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MENENIUS: |
How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts |
And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, |
Who did hoot him out o' the city. |
COMINIUS: |
But I fear |
They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, |
The second name of men, obeys his points |
As if he were his officer: desperation |
Is all the policy, strength and defence, |
That Rome can make against them. |
MENENIUS: |
Here come the clusters. |
And is Aufidius with him? You are they |
That made the air unwholesome, when you cast |
Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at |
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming; |
And not a hair upon a soldier's head |
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs |
As you threw caps up will he tumble down, |
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter; |
if he could burn us all into one coal, |
We have deserved it. |
Citizens: |
Faith, we hear fearful news. |
First Citizen: |
For mine own part, |
When I said, banish him, I said 'twas pity. |
Second 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: |
Ye re goodly things, you voices! |
MENENIUS: |
You have made |
Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol? |
COMINIUS: |
O, ay, what else? |
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' the wrong when we banished |
him. |
Second Citizen: |
So did we all. But, come, let's home. |
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 us go. |
AUFIDIUS: |
Do they still fly to the 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 darken'd 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: |
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