Imatges de pÓgina

Speak that

Com. Let me speak :
I have been Consul, and can shew 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

Sic. We know your drift. Speak what?

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

All. It shall be so, it fhall be so.

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 shake your hearts,
Your enemies, with nodcing of their plumes,
Fan you into despair ! have the power till
To banilh 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 foul, and brow up their capse
Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone !
All. Our enemy is banish'd ; 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 furk and diminiffid in spirit and courage.

An. 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.
TOME, leave your tears : a brief farewel: the beast

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Where is your


courage you were us'd
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits,
That common chances common men could bear ;
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 perith!

Cor. What! what! what!
I shall be lovod, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,

had been the wife of Hercules,
Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd
Your husband so much sweat. Cminius,
Droop not ; adieu : farewel, my wife, my mother,
l'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
And venomous to thine eyes. My (sometime) General,
I've seen thee ftern, and thou hart oft beheld
Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these fad women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable stroaks,
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 son

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Will or exceed the common, or be caught
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 reft, that thou may'st bear of uš,
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 ye well:
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 nie farewel, and smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
Hear from me ftill, and never of me ought
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
I'd with thee every foot,
Cir. Give me thy hand.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus, witb.cbe Ædile.
Sic. Bid 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 hoorded plague o'ch' 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 fo to thy husband.

Sic. Are you mankind ?

Vol. Ay, fool : is that a shame ? note but this fogl.
Was not a man my father ? hadft thou foxship
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,
Than thou haft spoken words ?

Sic, Oh blefled 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 his hand,

Sic. What then ?

Vol. What then ?
He'd make an end of thy pofterity :
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 myfteries which heav'a

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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 banilh'd, does exceed you all.

Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

Sic. Why Atay 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 fup upon my self,
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 lo, Sir: truly I haye 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 fame, Sir.

Vol. You had more beard when I last saw you, but your favour is well affeer'd by your tongue.

What's the news in Rome ? I have a note from the Volscian state to find you out there. You have well saved me a day's journey.

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

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

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