30811 Cit. The Gods bee good to vs: Come Masters let's

3082home, I euer said we were i'th wrong, when we banish'd

3083him.

30842 Cit. So did we all. But come, let's home. Exit Cit.

3085Bru. I do not like this Newes.

3086Sicin. Nor I.

3087Bru. Let's to the Capitoll: would halfe my wealth

3088Would buy this for a lye.

3089Sicin. Pray let's go. Exeunt Tribunes.

3091Auf. Do they still flye to'th' Roman?

3092Lieu. I do not know what Witchcraft's in him: but

3093Your Soldiers vse him as the Grace 'fore meate,

3094Their talke at Table, and their Thankes at end,

3095And you are darkned in this action Sir,

3096Euen by your owne.

3097Auf. I cannot helpe it now,

3098Vnlesse by vsing meanes I lame the foote

3099Of our designe. He beares himselfe more proudlier,

3100Euen to my person, then I thought he would

3101When first I did embrace him. Yet his Nature

3102In that's no Changeling, and I must excuse

3103What cannot be amended.

3104Lieu. Yet I wish Sir,

3105(I meane for your particular) you had not

3106Ioyn'd in Commission with him: but either haue borne

3107The action of your selfe, or else to him, had left it soly.

3108Auf. I vnderstand thee well, and be thou sure

3109When he shall come to his account, he knowes not

3110What I can vrge against him, although it seemes

3111And so he thinkes, and is no lesse apparant

3112To th' vulgar eye, that he beares all things fairely:

3113And shewes good Husbandry for the Volcian State,

3114Fights Dragon-like, and does atcheeue as soone

3115As draw his Sword: yet he hath left vndone

3116That which shall breake his necke, or hazard mine,

3117When ere we come to our account.

3118Lieu. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'l carry Rome?

3119Auf. All places yeelds to him ere he sits downe,

3120And the Nobility of Rome are his:

3121The Senators and Patricians loue him too:

3122The Tribunes are no Soldiers: and their people

3123Will be as rash in the repeale, as hasty

3124To expell him thence. I thinke hee'l be to Rome

3125As is the Aspray to the Fish, who takes it

3126By Soueraignty of Nature. First, he was

3127A Noble seruant to them, but he could not

3128Carry his Honors eeuen: whether 'was Pride

3129Which out of dayly Fortune euer taints

3130The happy man; whether detect of iudgement,

3131To faile in the disposing of those chances

3132Which he was Lord of: or whether Nature,

3133Not to be other then one thing, not moouing

3134From th' Caske to th' Cushion: but commanding peace

3135Euen with the same austerity and garbe,

3136As he controll'd the warre. But one of these

3137(As he hath spices of them all) not all,

3138For I dare so farre free him, made him fear'd,

3139So hated, and so banish'd: but he ha's a Merit

3140To choake it in the vtt'rance: So our Vertue,

3141Lie in th' interpretation of the time,

3142And power vnto it selfe most commendable,

3143Hath not a Tombe so euident as a Chaire

3144T'extoll what it hath done.

3145One fire driues out one fire; one Naile, one Naile;

3146Rights by rights fouler, strengths by strengths do faile.

3147Come let's away: when Caius Rome is thine,

3148Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. exeunt

3152Menen. No, Ile not go: you heare what he hath said

3153Which was sometime his Generall: who loued him

3154In a most deere particular. He call'd me Father:

3155But what o'that? Go you that banish'd him

3156A Mile before his Tent, fall downe, and knee

3157The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coy'd

3158To heare Cominius speake, Ile keepe at home.

3159Com. He would not seeme to know me.

3160Menen. Do you heare?

3161Com. Yet one time he did call me by my name:

3162I vrg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops

3163That we haue bled together. Coriolanus

3164He would not answer too: Forbad all Names,

3165He was a kinde of Nothing, Titlelesse,

3166Till he had forg'd himselfe a name a'th' fire

3167Of burning Rome.

3168Menen. Why so: you haue made good worke:

3169A paire of Tribunes, that haue wrack'd for Rome,

3170To make Coales cheape: A Noble memory.

3171Com. I minded him, how Royall 'twas to pardon

3172When it was lesse expected. He replyed

3173It was a bare petition of a State

3174To one whom they had punish'd.

3175Menen. Very well, could he say lesse.

3176Com. I offered to awaken his regard

3177For's priuate Friends. His answer to me was

3178He could not stay to picke them, in a pile

3179Of noysome musty Chaffe. He said, 'twas folly

3180For one poore graine or two, to leaue vnburnt

3181And still to nose th' offence.

3182Menen. For one poore graine or two?

3183I am one of those: his Mother, Wife, his Childe,

3184And this braue Fellow too: we are the Graines,

3185You are the musty Chaffe, and you are smelt

3186Aboue the Moone. We must be burnt for you.

3187Sicin. Nay, pray be patient: If you refuse your ayde

3188In this so neuer-needed helpe, yet do not

3189Vpbraid's with our distresse. But sure if you

3190Would be your Countries Pleader, your good tongue

3191More then the instant Armie we can make

3192Might stop our Countryman.

3193Mene. No: Ile not meddle.

3194Sicin. Pray you go to him.

3195Mene. What should I do?

3196Bru. Onely make triall what your Loue can do,

3197For Rome, towards Martius.

3198Mene. Well, and say that Martius returne mee,

3199As Cominius is return'd, vnheard: what then?

3200But as a discontented Friend, greefe-shot

3201With his vnkindnesse. Say't be so?

3202Sicin. Yet your good will

3203Must haue that thankes from Rome, after the measure

3204As you intended well.

3205Mene. Ile vndertak't:

3206I thinke hee'l heare me. Yet to bite his lip,

3207And humme at good Cominius, much vnhearts mee.

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