. One in the neck, and two in the thigh,there's nine that I know.

Vol. He had, before this last expedition, twentyfive wounds upon him.

Men. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave: [A Shout and Flourish.] Hark! the trumpets.

Vol. These are the ushers of Marcius: before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears; Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie; Which being advanced, declines; and then men die. A Sennet3 Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS, crowned with an oaken Garland; with Captains, Soldiers, and a Herald.


That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
And mothers that lack sons.

Men. Now the gods orown thee!
Cor. And live you yet?-0 my sweet lady,

Vol. I know not where to turn:-0 welcome home;

And welcome, general;-And you are welcome all. Men. A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,

And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy: Wel

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Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry,

While she chats him: the kitchen malkin5 pins
Her richest lockrams 'bout her reechy neck,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks,

Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions: all agreeing
In earnestness to see him; seld-shown flamens9
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station: our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus burning kisses: such a pother,
As if that whatsoever god, who leads him,
Were slily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

I warrant him consul. Bru.

On the sudden, During his power, go sleep. Then our office may,

Sic. He cannot temperately transport his honors From where he should begin and end; but will Her. Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did Lose those that he hath won. fight

Within Corioli' gates: where he hath won, With fame a name to Caius Marcius; these In honor follows, Coriolanus:

Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!


All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus! Cor. No more of this, it does offend my heart; Pray now, no more. Look, sir, your mother.



You have, I know, petition'd all the gods For my prosperity.



[Kneels. Nay, my good soldier, up; My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and By deed-achieving honor newly nam'd, What is it? Coriolanus, must I call thee? But O, thy wife


My gracious silence, hail!

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In that there's comfort.
Sic. Doubt not, the commoners, for whom we

But they, upon their ancient malice, will
Forget, with the least cause, these his new honors;
Which that he'll give them, make as little question
As he is proud to do't.

I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i' the market-place, nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility;
Nor, showing (as the manner is) his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths.
'Tis right.

Bru. It was his word: O, he would miss it, rather Than carry it, but by the suit o' the gentry to

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To him, or our authorities. For an end,
We must suggest the people in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to his power he would
Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders, and
Dispropertied their freedoms: holding them,
In human action and capacity,

Of no more soul, nor fitness for the world,
Than camels in their war; who have their provand3
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them.
This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall teach the people, (which time shall not want,
If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy,
As to set dogs on sheep,) will be his fire
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever.

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I never saw the like.

Let's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event.

Have with you. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Capitol. Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions. 1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here: How many stand for consulships?

2 Off. Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it.

1 Off. That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.

2 Off. 'Faith, there have been many great men that have flatter'd the people,who ne'er loved them; and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore; so that, if they love they know not why, they hate upon no better a ground: Therefore, for Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate him, manifests the true knowledge he has in their disposition; and out of his noble carelessness, lets them plainly see't.

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, bonneted without any further deed to heave them at all into their estimation and report: but he hath so planted his honors 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.

Men. Having determin'd of the Volces, and To send for Titus Lartius, it remains, • Provender.


Took off caps.

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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 honors like himself.
1 Sen.
Speak, good Cominius:
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Rather our state's 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.
We are convented
Upon a pleasing treaty; and have hearts
Inclinable to honor and advance
The theme of our assembly.

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

That's off, that's off;5
I would you rather had been silent: Please you
To hear Cominius speak?

Most willingly:

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


He loves your people;

But tie him not to be their bedfellow.

Worthy Cominius, speak.-Nay, keep your place. [CORIOLANUS rises, and offers to go away.

1 Sen. Sit, Coriolanus: never shame to hear What you have nobly done. Your honors' pardon; I had rather have my wounds to heal again, Than hear say how I got them.



My words disbench'd you not. Cor.

Sir, I hope,

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. people,


Cor. I had rather have i' the sun,

Pray now, sit down. one scratch my head

When the alarum were struck, than idly sit
To hear my nothings monster'd.


