COMINIUS. Ay, and you’ll look pale Before you find it other. All the regions Do smilingly revolt, and who resists Are mocked for valiant ignorance And perish constant fools. Who is’t can blame him? Your enemies and his find something in him. MENENIUS. We are all undone unless The noble man have mercy. COMINIUS. Who shall ask it? The Tribunes cannot do’t for shame; the people Deserve such pity of him as the wolf Does of the shepherds. For his best friends, if they Should say “Be good to Rome,” they charged him even As those should do that had deserved his hate And therein showed like enemies. MENENIUS. ’Tis true. If he were putting to my house the brand That should consume it, I have not the face To say “Beseech you, cease.”—You have made fair hands, You and your crafts! You have crafted fair! COMINIUS. You have brought A trembling upon Rome such as was never S’ incapable of help. TRIBUNES. Say not we brought it. MENENIUS. How? Was it we? We loved him, but like beasts And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters, Who did hoot him out o’ th’ city. COMINIUS. But I fear They’ll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius, The second name of men, obeys his points As if he were his officer. Desperation Is all the policy, strength, and defence That Rome can make against them. Enter a troop of Citizens. MENENIUS. Here comes the clusters.— And is Aufidius with him? You are they That made the air unwholesome when you cast Your stinking, greasy caps in hooting at Coriolanus’ exile. Now he’s coming, And not a hair upon a soldier’s head Which will not prove a whip. As many coxcombs As you threw caps up will he tumble down And pay you for your voices. ’Tis no matter. If he could burn us all into one coal We have deserved it. ALL CITIZENS. Faith, we hear fearful news. FIRST CITIZEN. For mine own part, When I said banish him, I said ’twas pity. SECOND CITIZEN. And so did I. THIRD CITIZEN. And so did I. And, to say the truth, so did very many of us. That we did we did for the best; and though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will. COMINIUS. You are goodly things, you voices! MENENIUS. You have made good work, you and your cry!— Shall’s to the Capitol? COMINIUS. O, ay, what else? [_Exeunt Cominius and Menenius._] SICINIUS. Go, masters, get you home. Be not dismayed. These are a side that would be glad to have This true which they so seem to fear. Go home, And show no sign of fear. FIRST CITIZEN. The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let’s home. I ever said we were i’ th’ wrong when we banished him. SECOND CITIZEN. So did we all. But, come, let’s home. [_Exeunt Citizens._] BRUTUS. I do not like this news. SICINIUS. Nor I. BRUTUS. Let’s to the Capitol. Would half my wealth Would buy this for a lie! SICINIUS. Pray let’s go. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VII. A camp at a short distance from Rome Enter Aufidius with his Lieutenant. AUFIDIUS. Do they still fly to th’ Roman?