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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, II. iii

Cor. Ay, not mine own desire.

1. Cit. How! not your own desire?

Cor. No, sir, 'twas never my desire yet to

trouble the poor with begging.

1. Cit. You must think, if we give you anything,

we hope to gain by you.

Cor. Well, then, I pray, your price o' the con-

sulship?

1. Cit. The price is, to ask it kindly.

Cor. Kindly! sir, I pray, let me ha 't: I have

wounds to show you, which shall be yours in

private. Your good voice, sir; what say you?

2. Cit. You shall ha 't, worthy sir.

Cor. A match, sir. There's in all two worthy

voices begged. I have your alms: adieu.

1. Cit. But this is something odd.

2. Cit. An 'twere to give again,—but 'tis no

matter.

Cor. Pray you now, if it may stand with the

tune of your voices that I may be consul, I have

here the customary gown.

1. Cit. You have deserved nobly of your coun-

try, and you have not deserved nobly.

Cor. Your enigma?

1. Cit. You have been a scourge to her enemies,

you have been a rod to her friends; you have not

indeed loved the common people.

Cor. You should account me the more vir-

tuous 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 con-

dition they account gentle: and since the wis-

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