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And power, unto itself most commendable,
Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, and
Com. He would not seem to know me.
Do you hear?
Men. Why, so; you have made good work: A pair of tribunes that have rack'dt for Rome, To make coals cheap: A noble memory f!
• Condescended unwillingly.
Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon
Very well :
Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard
For one poor grain
Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid In this so never-heeded help, yet do not Upbraid us with our distress. But, sure, if you Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue, More than the instant army we can make, Might stop our countryman. Men.
No; I'll not meddle. Sic. I pray you, go to him, Men.
What should I do? Bru. Only make trial what your love can do For Rome towards Marcius. Men.
Well, and say that Marcius Return me, as Cominius is return'd, Unheard; what then? But as a discontented friend, grief-shot With his unkindness? Say't be so ? Sic.
Yet your good will
I'll undertake it.
The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
Bru. You know the very road into his kindness,
Good faith, I'll prove him, Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge Of my success.
He'll never hear him. Sic.
Not? Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye Red as 'twould burn Rome; and bis injury The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him; 'Twas very faintly he said, Rise; dismiss'd me Thus, with his speechless hand: What he would do, He sent in writing after me; what be would not, Bound with an oath, to yield to his conditions: So, that all hope is vain, Unless his noble mother, and his wife; Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence, And with our fair entreaties haste them on,
An advanced post of the Volcian camp before
Rome, The Guard at their stationis.
Enter to them, Menenius. 1 G. Stay: Whence are you? 2 G.
Stand, and go back. Men. You guard like men ; 'tis well: But, by
your leave, I am an officer of state, and come To speak with Coriolanus. 1 G.
From Rome. 1 G. You may not pass, you must return: our
general Will no more hear from thence. 2 G. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire,
before You'll speak with Coriolanus. Men.
Good my friends, If you have heard your general talk of Rome, And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, My name hath touch'd your ears: it is Menenius.
i G. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name Is not here passable. Men.
I tell thee, fellow,
Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,
1G. 'Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have uttered words in your own, you should not pass here : no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chastely. Therefore, go back..
Men. Pr'ytbee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always factionary on the party of your general.
2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar (as you say, you have), I am one that, telling true under him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
Men. Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not speak with him till after dinner.
1 G. You are a Roman, are you?
Men. I am as thy general is, - 1 G. Then you should hate Roine, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular ig. porance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women, the virginal palins of your daughters, or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant f as you seem to be? Can you tlink to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak breath as this ? No, you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would use me with estimation.
2 G. Come, my captain knows you not. Men. I mean, thy general. 1 G. My general cares not for you. Back, I say,