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As most abated captives, to fome nation
Tliat won you without blows. Despising then
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere------

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Coininius, and others.

[The People fout, and throw up their caps. #d. The people's enemy is gone,

is All. Our enemy is banished; he is gone ! hoo!

hoo !
Sic. Go fee liim out at gates, and follow him
As he hath fellowed you; with all despight
Give him dederved vexation. Let a guard
Aitend us through the city.

cili. Come, come; let's see him out at the gates; The gous preserve our noble tribunes !-come.

[Exeunt.

cone.

ACT

IV:

SCENI, before the Gates of Rome.

Ester CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENE

NIUS, COMIN!US, with the young Nobility of
Rome.

CORIOLANUS.

COME, leave your tears: a brief farewel: the

beait With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother, Where is

ancient courage you were used To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Shewed maltership in floating. Fortune's blows,

your

When most truck home, being gently warded, craves
A noble cunning. You were used to load ine
With precepts, that would make invincible
The heart that conned them.

Vir. Oh heavens! Oh heavens !
Cor. Nay, pr’ythee, woman...

Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in And occupations perifh.

[Rome, Gor. What! what! what! I shall be loved when I am lacked. Nay, mother, Resume that fpirit, when you were wont to say, If you

had been the wife of Hercules
Six of his labours you'd have done, and saved
Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
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 lometime general,
I've seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these fad women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable for okes,
As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother you wot,
My hazards itill have been your solace; and
Believe't not lightly, (tho' I go alone,
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
Makes feared, talked of more than feen:) your son
Will or exceed the common, or be caught
With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. My first fon,
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 theë.

Cor. O the gods !

Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayest hear of us,

And we of thee. So, if the time thruft forth
A cause for thy repeal, we Thall 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 fulf Of the war's furfeits,

go rove with une That's yet unbruised; 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 finile, I pray you, come. While I reinain 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. Cor. Give me thy hand.

[Exeunt. Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS, with the Ædile. Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone; and we'll no

further. Vexed 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 hoine;
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 hoarded plague o'tli 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 fome-Will you be gone?

Vir. You thall stay too:--) would I had the power' To say so to my

husband. Sic. Are you man-kind?

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

Sic. Oh blessed heavens!

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 ?
Vir. What then? he'd make an end of thy po-

sterity. 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.

Brit. I would he had.
Vol. I would he had! 'twas you incensed

the rabble:

Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
As I can of thoie mysteries which Heaven
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 fee) Whom you have banished, does exceed you all..

Brz. 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 fup 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, fy, fy![Exeunt.

Scene changes to 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 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? no. Rom. The same, Sir. i Vol. You had more board when I last saw you,

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