Men. I could myself[3225]
Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the two tribunes.[3225][3226]
Com. But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; 245
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
Against a falling fabric. Will you hence
Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
What they are used to bear.
Men. Pray you, be gone: 250
I'll try whether my old wit be in request[3227]
With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
With cloth of any colour.
Com. Nay, come away.
[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others.[3228]
First Patrician. This man has marr'd his fortune.[3229]
Men. His nature is too noble for the world: 255
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:[3230]
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death. [A noise within. 260
Here's goodly work!
Sec. Pat. I would they were a-bed![3231]
Men. I would they were in Tiber! What, the vengeance,[3232]
Could he not speak 'em fair?[3232]
Re-enter Brutus and Sicinius, with the rabble.[3233]