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And power, unto itself most commendable,
SCENE 1. Rome. A public place.
Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus, and
Men. No, I'll not go: you hear, what he hath said,
Com. He would not seem to know me.
Do you hear?
Men. Why, so; you have made good work:
• Condescended unwillingly.
Memorial. Com. I minded him, how royal 'twas to pardon When it was less expected: He replied, It was a bare petition of a state To one whom they had punish'd. Men.
Very well :
Com. I offer'd to awaken his regard
For one poor grain
Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: If you refuse your aid
No; I'll not meddle.
What should I do?
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 ho it will. I shall ere long bave knowledge of my success.
He'll never hear him.
(Ereunt. SCENE II.
An adoanced post of the Volcian camp before
Rome. The Guard at their stations.
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 whence? Men.
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.
1 G. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name Is not here passable. Men.
I tell thee, fellow, Thy general is my lovert: I have been The book of his good acts, whence men have read His fame unparallel'd, haply, amplified ; For I have ever verifiedt my friends (Of whom he's chief), with all the size that verity ý Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,
Like to a bowl upou a subtle* ground,
1 G. '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 Menerius, always factionary on the party of your general.
2 G. Howsoever you have been his liar (as you say, you have), ( 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 Romne, as he does. Can you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular ig. norance, 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 intercession of such a decayed dotant as you seem to be? Can you think 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,