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Mlen. Do you hear?

Coin. Yet one time he did call me by my name:
I urged our old acquaintance, and the dropska
That we had bled together. Coriolanus
He would not answer to; forbad all names;
He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
'Till he had forged himielf a name o'th'fire
Of burning Rome.

Men. Why, fo; you've made good work:
A pair of tribunes, that have racked for Rome,
To make coals cheap: a noble memory !

Com. Į minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon
When it was least expected. He replicd,
It was a bare petition of a state
To one whom they had punished.

Men. Very well, could he lay less?

Com. I offered to awaken his regard
For's private friends. His answer to me was,
He could not stay to pick them in a pile
Of noisom muity chaff. He said, 'twas folly,
For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
And still to note th' offence.

Men. For one poor grain or two?
I'm one of those : his mother, wife, his child,
And this brave fellow too, we are the grains ;
You are the musty chaff; and
Above the moon.

We must be burnt for you.
Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aid
In this so-never-needed help, yet do not
Upbraid us with our distress. But, sure, if

Would be your country's pleader, your good tongus,
More than the instant army we could make,
Might stop our countryman.

Alen. No: I'll not niedale.
Sic. Pray you, go to him.
Men. What fiould I do?

you are finelt

Bru. Only make trial what your love can do
For Rome, towards Marcius.

Men. Well, and say that Marcius
Return me, as Cominius is returned,
Unheard : (what then?)
But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
With his unkindness. Say't be so?

Sic. Yet your good will
Must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure
As you intended well.

Nlent. I'll undertake it: I think he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip, And hum at good Corninius, much unhearts me. He was not taken well, he had not dined. The veins unfilled, our blood is cold, and then (37) We pout upon the morning, are unapt To give or to forgive : but when we've stuffed Thele pipes, and these conveyances of blood With wine and feeding, we have fuppler souls Than in our priest-like faits; therefore I'll watch him "Till he be dieted to my request, And then I'll set upon him.

Bru. You know the very road into his kindness, And cannot lose your way. Men. Good faith, l'll


him, Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge Of my success.

[Exit. Com. He'll never hear him. Sic. Not?

Con. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury The goaler to his pity. I kneeled before him; 'Twas very faintly he said, rise: dismissed me

(37) The veins unfilled, our blood is cold, &c.] Lord Bacon somewhere in his essays makes this very remark concerning the seasons of solicitation.

Thus, with his speechless hand. What he would do,
He sent in writing after; what he would not,
Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:
So that all hope is vain, unless his mother
And wife,---wlio (as I hear) mean to folicit hím,
For mercy to his country: therefore hence,
And with our fair entreaties hafle them on. [Ezeunt.

SCENE changes to the Volscian Camp.
Enter MENENIUS 10 the Watch or Guard.
1 Watch. Stay: whence are you?
2 Watch. Stand, and


back. Nien. You guard like men, 'tis well. But, by your I am an officer of state, and come

[leave, To speak with Coriolanus.

i Watch. Whence?
Men. Frum Rome.

i Watch. You may not pass, you must return: Will no more hear from thence. [our general

2 Watch. You'll see your Rome enibraced with fire, You'll speak with Coriolanus.

[before 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 touched your ears; it is Menenius,

Watch. Be it fo, go back: the virtue of your name Is not here passable.

Men. I tell thee, fellow, Thy general is my lover: I have been The book of his good acts; whence men have read His fame unparallel'd happily amplified: For I have ever verified my friends, (Of whom he's chief) with all the fize that verity Would without lapsing suffer : nay, sometimes, Like to a bowl upon a lubile ground,

I've tumbled past the throw; and in his praise Have alınoit itamp'd the leasing. Therefore, fellow, I must have leave to pass.

i Watch. 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 lye, as to live chastely. Therefore,

go back.

Men. Prythee, fellow, remember, my name is Menenius; always factionary of the party of your


2 Watch. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you say you have;) I am one that, telling true an. der him, must say, you cannot pass. Therefore,

go back.

Men. Has he dined, canft thou tell? for I would not speak with him 'till after dinner.

i Watch. You are a Roman, are you?
Men. I am as thy general is.

I Watch. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out of your gates


defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the palsied interceffion of such a decayed dotard as. you seem to be ? can you think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to flame ir, 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.

1 Watch. Come, my captain knows you not, Men. I mean, thy general.

1 Watch. My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; left I let forth thy half pint of blood. Back, that's the utmost of your having, back. Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,.....-

Enter CORIOLANUS with AUFIDIUS. Cor. What's the matter ?

Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you; you shall know now that I am in čítimation; you thall perceive, that a Jack-guardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus; guess but my entertainment with him; if thou stand'st not i' th’ state of hanging, or of some death more long in fpectatorship, and crueller in suffering, behold now presently, and fwoon for what's to come upon thee.--------- The glorious gods fit in hourly fynod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does ! Oh my fon, my son! thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly mov'd to come to thee; but being assured none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of our gates with sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The good gods afluage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this, who, like a block, hath denied iny access to thee------

Cor. Away!
Men. How, away?

Gor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My af Are fervanted to others: though I owe

[fairs My revenge properly, remission lyes In Volscian breasts. (38) That we have been famia Ingrate forgetfulnefs Thall prison, rather [liar,

(38) - That we have been familiar,

Ingrate forgetfulness fall poison rather

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