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.

cc Hee

3208He was not taken well, he had not din'd,

3209The Veines vnfill'd, our blood is cold, and then

3210We powt vpon the Morning, are vnapt

3211To giue or to forgiue; but when we haue stufft

3212These Pipes, and these Conueyances of our blood

3213With Wine and Feeding, we haue suppler Soules

3214Then in our Priest-like Fasts: therefore Ile watch him

3215Till he be dieted to my request,

3216And then Ile set vpon him.

3217Bru. You know the very rode into his kindnesse,

3218And cannot lose your way.

3219Mene. Good faith Ile proue him,

3220Speed how it will. I shall ere long, haue knowledge

3221Of my successe. Exit.

3222Com. Hee'l neuer heare him.

3223Sicin. Not.

3224Com. I tell you, he doe's sit in Gold, his eye

3225Red as 'twould burne Rome: and his Iniury

3226The Gaoler to his pitty. I kneel'd before him,

3227'Twas very faintly he said Rise: dismist me

3228Thus with his speechlesse hand. What he would do

3229He sent in writing after me: what he would not,

3230Bound with an Oath to yeeld to his conditions:

3231So that all hope is vaine, vnlesse his Noble Mother,

3232And his Wife, who (as I heare) meane to solicite him

3233For mercy to his Countrey: therefore let's hence,

3234And with our faire intreaties hast them on. Exeunt