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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 home； 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
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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 To expel
him thence。 I think he'll be to Rome As is the osprey to the fish； who takes
it By sovereignty of nature。 First he was A noble servant to them； but he
could not Carry his honours even。 Whether 'twas pride； Which out of daily
fortune ever taints The happy man； whether defect of judgment； To fail in
the disposing of those chances Which he was lord of； or whether nature；
Not to be other than one thing； not moving From th' casque to th' cushion；
but commanding peace Even with the same austerity and garb As he
controll'd the war； but one of these… As he hath spices of them all… not all；
For I dare so far free him… made him fear'd； So hated； and so banish'd。 But
he has a merit To choke it in the utt'rance。 So our virtues Lie in th'
interpretation of the time； And power； unto itself most commendable； Hath
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not a tomb so evident as a cheer T' extol what it hath done。 One fire drives
out one fire； one nail； one nail； Rights by rights falter； strengths by
strengths do fail。 Come； let's away。 When； Caius； Rome is thine； Thou art
poor'st of all； then shortly art thou mine。 Exeunt
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ACT V。
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SCENE I。 Rome。 A public place
Enter MENENIUS； COMINIUS； SICINIUS and BRUTUS； the two
Tribunes； with others
MENENIUS。 No； I'll not go。 You hear what he hath said Which was
sometime his general； who lov'd 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 urg'd our old acquaintance； and the drops That we
have bled together。 'Coriolanus' He would not answer to； forbid all names；
He was a kind of nothing； titleless； Till he had forg'd himself a name i' th'
fire Of burning Rome。 MENENIUS。 Why； so！ You have made good work。
A pair of tribunes that have wrack'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 th' 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
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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 din'd； 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 pipes and these conveyances of our blood