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Bru. You know the very road into his kindness,
Men. Good faith, I'll prove him,
Com. I tell you, he does fit in gold, his eye
Enter Menenius to the Watch or Guard. · Watcha Tay: whence are you?
2 Watch. Standand back.
i Watch. Whence ?
[General 1 Watch. You may not pass, you must return : our Will no more hear from thence.
2 Watch. You'll see your Romeembrac'd with fire, before You'll speak with Coriolanus.
Men. Good my friends,
i Watch. Be it fo, go back: the virtue of
Thy General is my lover : I have been
Men. Pr'ythee, fellow, remember, my name is Menenius; always factionary of the party of your General.
ż Watch. Howsoever you have been his liar, (as you fay, you have;) I am one that, telling true under him, muft fay, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
Men. Has he din'd, canst thou tell for I would not speak with him 'till after dinner.
1 Watch. You are a Roman, are you?
1 Watch. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can
you have push'd out of your gates the very defender of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with the palfied intercession of such a decay'd dotard as you seem to
think to blow out the intended fire your city is ready to fame in, with such weak breath as this ? no, you are deceiv*d, therefore back to Rome, and prepare for your execution; you are condemn’d, our General has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
Men. Sirrah, if thy Captain knew I were here, he would use me with estimation.
1 Watch. Come, my Captain knows you not.
be? can you
say, go; left I let forth your half pint of blood. Backi, that's the utmost of your having, back. Men. Nay, but fellow, fellow,
Enter Coriolanus, with Aufidius. Cor. What's the matter?
Men. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you; you shall know now, that I am in estimation; you shall perceive, that a Jack-gardant cannot office me from my son Coriolanus; guess but my entertainment with him; if thou stand'st not i'th' state of hanging, or of fome death more long in spectatorship, and crueller in suffering, behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee.- The glorious gods fit in hourly fy.nod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old father Menenius does ! Oh my son, my son! thou art preparing fire for us ; look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly mov'd to come to thee; but being assured, none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of our gates with fighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary countrymen.. The good gods afiuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet here ; this, who, like a block, hath denied my access to thee
Cor. Wife, mother, child, I know. not. My affairs
Tban piry: Note bow mucb-] We cannot defire a more fignal inftance of the indolent stupidity of our editors. Forgetfulness might poijon, in not remembering a con. versation of friendship, but how could it, in such an action, be said to picy too? The pointing is absurd; and the sentiment consequenily funk into nonsense. As I have regulated the stops, both Dr. Thirlby a id Mr. Warburton saw with me, they ought to be regulared..! have ftill ventur'd beyond my ingenious friends, in changing poison
Ingrate forgetfulness shall prison, rather
[Gives him a letter,
Manent the Guard, and Menenius.
2 Watch. "Tis a fpell, you see, of much power : you know the way home again.
1 Watch. Do you hear, how we are fhent for keeping your greatnefs back?
2 Wateh. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?
Men. I neither care for the world, nor your Gene. sal: for such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, y'are so flight. He, that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another: let your General do his worst. For you, be what you are, long; and your misery encrease with your age! I say to you, as I was said to, away!
Re-enter Coriolanus and Aufidius.
Auf. Only their ends you have respected; stopt
Never admitted private whisper, no,
Cor. This last old man,
with Attendants all in Mourning,
Virg. My Lord and husband!
Virg. The forrow, that delivers us thus chang'd,