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COMINIUS. Who shall ask it? |
The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people |
Deserve such pity of him as the wolf |
Does of the shepherds; for his best friends, if they |
Should say 'Be good to Rome'- they charg'd him even |
As those should do that had deserv'd his hate, |
And therein show'd fike enemies. |
MENENIUS. 'Tis true; |
If he were putting to my house the brand |
That should consume it, I have not the face |
To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands, |
You and your crafts! You have crafted fair! |
COMINIUS. You have brought |
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never |
S' incapable of help. |
BOTH TRIBUNES. Say not we brought it. |
MENENIUS. How! Was't we? We lov'd him, but, like beasts |
And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, |
Who did hoot him out o' th' city. |
COMINIUS. But I fear |
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, |
The second name of men, obeys his points |
As if he were his officer. Desperation |
Is all the policy, strength, and defence, |
That Rome can make against them. |
Enter a troop of citizens |
MENENIUS. Here comes the clusters. |
And is Aufidius with him? You are they |
That made the air unwholesome when you cast |
Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at |
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming, |
And not a hair upon a soldier's head |
Which will not prove a whip; as many coxcombs |
As you threw caps up will he tumble down, |
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; |
If he could burn us all into one coal |
We have deserv'd it. |
PLEBEIANS. Faith, we hear fearful news. |
FIRST CITIZEN. For mine own part, |
When I said banish him, I said 'twas pity. |
SECOND CITIZEN. And so did I. |
THIRD CITIZEN. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very |
many of us. That we did, we did for the best; and though we |
willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our |
will. |
COMINIUS. Y'are goodly things, you voices! |
MENENIUS. You have made |
Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol? |
COMINIUS. O, ay, what else? |
Exeunt COMINIUS and MENENIUS |
SICINIUS. Go, masters, get you be not dismay'd; |
These are a side that would be glad to have |
This true which they so seem to fear. Go home, |
And show no sign of fear. |
FIRST CITIZEN. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home. I |
ever said we were i' th' wrong when we banish'd him. |
SECOND CITIZEN. So did we all. But come, let's home. |
Exeunt citizens |
BRUTUS. I do not like this news. |
SICINIUS. Nor I. |
BRUTUS. Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth |
Would buy this for a lie! |
SICINIUS. Pray let's go. Exeunt |
SCENE VII. |
A camp at a short distance from Rome |
Enter AUFIDIUS with his LIEUTENANT |
AUFIDIUS. Do they still fly to th' Roman? |
LIEUTENANT. I do not know what witchcraft's in him, but |
Your soldiers use him as the grace fore meat, |
Their talk at table, and their thanks at end; |
And you are dark'ned in this action, sir, |
Even by your own. |
AUFIDIUS. I cannot help it now, |
Unless by using means I lame the foot |
Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier, |
Even to my person, than I thought he would |
When first I did embrace him; yet his nature |
In that's no changeling, and I must excuse |
What cannot be amended. |
LIEUTENANT. Yet I wish, sir- |
I mean, for your particular- you had not |
Join'd in commission with him, but either |
Had borne the action of yourself, or else |
To him had left it solely. |
AUFIDIUS. I understand thee well; and be thou sure, |
When he shall come to his account, he knows not |
What I can urge against him. Although it seems, |
And so he thinks, and is no less apparent |
To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly |
And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state, |
Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon |
As draw his sword; yet he hath left undone |
That which shall break his neck or hazard mine |
Whene'er we come to our account. |
LIEUTENANT. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? |
AUFIDIUS. All places yield to him ere he sits down, |
And the nobility of Rome are his; |
The senators and patricians love him too. |
The tribunes are no soldiers, and their people |
Will be as rash in the repeal as hasty |
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