ACT V
SCENE I Rome. A public place.


 [Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, BRUTUS,
 and others]

MENENIUS No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said
 Which was sometime his general; who loved 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 urged our old acquaintance, and the drops
 That we have bled together. Coriolanus
 He would not answer to: forbad all names;
 He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
 Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire
 Of burning Rome.

MENENIUS Why, so: you have made good work!
 A pair of tribunes that have rack'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 the 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 dined:
 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 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]




 CORIOLANUS


ACT V