Imatges de pÓgina

Com. Let me speak :
I have been Consul, and can fhew for Rome
Her enemies marks upon me,

I do love
My country's good, with a respect more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
And treasure of my loyns: then if I would
Speak that

Sic. We know your drift. . Speak what?

Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd
As enemy to the people, and his country.
It shall be fo.

All. It shall be so, it Ahall be fo.

Cor. You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate,
As reek o'th' rotten fens; whose loves I prize,
As the dead carcasses of unburied men,
That do corrupt my air : I banish you.
And here remain with your uncertainty !
Let every feeble rumour Thake your hearts,
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair ! have the power till
To banish your defenders, 'till at length,
Your ignorance (which finds not 'till it feels)
Making but reservation of your selves
(Still your own enemies) deliver you
As most abated * captives to some nation
That won you without blows ! Despising then,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back :
There is a world elsewhere

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and Senators,

[The People shout, and throw up their caps Æd. The people's enemy is gone,


gone ! All. Our enemy is banishd; he is gone! Hoo, hoo!

Sic. Go see him out at gates, and follow him
As he hath follow'd you ; with all despight
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard
Attend us through the city.

* Abated here carries the sense of funk and diminishid in fpirit and courage.

All. Come, come ; let's see him out at the gates; come. The Gods preserve our noble Tribunes! come. [Exeunt,



The Gates of Rome.
Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Comi.

nius, with the young Nobility of Rome.
Cor. NOME, leave your tears : a brief farewel: the beast

With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,
Where is your ancient courage ? you were us’d
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits,
That common chances common men could bear j
That when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Shew'd mastership in floating ; Fortune’s blows
When most struck home, being greatly warded, crave
A noble cunning. You were us’d to load me
With precepts that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.

Vir. O heav'ns! O heav'ns!
Cor. Nay, I pr’ythee woman

Vol. Now the red pestilence Atrike all trades in Rome,
And occupations perish!

Cor. What! what! what!
I fall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
If you had been the wife of Hercules,
Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav’d
Your husband so much sweat. Ciminius,
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) General,
I've seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable stroaks,
As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot
My hazards ftill 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 son


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With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. First, my 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' way before thee.

Cor. O the Gods !

Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt ref, that thou may't 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

Thou'st years upon thee, and thou art too full
Of the war's surfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruis’d; bring me but out at gate,
Come, my sweet wife, my dearest 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 ought
But what is like me formerly.

Alen. 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
I'd with thee every foot.
Cor. Give me thy hand.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with ebe Ædile.
Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone; and we'll no further.
Vex'd are the Nobles, who we fee 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. 1
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 hoorded 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? [To Vir, You shall stay too: I would I had the power To say so to thy 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 more blows for Rome,
Than thou haft spoken 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 son
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in hỉs hand,

Sic, What then ?

Vol. What then ?
He'd make an end of thy posterity:
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 you 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 ; fo 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 stay you to be baited With one that wants her wits ?

[Exe. 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 lyes heavy to't.

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

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

SCENE III. Antium.

Enter a Roman and a Volscian. Rom. I know you well, Sir, and you know me : your name, I think, is Adrian,

Vol. It is so, 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 ? no.
Rom. The same, Sir,

Vol. You had more beard 'when I last few you, but your favour is well affeer’d by your tongue. What's the news in Rome > I have a note from the Volfcian state to find you out there. You have well saved me a day's journey.

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

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


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