Carry his honours even whether 't was pride, From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace Even with the same austerity and garb As he controlled the war; but one of these As he hath spices of them all, not all, For I dare so far free him-made him feared; Lie in the interpretation of the time; And power unto itself most commendable To 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 'rt poor'st of all; then, shortly art thou mine. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I.-Rome. A Public Place. Enter MENENIUS, COMINIUS, SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and others. Men. No, I'll not go; you hear what he hath said, Which was sometime his general; who loved him Do you hear? Men. Till he had forged himself a name 'o the fire Men. Why, so; you have made good work: 162 CORIOLANUS. A pair of tribunes that have wracked fair Rome, Com. I minded him, how royal 't was to pardon When it was less expected: he replied, It was a rare petition of a state Men. Very well could he say less? For 's private friends: his answer to me was, Of noisome, musty chaff. He said, 't was folly, For one poor grain or two to leave unburnt Men. For one poor grain or two! I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child, you are smelt you. Sic. Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aid In this so never-needed help, yet do not Sic. Pray you, go to him. Men. What should I do? Bru. Only make trial what your love can do For Rome, towards Marcius. Men. Well; and say that Marcius Return me, as Cominius is returned, Unheard ;-but as a discontented friend Griefshot with his unkindness. Say it be so; what then? And hum at good Cominius much unhearts me. Till he be dieted to my request, And then I'll set upon him. Bru. You know the very road into his kindness And cannot lose your way. Men. Good faith, I'll prove him. Speed how it will, I shall ere long have knowledge Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye Red as 't would burn Rome; and his injury The gaoler to his pity. I kneeled before him ; "T was very faintly he said, "Rise;" dismissed 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 hold to his conditions : So that all hope is vain, Unless in 's 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. SCENE II.—The Volscian Camp before Rome. The Guards at their stations. Enter to them MENENIUS. 1 G. Stay whence are you? |