Com. Let me fpeak: I have been Conful, and can fhew for Rome Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banish'd All. It fhall be fo, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs, whofe breath I hate, As reek o'th' rotten fens; whofe loves I prize, As the dead carcaffes 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 nodding of their plumes, Fan you into defpair! have the power ftill To banish your defenders, 'till at length, Your ignorance (which finds not 'till it feels) Making but refervation of your felves (Still your own enemies) deliver you As most abated captives to fome nation That won you without blows! Defpifing 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. Ed. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! All. Our enemy is banish'd; he is gone! Hoo, hoo! As he hath follow'd you; with all despight Attend us through the city. *Abated here carries the fenfe of funk and diminish'd in spirit and courage. All All. Come, come; let's fee him out at the gates; come. The Gods preferve our noble Tribunes! come. [Exeunt. ACT IV, SCENE I. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome. Cor With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother, OME, leave your tears: a brief farewel: the beaft Where is your ancient courage? you were us'd The heart that conn'd them. Vir. O heav'ns! O heav'ns! Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee woman Vol. Now the red peftilence ftrike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish! Cor. What! what! what! I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav'd Droop not; adieu: farewel, my wife, my mother, Thy tears are falter than a younger man's, And venomous to thine eyes. My (fometime) General, Heart-hardning fpectacles. Tell these sad women, 'Tis fond to wail inevitable ftroaks, As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen :) your fon M 2 Will Will or exceed the common, or be caught Where will you go? take good Cominius Cor. O the Gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devife with thee And we of thee. So if the time thrust forth Cor. Fare ye well: Thou'ft years upon thee, and thou art too full Men. That's worthily As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep. From these old arms and legs, by the good Gods I'd with thee every foot. Cor. Give me thy hand. SCENE II. Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with the [Exeunt. dile. 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 feem humbler after it is done, Sic. Bid them home, Say Say their great enemy is gone, and they Bru. Difmifs them home. Here comes his mother. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Sic. Let's not meet her. Bru. Why? Sic. They fay fhe's mad. Bru. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. The hoorded plague o'th' Gods requite your love! Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear To fay fo to thy husband. Sic. Are you mankind? Vol. Ay, fool: is that a fhame? note but this fool. Was not a man my father? hadft thou foxship To banish him that ftruck more blows for Rome, Than thou haft spoken words? Sic. Oh bleffed heav'ns! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wife words, And for Rome's good I'll tell thee what-yet go- Sic. What then? Vol. What then? He'd make an end of thy pofterity: Baftards, 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'n M 3 Will 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: The meanest house in Rome; fo far my fon, Vol. Take my prayers with you. I wish the Gods had nothing else to do, [Exe. Tribunes. But to confirm my curfes. Could I meet 'em Men. You've told them home, let's go,. And by my troth have caufe: you'll fup with me? Enter a Roman and a Volfcian. [To Vir. [Exeunt. Rom. I know you well, Sir, and you know me : your name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. It is fo, Sir: truly I have forgot you.. Rom. I am a Roman, but my fervices are as you are, against 'em. Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? no. Rom. The fame, Sir. Vol. You had more beard when I laft faw you, but your favour is well affeer'd by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volfcian tate to find you out there. You have well faved me a day's journey. Rem. There hath been in Rome ftrange infurrections: the People against the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles. Val. Hath been! is it ended then? our state thinks not fo: they are in a moft warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their divifion. : |