Imatges de pÓgina

Droop not; adieu : farewel, my wife ! my mother !
I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are falter than a younger man's,
And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime Ge-

I've seen thee ftern, and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these fad women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot,
My hazards still have been your solace; and
Believe't not lightly, (tho' I go alone,
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen :) your

Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. My first Son,
Where will you go? take good Cominius
With thee a while, determine on some course,
More than a wild exposure to each chance,
That starts i' th'


before thee. Cor. O the Gods !

Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt reft, that thou may'st hear of us, And we of thee. So, if the time thrust forth, A Cause for thy Repeal, we shall not send O'er the vast world, to seek a single man; And lose advantage, which doth ever cool I th' absence of the needer. Cor. Fare


well :
Thou'st years upon thee, and thou art too full
Of the war's furfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruis'd; bring me but out at gate.
Come, my sweet wife, my deareft mother, and
My friends of noble touch : when I am forth,
Bid me farewel, and smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
Hear from me still, and never of me aught


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But what is like me formerly.

Men. That's worthily
As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep.
If I could shake off but one seven years
From these old arms and legs, by the good Gods,
Id with thee


foot. Cor. Give me thy hand.

Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with the Ædile. Sic. ID them all home, he's gone; and we'll no:

further. Vex'd are the Nobles, who, we see, have fided In his behalf.

Bru. Now we have shewn our Power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing,

Sic. Bid them home;
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient Strength.

Bru. Dismiss them home.
Here comes his Mother.

Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Sic. Let's not meet her. Bru. Why? Sic. They say, she's mad. Bru. They have ta’en note of us: keep on your

way. Vol. Oh, y'are well met: The horded plague o'th' Gods requite your love !

Men. Peace, peace; be not so loud.

Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear Nay, and you shall hear some.-Will you be gone? You shall stay too.

Virg. I would, I had the power. To say so to my. Husband.

Sic. Are you mankind ? Vol. Ay, fool: is that a shame? note but this fool. Was not a Man my Father? hadst thou foxship To banish him that struck' niore blows for Rome. Than thou haft fpoken words

Sic, Oh blessed heav'ns !

Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words,
And for Rome's good I'll tell thee what--yet go
Nay, but thou shalt stay too-- I would, my fon
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.

Sic. What then ?
Virg. What then? he'd make an end of thy Pósterity,

Vol. Bastards, and all.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome

Men. Come, come, peace.

Sic. I would, he had continued to his Country
As he began, and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.

Bru. I would, he had.
Vol. I would, he had ! 'twas


incens'd the rabble : Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those mysteries which Heav'n Will not have Earth to know.

Bru. Pray let us go

Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone. You've done a brave deed: ere you go, hear this : As far as doth the Capitol exceed The meanest house in Rome; so far my Son, This Lady's Husband here, this, (do you see) Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.

Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Sic. Why tay you to be baited
With one that wants her wits ? Exeunt Tribunes.

Vol. Take my prayers with you,
I wish, the Gods had nothing else to do,
But to confirm

my curses ! Could I meet 'em

But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
Of what lies heavy to't.

Men. You've told them home,
And, by my troth, have cause: you'll fup with me?

Vol. Anger's my meat, I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding: come, let's go, Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno like: come, come, fie, fie! [Exeunt.



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Changes to ANTIUM.
Enter a Roman and a Volscian.
Know you well, Sir, and you know me; your

narneI think, is Adrian.
Vol. It is fo, Sir: truly, I have forgot you.

Rom. I am a Roman, but my services are as you are, against 'em.

Know you me yet?
Vol. Nicanor ? 110.
Rom. The fame. Sir.

Vol. You had more beard when I last saw you, but your favour is well appeal'd by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a Note from the Volscian Slate to find you out there. You have well fay'd me a day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrections: the People against the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles.

Vol. Hath been ! is it ended then? our State thinks not so: they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.

Rom. The main blaze of it is paft, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the Nobles receive so to heart the Banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the People, and to pluck from them their Tribunes


for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you; and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.

Vol. Coriolanus banish'd ?
Rom. Banish'd, Sir.

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.

Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's Wife, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great oppofer Coriolanus being now in no request of his Country

Vol. He cannot chuse. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my bufiness, and I will merrily accompany you home.

. Rom. I shall between this and supper iell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their Adversaries. Have you an army ready, fay


Vol. A most royal one. The Centurions and their Charges diftin&tly billeted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning,

Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that fhall set them in present action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company:

Vol. You take my Part for me, Sir, I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together.

[Exeunt. Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, disguis’d and muffled.

Cor. A goodly City is this Antium.-City, 'Tis I, that made thy widows : Many an heir Of these fair edifices for my wars Have I heard groan, and drop: then know Me not, Lest that thy Wives with spits, and boys with stones, In puny battle slay me. Save you, Sir. D5


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