SECOND SENATOR.
Get you gone.
CORIOLANUS.
Stand fast!
We have as many friends as enemies.
MENENIUS.
Shall it be put to that?
FIRST SENATOR.
The gods forbid!
I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
Leave us to cure this cause.
MENENIUS.
For ’tis a sore upon us
You cannot tent yourself. Begone, beseech you.
COMINIUS.
Come, sir, along with us.
CORIOLANUS.
I would they were barbarians, as they are,
Though in Rome littered, not Romans, as they are not,
Though calved i’ th’ porch o’ th’ Capitol.
MENENIUS.
Begone!
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue.
One time will owe another.
CORIOLANUS.
On fair ground
I could beat forty of them.
MENENIUS.
I could myself
Take up a brace o’ th’ best of them, yea, the two tribunes.