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Bru. Most willingly;

But yet my caution was more pertinent

Than the rebuke you give it.

Men. He loves your people;

But tie him not to be their bedfellow.

Worthy Cominius, speak.

Coriolanus rises, and offers to go away.

Nay, keep your place.

Sen. Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear

What you have nobly done.

Cor. Your honours' pardon:

I had rather have my wounds to heal again

Than hear say how I got them.

Bru. Sir, I hope

My words disbench'd you not.

Cor. No, sir: yet oft,

When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.

You sooth'd not, therefore hurt not. But your people,

I love them as they weigh—

Men. Pray now, sit down.

Cor. I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun

When the alarum were struck than idly sit

To hear my nothings monster'd.

Men. Masters of the people,

Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter,—

That's thousand to one good one,—when you now see

He had rather venture all his limbs for honour

Than one on 's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.

Com. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus

 76 disbench'd: unseated

78 sooth'd: flattered

79 as they weigh: according to their worth

82 monster'd: grotesquely exaggerated

84 That's good one: of whom only one in a thousand is good

