Men. Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
always factionary on the party of your general.[3730]
Sec. Sen. Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say 30
you have, I am one that, telling true under him, must say,
you cannot pass. Therefore go back.
Men. Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
speak with him till after dinner.
First Sen. You are a Roman, are you? 35
Men. I am, as thy general is.[3731]
First Sen. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can
you, when you have pushed out your gates the very defender[3732]
of them, and, in a violent popular ignorance, given your
enemy your shield, think to front his revenges with the easy[3733] 40
groans of old women, the virginal palms of your daughters,[3734]
or with the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as[3735]
you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the intended
fire your city is ready to flame in, with such weak breath as
this? No, you are deceived; therefore, back to Rome, 45
and prepare for your execution: you are condemned; our
general has sworn you out of reprieve and pardon.
Men. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would[3736][3737]
use me with estimation.[3736]
Sec. Sen. Come, my captain knows you not.[3738] 50
Men. I mean, thy general.
First Sen. My general cares not for you. Back, I say,
go; lest I let forth your half-pint of blood;—back,—that's[3739]
the utmost of your having:—back.[3739]