Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, 56
Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.
ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Rome. A Public Place]
Enter Menenius, Cominius, Sicinius, Brutus (the two Tribunes), with Others.
Men. 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; 4
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.
Com. He would not seem to know me.
Men. Do you hear? 8
Com. 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; forbad all names; 12
He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
Till he had forg'd himself a name o' the fire
Of burning Rome.
Men. Why, so: you have made good work!
A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome, 16
To make coals cheap: a noble memory!
3 particular: personal relation
5 knee: crawl on your knees
6 coy'd: held back, showed reluctance
12 forbad: prohibited the use of
14 o': out of
16 rack'd: strained themselves, worked desperately; cf. n.
17 coals: cinders, charcoal
