To meet anon upon your Approbation.

Cor. Where? at the Senate-house?

Sic. There, Coriolanus.

Cor. May I change thefe Garments ?

Sic. You may, Sir.

Cor. That I'll ftrait do: And knowing my felf again, Repair to th' Senate House.

Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along?

Bru. We stay here for the People.

Sic. Farewell,

[Exeunt Coriol. and Men.

He has it now, and by his Looks, methinks

'Tis warm at's Heart.

Bru. With a proud Heart he wore his humble Weeds: Will you difmifs the People?ur

Enter the Plebeians.

Sic. How now, my Mafters, have you chofe this Man?
I Cit. He has our Voices, Sir.

Bru. We pray the Gods he may deferve 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 down-right.

1 Cit. No, 'tis his kind of Speech, he did not mock us.
a Cit. Not one amongst us, fave your felf, but fays
He us'd us fcornfully: He fhou'd have fhew'd us
His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiv'd for's Country.
Sic. Why fo he did, I am fure.
All. No, no; no Man faw 'em.
3 Cit. He faid he had Wounds,
Which he could fhew in private :

And with his Hat, thus waving it in Scorn,
I would be Conful, fays he: Aged Custom,
But by your Voices, will not fo 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 nothing further with you. Was not this Mockery?
Sic. Why, either were you ignorant to fee't?

Or feeing it of fuch childish Friendliness,

To yield your Voices?

Bru. Could you not have told him,

As you were leffon'd; when he had no Power,

But

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bear

But was a petty Servant to the State,
He was your Enemy, ever fpake against
Your Liberties, and the Charters that you
I'th' Body of the Weal: And now arriving
At place of Potency, and fway o'th' State,
If he should still malignantly remain
Fast Foe to th' Plebeians, your Voices might
Be Curfes to your felyes. You should have faid,
That as his worthy Deeds did claim no lefs

Than what he ftood for; fo his gracious Nature
Would think upon you for your Voices, and
Tranflate his Malice towards
you, into Love,
Standing your friendly Lord."

Sic. Thus to have faid,

As you were fore-advis'd, had touch'd his Spirit,
And try'd his Inclination; from him pluckt,
Either his gracious Promife, which you might,
As caufe had cali'd you up, have held him to ;
Or else it would have gall'd his furly Nature;
Which eafily endures not Article,

Tying him to ought; fo putting him to Rage,
You should have ta'en th' advantage of his Choler,
And pafs'd him unelected.

Bru. Did you perceive,

He did follicit you in free Contempt,

When he did need your Loves? And do you think
That his Contempt fhall not be bruifing 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 Judgment?

Sic. Have you, e'er now, deny'd the Asker :
And, now again of him that did not ask, but mock,
Beftow your fu'd-for Tongues?

3 Cit. He's not confirm'd, we may deny him yet.
2 Cit. And will deny him:

I'll have five hundred Voices of that Sound.

I Cit. Ay,twice five hundred, and their Friends to piece 'em. Bru. Get you hence inftantly, and tell thofe Friends, They have chofe a Conful 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 fo.

Sic.

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Sic. Let them affemble; and on a fafer Judgment,
All revoke your ignorant Ele&tion: Enforce his Pride,
And his old Hate unto you; befides, forget not,
With what Contempt he wore the humble Weed,
How in his Suit he fcorn'd you: But your Loves,
Thinking upon his Services, took from you
Th' Apprehenfion of his prefent portance.
Which moft gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
After the inveterate Hate he bears you."

Bru. Lay a fault on us, your Tribunes,
That we labour'd (no impediment between)
But that you muft caft your Election on him.

Sic. Say, you chofe him, more after our Commandment, Than as guided by your own true Affections, and that Your Minds, pre-occupied with what you rather muft do, Than what you fhould, made you against the grain To Voice him Conful. Lay the fault on us.

