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He could not stay to pick them, in a pile
Men, For one poor grain
Men. No: I'll not meddle.
Bru. Only make tryal what your love can do
Men. Well, and say that Martius
Sic. Say it be fo ; yet your good will, Menenius,
Men, I'll undertake it :
Than in our priest-like fasts : therefore I'll watch him
Bru. You know the very road into bis kindness, And cannot lose your way.
Men. Good faith, I'll prove him,
Com. I tell you, he does fit in gold, his eye
SCENE II. The Volscian Camp.
Enter Menenius to the Watch or Guard,
Men. You guard like men, 'tis well. But by your leave
1 Watch. Whence ?
í Watch. You may not país, you must return : our Ge. Will no more hear from thence.
[neral 2 Watch. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire, before You'll speak with Coriolanus.
1 Watch. Be it so, go back; the virtue of your name Is not here passable.
Men. I tell thee, fellow,
His fame unparallel'd haply amplified :
(Of whom he's chief) to all the fize that verity
Watcb. 'Faith, Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalf, as you have utter'd words in your own, you kould not pass here: no, though it were as virtuous to lie, as to live chaftly. Therefore go back.
Men. Prythee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always factionary of the party of your General.
2 Watcb. Howsoever you have been his liar, as you fay you have ; I am one that telling true under bim, must say you cannot pafs. Therefore go back.
Men. I am as thy General is.
Men. Has he din'd, canst thou tell for I would not spe.k with him 'till after dinner.
I Witcb. You are a Roman, are you?
I Watch. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when you have push'd out of your gates the very defender of them, and in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easie groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, with the palfied intercession of such a decay'd dotard as you seem to be ? can you think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to Aame in, with such weak breath as this? no, you are deceiv'd, therefore back to Rome, and prepare for your execution : you are condemnd, our General has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
Men. Sirrah, if thy Captain knew I were here, he would ufe me with estimation.
i Warcb. Come, my Captain knows you aot. Men. I mean thy General.
I Watch. My General cares not for you. Back, I say, go ; left I let forth your balf pint of blood, that's the use moft of your having ; back, back. Men. Nay, bit fellow, fellow,
Enter Ci riolanus with Aufidias, Cor. What's the matter ?
Meń. Now, you companion, t'll fay an errand for you you shall know now that I am in estimation ; you preceive, that a jack-gardant camot office me from my son Coriolanus ; guess by my entertainment with him, if thoi ftand'At not i'th'state of hanging, or of some death more long in (peétatorship, 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 Men nenius does ! O 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 my self could move thee; I have been blown out of our gatti with fighs, and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen. The good Gods afswage thy wrach, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here ; this, who like a block hath denied my access to thee,
Cor. Away !
Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affaire
[Exeunt. Manent the Guard and Mencnius. i Watch. Now, Sir, is your name Menenius? 2 Watch. "Tis a spell you see of much power : you
know the way home again.
1 Watcb. Do you hear how we are fhent for keeping your Greatness back ?
2 Watch. What cause do you think I have to swoon? Men. I neither care for th' world, nor your General : Vol. VII.
for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, y'are so Night. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another : let your General do his worst. For you, be what you are, long ! and your misery encrease with your age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away! (Exit, 1 Watch. A noble fellow, I warrant him.
2 Watch. The worthy fellow is our General. He's the rock, the oak not to be wind-shaken. [Ex. Watcb.
Re-enter Coriolanus and Aufidius.
Auf. Only their ends you have respected; stopt
Cor. This last old man,
Attendants, all in Mourning.