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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, V. i

Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,

Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.

Exeunt.

 

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;

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?

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;

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,

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

