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I would they would forget me, like the virtues
Which our divines lose by ’em.
MENENIUS
You’ll mar all.
I’ll leave you. Pray you speak to ’em, I pray you,
In wholesome manner.
Exit.
Enter three of the Citizens.
CORIOLANUS
Bid them wash their faces
And keep their teeth clean. So, here comes a brace. [60]
You know the cause, sir, of my standing here.
THIRD CITIZEN
We do, sir. Tell us what hath brought you to’t.
CORIOLANUS
Mine own desert.
SECOND CITIZEN
Your own desert?
CORIOLANUS
Ay, but not mine own desire. [65]
THIRD CITIZEN
How not your own desire?
CORIOLANUS
No, sir, ’twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging.
THIRD CITIZEN
You must think, if we give you anything, we hope to gain by you. [70]
