Coriolanus (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Menenius to the Watch or Guard.
¶1. Wat. Stay: whence are you.
¶2. Wat. Stand, and go backe.
¶Me. You guard like men, 'tis well. But by your leaue,
¶I am an Officer of State, & come to speak with Coriolanus
¶will no more heare from thence.
¶You'l speake with Coriolanus.
3245Mene. Good my Friends,
¶If you haue heard your Generall talke of Rome,
¶And of his Friends there, it is Lots to Blankes,
¶My name hath touch't your eares: it is Menenius.
¶Mene. I tell thee Fellow,
¶Thy Generall is my Louer: I haue beene
¶The booke of his good Acts, whence men haue read
¶His Fame vnparalell'd, happely amplified:
3255For I haue euer verified my Friends,
¶(Of whom hee's cheefe) with all the size that verity
¶Like to a Bowle vpon a subtle ground
¶1 Faith Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalfe,
¶as you haue vttered words in your owne, you should not
3265liue chastly. Therefore go backe.
¶Men. Prythee fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
¶alwayes factionary on the party of your Generall.
¶speake with him, till after dinner.
¶1 You are a Roman, are you?
¶Mene. I am as thy Generall is.
¶when you haue pusht out your gates, the very Defender
¶of them, and in a violent popular ignorance, giuen your
¶enemy your shield, thinke to front his reuenges with the
¶easie groanes of old women, the Virginall Palms of your
¶cay'd Dotant as you seeme to be? Can you think to blow
¶out the intended fire, your City is ready to flame in, with
¶such weake breath as this? No, you are deceiu'd, therfore
¶backe to Rome, and prepare for your execution: you are
3285condemn'd, our Generall has sworne you out of repreeue
¶and pardon.
¶Mene. Sirra, if thy Captaine knew I were heere,
¶1 Come, my Captaine knowes you not.
3290Mene. I meane thy Generall.
¶I let forth your halfe pinte of blood. Backe, that's the vt-
¶most of your hauing, backe.
¶Mene. Nay but Fellow, Fellow.
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Enter Coriolanus with Auffidius.
¶Corio. What's the matter?
¶perceiue, that a Iacke gardant cannot office me from my
¶thee. The glorious Gods sit in hourely Synod about thy
¶Father Menenius do's. O my Son, my Son! thou art pre-
¶paring fire for vs: looke thee, heere's water to quench it.
¶none but my selfe could moue thee, I haue bene blowne
3310out of your Gates with sighes: and coniure thee to par-
¶don Rome, and thy petitionary Countrimen. The good
¶this Varlet heere: This, who like a blocke hath denyed
3315Corio. Away.
¶Mene. How? Away?
¶Corio. Wife, Mother, Child, I know not. My affaires
¶Are Seruanted to others: Though I owe
3320In Volcean brests. That we haue beene familiar,
¶Then pitty: Note how much, therefore be gone.
¶Your gates against my force. Yet for I loued thee,
3325Take this along, I writ it for thy sake,
¶And would haue sent it. Another word Menenius,
¶I will not heare thee speake. This man Auffidius
¶Was my belou'd in Rome: yet thou behold'st.
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Manet the Guard and Menenius.
¶You know the way home againe.
¶Menen. I neither care for th' world, nor your General:
3340not from another: Let your Generall do his worst. For
Exit
¶1 A Noble Fellow I warrant him.
¶2 The worthy Fellow is our General. He's the Rock,
3345The Oake not to be winde-shaken.
Exit Watch.
