“You have made good work,/You and your apronmen,” Menenius jeers at the tribunes. “You that stood so much/Upon the voice of occupation and/The breath of garlic-eaters” (4.6.95–98). It is all the fault of working people, with their stinking breaths and their presumptuous insistence on being heard. They—and not Coriolanus—have betrayed Rome.
