2. Wee hope to finde you our friend: and therefore giue you our voices heartily 1. You haue receyued many wounds for your Countrey Coriol. I wil not Seale your knowledge with shewing them. I will make much of your voyces, and so trouble you no farther Both. The Gods giue you ioy Sir heartily Coriol. Most sweet Voyces: Better it is to dye, better to sterue, Then craue the higher, which first we do deserue. Why in this Wooluish tongue should I stand heere, To begge of Hob and Dicke, that does appeere Their needlesse Vouches: Custome calls me too't. What Custome wills in all things, should we doo't? The Dust on antique Time would lye vnswept, And mountainous Error be too highly heapt, For Truth to o're-peere. Rather then foole it so, Let the high Office and the Honor go To one that would doe thus. I am halfe through, The one part suffered, the other will I doe. Enter three Citizens more. Here come moe Voyces. Your Voyces? for your Voyces I haue sought, Watcht for your Voyces: for your Voyces, beare Of Wounds, two dozen odde: Battailes thrice six I haue seene, and heard of: for your Voyces, Haue done many things, some lesse, some more: Your Voyces? Indeed I would be Consull 1.Cit. Hee ha's done Nobly, and cannot goe without any honest mans Voyce 2.Cit. Therefore let him be Consull: the Gods giue him ioy, and make him good friend to the People All. Amen, Amen. God saue thee, Noble Consull Corio. Worthy Voyces. Enter Menenius, with Brutus and Scicinius. Mene. You haue stood your Limitation: And the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voyce, Remaines, that in th' Officiall Markes inuested, You anon doe meet the Senate Corio. Is this done? Scicin. The Custome of Request you haue discharg'd: The People doe admit you, and are summon'd To meet anon, vpon your approbation Corio. Where? at the Senate-house? Scicin. There, Coriolanus Corio. May I change these Garments? Scicin. You may, Sir Cori. That Ile straight do: and knowing my selfe again, Repayre toth' Senatehouse Mene. Ile keepe you company. Will you along? Brut. We stay here for the People Scicin. Fare you well. Exeunt. Coriol. and Mene. He ha's it now: and by his Lookes, me thinkes, 'Tis warme at's heart Brut. With a prowd heart he wore his humble Weeds: Will you dismisse the People? Enter the Plebeians. Scici. How now, my Masters, haue you chose this man? 1.Cit. He ha's our Voyces, Sir Brut. We pray the Gods, he may deserue your loues 2.Cit. Amen, Sir: to my poore vnworthy notice, He mock'd vs, when he begg'd our Voyces 3.Cit. Certainely, he flowted vs downe-right 1.Cit. No, 'tis his kind of speech, he did not mock vs 2.Cit. Not one amongst vs, saue your selfe, but sayes He vs'd vs scornefully: he should haue shew'd vs His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiu'd for's Countrey Scicin. Why so he did, I am sure All. No, no: no man saw 'em