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MENENIUS:
It then remains
That you do speak to the people.
CORIOLANUS:
I do beseech you,
Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
That I may pass this doing.
SICINIUS:
Sir, the people
Must have their voices; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony.
MENENIUS:
Put them not to't:
Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Your honour with your form.
CORIOLANUS:
It is apart
That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Be taken from the people.
BRUTUS:
Mark you that?
CORIOLANUS:
To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only!
MENENIUS:
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 honour.
Senators:
To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
BRUTUS:
You see how he intends to use the people.
SICINIUS:
May they perceive's intent! He will require them,
As if he did contemn what he requested
Should be in them to give.
BRUTUS:
Come, we'll inform them
Of our proceedings here: on the marketplace,
I know, they do attend us.
First Citizen:
Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.
Second Citizen:
We may, sir, if we will.
Third 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.
First 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.
Third Citizen:
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 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 o' the compass.
Second Citizen:
Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
fly?
Third Citizen:
Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but
if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.