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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, V. i

Unheard; what then?

But as a discontented friend, grief-shot

With his unkindness? say 't be so?

Sic. Yet your good will

Must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure

As you intended well.

Men. I'll undertake 't:

I think he'll hear me. Yet, to bite his lip,

And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me.

He was not taken well; he had not din'd:

The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then

We pout upon the morning, are unapt

To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd

These pipes and these conveyances of our blood

With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls

Than in our priestlike fasts: therefore, I'll watch him

Till he be dieted to my request,

And then I'll set upon him.

Bru. You know the very road into his kindness,

And cannot lose your way.

Men. Good faith, I'll prove him,

Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge

Of my success.

Com. He'll never hear him.

Sic. Not?

Com. I tell you he does sit in gold, his eye

Red as 'twould burn Rome, and his injury

The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him;

'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise'; dismiss'd me

 45 grief-shot: pierced with grief

47, 48 after well: proportionate to the goodness of your intention

50 unhearts: dispirits

51 taken well: propitiously encountered

58 dieted to: fed up auspiciously for

62 Speed: turn out

63 Of success: how I shall fare

64 in gold: on golden throne

67 faintly: coldly

