And would have sent it. Another word, Menenius,
I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
Was my belov'd in Rome: yet thou behold'st!
Auf. You keep a constant temper. 100
Exeunt [Coriolanus and Aufidius].
1. Wat. Now, sir, is your name Menenius?
2. Wat. 'Tis a spell, you see, of much power.
You know the way home again.
1. Wat. Do you hear how we are shent for 104
keeping your greatness back?
2. Wat. What cause, do you think, I have to
swound?
Men. I neither care for the world, nor your 108
general: for such things as you, I can scarce
think there's any, y' are so slight. He that hath
a will to die by himself fears it not from another.
Let your general do his worst. For you, be that 112
you are long; and your misery increase with your
age! I say to you, as I was said to, Away! Exit.
1. Wat. A noble fellow, I warrant him.
2. Wat. The worthy fellow is our general: 116
he's the rock, the oak, not to be wind-shaken.
Scene Three
[The Tent of Coriolanus]
Enter Coriolanus and Aufidius.
Cor. We will before the walls of Rome to-morrow
Set down our host. My partner in this action,
104 shent: scolded
110, 111 He . . . another; cf. n.
112, 113 be . . . long: may you remain long in your present wretched state
