Act 5. Scene IV
Enter MENENIUS and SICINIUS MENENIUS See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond corner-stone? SICINIUS Why, what of that? MENENIUS If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the ladies of Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him. But I say there is no hope in't: our throats are sentenced and stay upon execution. SICINIUS Is't possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man! MENENIUS There is differency between a grub and a butterfly; yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a creeping thing. SICINIUS He loved his mother dearly. MENENIUS So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness of
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