Bru. Ay, fpare us not: Say, we read Lectures to you,
How youngly he began to ferve his Country,
How long continued, and what Stock he fprings of,
The Noble Houfe o'th' Martians; from whence came
That Ancus Martius, Numa's Daughter's Son,
Who after great Hoftilius here was King:

Of the fame Houfe Publius and Quintus were,
That our best Water brought by Conduits hither,
And, nobly nam'd Martius, fo, twice being Cenfor,
Was his great Ancestor.

Sic. One thus defcended,

That hath befide well in his Perfon wrought,
To be fet high in Place, we did commend
To your remembrances; but you have found,
Scaling his prefent bearing with his past,
That he's your fixed Enemy, and revoke
Your fudden Approbation.

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

(Harp on that ftill) but by our putting on;

And prefently, when you have drawn your Number,
Repair to th' Capitol.

All. We will fo; almoft all repent in their Election.

[Exeunt Plebeians.

Bru.

Bru. Let them go on :

This Mutiny were better put in hazard,
Than stay paft doubt for greater:
If, as his Nature is, he fall in rage

With their refufal, both obferve and anfwer
The vantage of his anger.

Sic. To th' Capitol, come:

We will be there before the ftream o'th' People:

And this fhall feem, as partly 'tis, their own,

Which we have goaded onward.

Cor.

ACT III. SCENE I.
SCENE Rome.

[Exeunt.

Cornets. Enter Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius, Titus Lartius, and other Senators.

Ullus Aufidius then had made new Head?

Lart. He had, my Lord, and that it was which caus'd Our swifter Compofition.

Cor. So then the Volfcies ftand but as at first,

Ready when time shall prompt them, to make Road
Upon's again.

Com. They are worn, Lord Conful, fo,
That we shall hardly in our Ages fee

Their Banners wave again.

Cor. Saw you Aufidius?

Lart. On fafe-guard he came to me, and did curfe

Against the Volfcies, for they had fo vilely

Yielded the Town; he is retired to Antium.

Cor. Spoke he of me?

Lart. He did, my Lord.
Cor. How!-what!

Lart. How often he had met you Sword to Sword:
That of all things upon the Earth he hated
Your Perfon moft: That he would pawn his Fortunes
To hopless Reftitution, fo he might

Be call'd your Vanquisher.

Cor. At Antium lives he?

Lart. At Antium.

Cor.

Cor. I wish I had a caufe to feek him there, To oppose his Hatred fully. Welcome home. Enter Sicinius and Brutus.

Behold,' these are the Tribunes of the People,
The Tongues o'th' Common Mouth, I do defpife them:
For they do prank them in Authority,
Against all noble Sufferance.

Sic. País no further.

Cor. Hah!-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 pafs'd the Nobles, and the Commons? Bru. Cominius, no.

Cor. Have I had Childrens Voices?

Sen. Tribunes, give way; he fhall to th' Market place. Bru. The People are incens'd against him.

Sic. Stop, or all will fall in Broil.

Cor. Are thefe your Herd?

Muft these have Voices, that can yield them now,

And straight difclaim their Tongues? What are your Offices? You being their Mouths, why rule you not their Teeth?

Have you not fet them on?

Men. Be calm, be calm.

Cor. It is a purpos'd thing, and grows by Plot, To curb the Will of the Nobility:

Suffer't, and live with fuch as cannot Rule,

Nor ever will be ruled.

Bru. Call't not a Plot:

The People cry you mock'd them; and of late,
When Corn was given them, gratis, you repin'd,
Scandal'd the Suppliants for the People, call'd them
Time-pleafers, Flatterers, Foes to Nobleness.
Cor. Why this was known before.

Bru. Not to them all.

Cor. Have you inform'd them fithence?
Bru. How! I inform them!

Com. You are like to do fuch Bufinefs.

Bru. Not unlike, each way, to better yours.

Cor. Why then fhould I be Conful? By yond Clouds

Let