[Exit CORIOLANUS. Masters o' the people, Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter, (That's thousand to one good one,) when you now He had rather venture all his limbs for honor, 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 valor is the chiefest virtue, and
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpois'd. At sixteen years,
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 Amazonian6 chin he drove
The bristled lips before him: he bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman, and i' the consul's view
Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man o' the field, and for his meed7
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,

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
Nothing to the purpose.

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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,9
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.

Worthy man!

1 Sen. He cannot but with measure fit the honors Which we devise him. Com. Our spoils he kick'd at; 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. Men.

Let him be call'd for.

1 Sen.

Off. He doth appear.

He's right noble;

Call for Coriolanus.

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Mark you that?

Cor. To brag unto them-thus I did, and thus ;Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,

As if I had receiv'd them for the hire
Of their breath only:-

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 honor.

Sen. To Coriolanus come all joy and honor!
[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 give.


Come, we'll inform them

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1 Cit. 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 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.

1 Cit. And to make us no better thought of, a 1 Avarice.

• Wearied.

little help will serve: for once, when we stood up about the corn, he himself stuck not to call us the 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 colored 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 o' the 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 wedged up in a blockhead: but if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.

2 Cit. Why that way?

3 Cit. 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.

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 and MENENIUS. Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his behavior. We are not to stay altogether, 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 honor, 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.


Men. O sir, you are not right; have you not


The worthiest men have done it?


What must I say?—

I pray, sir,-Plague upon't! I cannot bring
My tongue to such a pace:-look, sir;-my


I got them in my country's service, when
Some certain of your brethren roar'd, and ran
From the noise of our own drums.

O me, the gods!
You must not speak of that: you must desire them
To think upon you.


Think upon me? Hang 'em! I would they would forget me, like the virtues Which our divines lose by them. Men. You'll mar all; I'll leave you: pray you, speak to them, I pray you, In wholesome manner. [Exit.

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1 Cit.

Cor. No, sir:

Your own desert?

Ay, not

How! not your own desire?

'Twas never my desire yet,

To trouble the poor with begging.

1 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 consulship?

1 Cit. The price is, sir, to ask it kindly. Cor. 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?

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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 insinuat. 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.

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mock us.

He used us scornfully: he should have show a us
2 Cit. Not one amongst us save yourself, but says,
His marks of merit, wounds receiv'd for his country.
Sic. Why, so he did, I am sure.
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

Cor. I will not seal your knowledge with show-1 ing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.

Both Čit. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!

Cor. Most sweet voices !


Better it is to die, better to starve,
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
Why in this wolvish gown should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,

Your most sweet voices:-now you have left your


have no further with you:


-Was not this

Sic. Why, either, were you ignorant to see't?
Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness
To yield your voices?


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
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,2 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.

Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:-I'
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 honor 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 come more voices,-
Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
Watch'd 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

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Sic. The custom of request you have discharged:
The people do admit you; and are summon'd
To meet anon, upon your approbation.
Cor. Where? at the senate-house?

There, Coriolanus.
Cor. May I then change these garments?

You may, sir. Cor. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,


Repair to the senate-house.
Mer I'll keep you company.-Will you along?
Bru. We stay here for the people.
Fare you well.
[Exeunt CORIOL. and MENEN.
He has it now; and by his looks, methinks,
'Tis warm at his heart.
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 this

1 Cit. He has ou voices, sir.

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As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his spirit,
And try'd his inclination: from him pluck'd
Either his gracious promise, which you might,
As cause had call'd you up, have held him to;
Or else it would have gall'd 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 pass'd him unclected.

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

No heart among you? Or had you tongues, to cry
Against the rectorship of judgment?
Have you,

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And, on a safer judgment, all revoke
Let them assemble;
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
The apprehension of his present portance,3
Which gibingly, ungravely he did fashion
After the inveterate hate he bears you.


A fault on us, your tribunes; that we labor'd
a Plebeians, common people.
* Carriage.

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