the two Tribunes, with others
MENENIUS. No, I'll not go. You hear what he hath said
Which was
sometime his general, who lov'd him
In a most dear particular. He call'd me father;
But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him:
A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
The way into his mercy. Nay, if he coy'd
To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.
COMINIUS. He would not seem to know me.
MENENIUS. Do you hear?
COMINIUS. Yet one time he did call me by my name.
I urg'd our old
acquaintance, and the drops
That we have bled together. 'Coriolanus'
He would not answer to;
forbid all names;
He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
Till he had forg'd himself a name i' th' fire
Of burning Rome.
MENENIUS. Why, so! You have made good work.
A pair of tribunes that have wrack'd for Rome
To make coals cheap- a noble memory!
COMINIUS. 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.
MENENIUS. Very well.
Could he say less?
COMINIUS. I offer'd to
awaken his regard
For's private friends; his answer to me was,
He could not stay to pick them in a pile
Of noisome musty chaff. He said 'twas folly,
For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt
And still to nose th' offence.
MENENIUS. For one poor grain or two!
I am one of those. His mother, wife, his child,
And this brave fellow too- we are the grains:
You are the musty chaff, and you are smelt
Above the moon. We must be burnt for you.
SICINIUS. Nay, pray be patient; if you refuse your aid
In this so never-needed help, yet do not
Upbraid's 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.
MENENIUS. No; I'll not meddle.
SICINIUS. Pray you go to him.
MENENIUS. What should I do?
BRUTUS. Only make trial what your love can do
For Rome, towards Marcius.
MENENIUS. 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?
SICINIUS. Yet your good will
Must have that thanks from Rome after the measure
As you intended well.
MENENIUS. I'll undertake't;
I think he'll hear me. Yet to bite his lip
And hum at good Cominius much unhearts me.
He was not taken well: he had not din'd;
The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
We pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give or to
forgive; but when we have stuff'd
These pipes and these conveyances of our blood
With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls
Than in our priest-like fasts. Therefore I'll watch him
Till he be dieted to my request,
And then I'll set upon him.
BRUTUS. You know the very road into his kindness
And cannot lose your way.
MENENIUS. Good faith, I'll prove him,
Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge
Of my success. Exit
COMINIUS. He'll never hear him.
SICINIUS. Not?
COMINIUS. I tell you he does sit in gold, his eye
Red as 'twould burn Rome, and his 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 he 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. Exeunt
SCENE II.
The Volscian camp before Rome
Enter MENENIUS to the WATCH on guard
FIRST WATCH. Stay. Whence are you?
SECOND WATCH. Stand, and go back.
MENENIUS. You guard like men, 'tis well; but, by your leave,
I am an officer of state and come
To speak with Coriolanus.
FIRST WATCH. From
whence?
MENENIUS. From Rome.
FIRST WATCH. YOU may not pass; you must return. Our general
Will no more hear from thence.
SECOND WATCH. You'll see your Rome embrac'd with fire before
You'll speak with Coriolanus.
MENENIUS. 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.
FIRST WATCH. Be it so; go back. The
virtue of your name
Is not here passable.
MENENIUS. 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 haply amplified;
For I have ever verified my friends-
Of whom he's chief- with all the size that verity
Would without lapsing suffer. Nay,
sometimes,
Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,
I have tumbled past the throw, and in his praise
Have almost stamp'd the leasing;
therefore, fellow,
I must have leave to pass.
FIRST 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 lie as to live chastely.
Therefore go back.
MENENIUS. Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, always
factionary on the party of your general.
SECOND WATCH. 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.
MENENIUS. Has he din'd, canst thou tell? For I would not speak with
him till after dinner.
FIRST WATCH. You are a Roman, are you?
MENENIUS. I am as thy general is.
FIRST WATCH. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, when
you have push'd out 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 easy groans of old women, the
virginal palms of your daughters, or with the palsied
intercession of such a decay'd 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 deceiv'd;
thereforeback to Rome and prepare for your
execution. You are condemn'd;
our general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
MENENIUS. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would use me
with
estimation.
FIRST WATCH. Come, my captain knows you not.
MENENIUS. I mean thy general.
FIRST WATCH. My general cares not for you. Back, I say; go, lest I
let forth your half pint of blood. Back- that's the
utmost of
your having. Back.
MENENIUS. Nay, but fellow, fellow-
Enter CORIOLANUS with AUFIDIUS
CORIOLANUS. What's the matter?
MENENIUS. Now, you
companion, I'll say an
errand for you; you shall
know now that I am in
estimation; you shall
perceive that a Jack
guardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus. Guess but by my
entertainment with him if thou stand'st not i' th' state of
hanging, or of some death more long in spectatorship and crueller
in
suffering; behold now
presently, and swoon for what's to come
upon thee. The
glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy
particular
prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father
Menenius does! O my son! my son! thou art preparing fire for us;
look thee, here's water to
quench it. I was hardly moved to come
to thee; but being
assured none but myself could move thee, I
have been blown out of your gates with sighs, and
conjure thee to
pardon Rome and thy
petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage
thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here; this,
who, like a block, hath denied my
access to thee.
CORIOLANUS. Away!
MENENIUS. How! away!
CORIOLANUS. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
Are servanted to others. Though I owe
My
revengeproperly, my remission lies
In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
Ingrate
forgetfulness shall
poison rather
Than pity note how much. Therefore be gone.
Mine ears against your suits are stronger than
Your gates against my force. Yet, for I lov'd thee,
Take this along; I writ it for thy sake [Gives a letter]
And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius,
I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
Was my belov'd in Rome; yet thou behold'st.
AUFIDIUS. You keep a
constant temper.
Exeunt CORIOLANUS and Aufidius
FIRST WATCH. Now, sir, is your name Menenius?
SECOND WATCH. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power! You know the
way home again.
FIRST WATCH. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your
greatness back?
SECOND WATCH. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?
MENENIUS. I neither care for th' world nor your general; for such
things as you, I can
scarce think there's any, y'are so slight.
He that hath a will to die by himself fears it not from another.
Let your general do his worst. For you, be that you are, long;
and your
misery increase with your age! I say to you, as I was
said to: Away! Exit
FIRST WATCH. A noble fellow, I
warrant him.
SECOND WATCH. The
worthy fellow is our general; he's the rock, the
oak not to be wind-shaken. Exeunt
SCENE III.
The tent of CORIOLANUS
Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others
CORIOLANUS. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow