Men. I'll undertake 't:[3703]
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 dined: 50
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[3704]
These pipes and these conveyances of our blood[3705]
With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls 55
Than in our priest-like 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,[3706] 60
Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge[3706]
Of my success. [Exit.
Com. He'll never hear him.
Sec. Not?[3707]
Com. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye[3708]
Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury
The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him; 65
'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise;' dismiss'd me
Thus, with his speechless hand: what he would do,
He sent in writing after me; what he would not,[3709][3710]
Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:[3710][3711][3712]
So that all hope is vain,[3710][3711][3713] 70
Unless his noble mother, and his wife;[3713][3714]
Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him[3713][3715]
For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,[3716]
And with our fair entreaties haste them on. [Exeunt.
Scene II. Entrance of the Volscian camp before Rome. Two Sentinels on guard.
Enter to them, Menenius.[3717]
First Sen. Stay: whence are you?[3718]