_Fourth Cit._ You have received many wounds for your[3022] country. 100
_Cor._ I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no farther.
_Both Cit._ The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! [_Exeunt._[3031]
_Cor._ Most sweet voices! 105 Better it is to die, better to starve,[3032] Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.[3033] Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,[3034][3035] To beg of Hob and Dick that do appear,[3034][3036][3037] Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to 't:[3034][3036][3038] 110 What custom wills, in all things should we do 't,[3034][3039] The dust on antique time would lie unswept,[3034] And mountainous error be too highly heap'd[3034] For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,[3034][3040] Let the high office and the honour go[3034] 115 To one that would do thus. I am half through:[3034] The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.[3034]
Here come moe voices.[3042] Your voices: for your voices I have fought; Watch'd for your voices; for your voices bear 120 Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six[3043] I have seen, and heard of; for your voices have[3044][3045] Done many things, some less, some more: your voices:[3045] Indeed, I would be consul.[3045][3046]
_Sixth Cit._ He has done nobly, and cannot go without[3047] 125 any honest man's voice.
_Seventh Cit._ Therefore let him be consul: the gods give[3048] him joy, and make him good friend to the people![3049]
_All._ Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!
_Re-enter_ MENENIUS, _with_ BRUTUS _and_ SICINIUS.[3050]
_Men._ You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes[3051][3052] Endue you with the people's voice: remains[3051] That in the official marks invested in you[3051] Anon do meet the senate.[3051]
_Sic._ The custom of request you have discharged: 135 The people do admit you, and are summon'd To meet anon upon you approbation.
_Cor._ That I'll straight do, and, knowing myself again, 140 Repair to the senate-house.
_Men._ I'll keep you company. Will you along?
He has it now; and, by his looks, methinks[3054] 'Tis warm at's heart.[3055]
_Bru._ With a proud heart he wore[3056] 145 His humble weeds. Will you dismiss the people?[3056]