Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechy Neck, Stalls, Bulks, Windows, are fmother'd up, With variable Complexions; all agreeing In their nicely gawded Cheeks, to th' wanton Spoil 1935 Sic. On the fudden, I warrant him Conful. Bru. Then our Office may, during his Power, go fleep. Sic. He cannot temp'rately tranfport his Honours, From where he should begin and end, but will Lose those he hath won. Bru. In that there's Comfort. Sic. Doubt not, The Commoners, for whom we ftand, but they With the leaft Cause, these his new Honours; Bru. I heard him swear Were he to stand for Conful never would he Nor fhewing, as the manner is, his Wounds Bru. It was his word: Oh he would mifs it, rather than carry it, But by the fuit of the Gentry to him, And the defire of the Nobles. Sic. I with no better, than have him hold that purpose, and to put it in Execution. Bru. 'Tis moft like he will. Sic. It fhall be to him then, as our good wills; A fure Deftruction. Bru. So it must fall out To him, or our Authorities,, for an end. He ftill hath held them; that to's Power he would Of no more Soul nor fitnefs for the World,. Sic. This, as you fay, fuggefted, At fome time, when his foaring Infolence As to fet Dogs on Sheep; we'll be his Fire Enter a Messenger. Bru. What's the Matter? Mef. You are fent for to the Capitol: 'Tis thought that Martius fhall be Conful: I have seen the dumb Men throng to fee him, And the blind to hear him fpeak; Matrons flung Gloves, A Shower and Thunder, with their Caps and Shouts : Bru. Let's to the Capitol, And carry with us Ears and Eyes for th' time, Sic. Have with you. ·་ [Exeunt. Enter two Officers, to lay Cushions, as in the Capitol. 1 Off. Come, come, they are almost here; how many stand for Confulships? 2 Off. Three, they fay; but 'tis thought of every one, Coriolanus will carry it. ! 1. Of. That's a brave Fellow, but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the Common People. 2. Of. 'Faith, there have been many great Men that have flatter'd the People, who ne'er lov'd them, and there be many that they have loved, they know not wherefore; fo 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, manifefts the true Knowledge he has in their Difpofition, and out of his noble Carelessness lets them plainly fee't. 1. Of. If he did not care whether he had their love, or no, he waved indifferently, 'twixt doing them neither Good, nor Harm: But he feeks their Hate with greater Devotion, than they can render it him; and leaves nothing undone, that may fully discover him their Oppofite. Now to seem to affect the Malice and Difpleasure of the People, is as bad as that which he diflikes, to flatter them for their love. 2. Of. He hath deferv'd worthily of his Country: And his Afcent is not by fuch eafie Degrees as thofe, who have been fupple and courteous to the People, Bonnetted, without any further Deed, to have them at all into their Eftimation and Report: But he hath fo planted his Honours in their Eyes, and his Actions in their Hearts, that for their Tongues to be filent, and not confefs fo much, were a kind of ingrateful Injury; to report otherwife, were a Malice, that giving it felf the Lie, would pluck Reproof and Rebuke from ev'ry Ear that heard it. 1. Of. No more of him, he is a worthy Man: Make way, they are coming. A Sonnet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of the People, Lictors before them; Coriolanus, Menenius, Cominius the Conful: Sicinius and Brutus take their Places by themselves. Men. Having determin'd of the Volfcies, And to fend for Titus Lartius; it remains, As the main Point of this our after-meeting, To gratifie his noble Service, that hath Thus ftood for his Country. Therefore, please you, The prefent Conful, and laft General, 'Vol. IV. Dd La In our well-found Succeffes, to report 1 Sen. Speak, good Cominius: Leave nothing out for length, and make us think Than we to ftretch it out. Masters o' th' People, Sic. We are convented upon a pleafing Treaty, and have Hearts inclinable to Honour, and advance the Theam of our Affembly. Bru. Which the rather we fhall be bleft to do, if he remember a kinder Value of the People, than he hath hitherto priz'd them at. Men. That's off, that's off: I wou'd you rather had been filent: Please you to hear Cominius (peak? Bru. Moft willingly: But yet my Caution was more pertinent than the Rebuke you give it. Men. He loves your People, but tye him not to be their Bedfellow: Worthy Cominius, fpeak. [Coriolanus rifes, and offers to go away. Nay, keep your Place. 1 Sen. Sir Coriolanus, never fhame to hear What you have nobly done. Cor. Your Honour's Pardon: I had rather have my Wounds to heal again, Than hear fay how I got them. Bru. Sir, I hope my Words dif-bench'd you not? When Blows have made me ftay, I fled from Words. Men. Pray now, fit down. Cor. I had rather have one fcratch my Head i'th' Sun, When the Alarum were ftruck, than idly fit To hear my Nothings monster'd [Exit Coriolanus. Men Me. Mafters of the People, Your multiplying Spawn how can he flatter, That's thoufand to one good one? when you now fee Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held The Man I speak of cannot in the World And in the Brunt of feventeen Battels fince, I cannot speak him home: He ftopt the Fliers, And fell below his Stem: His Sword (Death's Stamp) Dd 2 And |