| ACT V SCENE II | Entrance of the Volscian camp before Rome. | |
| | Two Sentinels on guard. | |
| | Enter to them, MENENIUS | |
| First Senator | Stay: whence are you? | |
| Second Senator | Stand, and go back. | |
| MENENIUS | You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave, | 5 |
| | I am an officer of state, and come | |
| | To speak with Coriolanus. | |
| First Senator | From whence? | |
| MENENIUS | From Rome. | |
| First Senator | You may not pass, you must return: our general | 10 |
| | Will no more hear from thence. | |
| Second Senator | You'll see your Rome embraced with fire before | |
| | You'll speak with Coriolanus. | |
| MENENIUS | Good my friends, | |
| | If you have heard your general talk of Rome, | 15 |
| | And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks, | |
| | My name hath touch'd your ears it is Menenius. | |
| First Senator | Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name | |
| | Is not here passable. | |
| MENENIUS | I tell thee, fellow, | 20 |
| | The general is my lover: I have been | |
| | The book of his good acts, whence men have read | |
| | His name unparallel'd, haply amplified; | |
| | For I have ever verified my friends, | |
| | Of whom he's chief, with all the size that verity | 25 |
| | Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes, | |
| | Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground, | |
| | I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise | |
| | Have almost stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow, | |
| | I must have leave to pass. | 30 |
| First Senator | Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his | |
| | behalf as you have uttered words in your own, you | |
| | should not pass here; no, though it were as virtuous | |
| | to lie as to live chastely. Therefore, go back. | |
| MENENIUS | Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius, | 35 |
| | always factionary on the party of your general. | |
| Second Senator | Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say you | |
| | have, I am one that, telling true under him, must | |
| | say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back. | |
| MENENIUS | Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not | 40 |
| | speak with him till after dinner. | |
| First Senator | You are a Roman, are you? | |
| MENENIUS | I am, as thy general is. | |
| First Senator | Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you, | |
| | when you have pushed out your gates the very | 45 |
| | 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 palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as | 50 |
| | you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the | |
| | intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with | |
| | such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived; | |
| | therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your | |
| | execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn | 55 |
| | you out of reprieve and pardon. | |
| MENENIUS | Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would | |
| | use me with estimation. | |
| Second Senator | Come, my captain knows you not. | |
| MENENIUS | I mean, thy general. | 60 |
| First Senator | My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; lest | |
| | I let forth your half-pint of blood; back,--that's | |
| | the utmost of your having: back. | |
| MENENIUS | Nay, but, fellow, fellow,-- | |
| | Enter CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS | |
| CORIOLANUS | What's the matter? | 65 |
| MENENIUS | 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 guardant cannot office me from | |
| | my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainment | |
| | with him, if thou standest not i' the state of | 70 |
| | hanging, or of some death more long in | |
| | spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now | |
| | presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. | |
| | To CORIOLANUS | |
| | The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy | |
| | particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than | 75 |
| | thy old father Menenius does! O my son, my son! | |
| | thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's | |
| | water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to | |
| | thee; but being assured none but myself could move | |
| | thee, I have been blown out of your gates with | 80 |
| | sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy | |
| | petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy | |
| | wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet | |
| | here,--this, who, like a block, hath denied my | |
| | access to thee. | 85 |
| CORIOLANUS | Away! | |
| MENENIUS | How! away! | |
| CORIOLANUS | Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs | |
| | Are servanted to others: though I owe | |
| | My revenge properly, my remission lies | 90 |
| | In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar, | |
| | Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather | |
| | Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone. | |
| | Mine ears against your suits are stronger than | |
| | Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee, | 95 |
| | Take this along; I writ it for thy sake | |
| | Gives a letter | |
| | And would have rent it. Another word, Menenius, | |
| | I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius, | |
| | Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st! | |
| AUFIDIUS | You keep a constant temper. | 100 |
| | Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS | |
| First Senator | Now, sir, is your name Menenius? | |
| Second Senator | 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the | |
| | way home again. | |
| First Senator | Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your | |
| | greatness back? | 105 |
| Second Senator | What cause, do you think, I have to swoon? | |
| MENENIUS | I neither care for the world nor your general: for | |
| | such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, | |
| | ye're so slight. He that hath a will to die by | |
| | himself fears it not from another: let your general | 110 |
| | do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and | |
| | your misery increase with your age! I say to you, | |
| | as I was said to, Away! | |
| | Exit | |
| First Senator | A noble fellow, I warrant him. | |
| Second Senator | The worthy fellow is our general: he's the rock, the | 115 |
| | oak not to be wind-shaken. | |
| | Exeunt | |