CORIOLANUS. 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 insinuating nod and be off to them most counterfeitly. That is, sir, I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man and give it bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you, I may be consul. FIFTH CITIZEN. We hope to find you our friend, and therefore give you our voices heartily. FOURTH CITIZEN. You have received many wounds for your country. CORIOLANUS. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices and so trouble you no farther. BOTH CITIZENS. The gods give you joy, sir, heartily. [_Exeunt citizens._] CORIOLANUS. Most sweet voices! Better it is to die, better to starve, Than crave the hire which first we do deserve. Why in this wolvish toge should I stand here To beg of Hob and Dick that does appear Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to’t. What custom wills, in all things should we do’t? The dust on antique time would lie unswept And mountainous error be too highly heaped For truth to o’erpeer. Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go To one that would do thus. I am half through; The one part suffered, the other will I do. Enter three Citizens more. Here come more voices. Your voices! For your voices I have fought; Watched 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 voices! Indeed, I would be consul. SIXTH CITIZEN. He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest man’s voice. SEVENTH CITIZEN. Therefore let him be consul. The gods give him joy, and make him good friend to the people! ALL THREE CITIZENS. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul. [_Exeunt citizens._] CORIOLANUS. Worthy voices! Enter Menenius with Brutus and Sicinius. MENENIUS. You have stood your limitation, and the Tribunes Endue you with the people’s voice. Remains That in th’ official marks invested, you Anon do meet the Senate. CORIOLANUS. Is this done? SICINIUS. The custom of request you have discharged. The people do admit you, and are summoned To meet anon upon your approbation. CORIOLANUS. Where? At the Senate House? SICINIUS. There, Coriolanus. CORIOLANUS. May I change these garments? SICINIUS. You may, sir. CORIOLANUS. That I’ll straight do and, knowing myself again, Repair to th’ Senate House. MENENIUS. I’ll keep you company.—Will you along? BRUTUS. We stay here for the people. SICINIUS. Fare you well. [_Exeunt Coriolanus and Menenius._] He has it now; and by his looks, methinks, ’Tis warm at his heart. BRUTUS. With a proud heart he wore His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people? Enter the Pebleians.