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To banish your defenders; till, at length,
Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels)
Making not reservation of yourselves,
(Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most
Abated captives, to some nation
That won you without blows ! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius,

Senators, and Patricians.
Æd. The people's enemy

is
gone,

is gone! Cit. Our enemy's banish'd! he is gone! Hoo!

hoo!
[The people shout, and throw

up

their caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city. Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates;

come: The gods preserve our noble tribunes !—Come.

[Ereunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

THE SAME.

BEFORE A GATE OF THE CITY.

Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Co

minius, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, 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; That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded,

craves

A noble cunning: you were us’d to load me
With precepts, that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.

Vir. O heavens! O heavens !
Cor.

Nay, I pr’ythee, woman, — Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in

Rome,
And occupations perish!
Cor.

What, what, what!
I shall 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 savd
Your husband so much sweat.—Cominius,

Droop not; adieu :-Farewel, my wife! my mo

ther! I'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 ge

neral I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart-hard’ning spectacles; tell these sad women, "Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes, As 'tis to laugh at them.—My mother, you wot

well, My hazards still have been your solace: and Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone, Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear’d, and talk'd of more than seen,) your

son

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

My first son,
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
With thee a-while: Determine on some course,
More than a wild exposture to each chance
That starts i' the way before thee.
Cor.

O the gods!
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, 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' the absence of the needer.
Cor.

Fare ye well:

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Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
Of the wars' 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 aught
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:Come.

[Exeunt,

SCENE II.

THE SAME.

A STREET NEAR THE GATE.

)

Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll

no further.-
The nobility are vex’d, who, we see, have sided
In his behalf.

Bru. Now we have shown 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.

[Exit Ædile.

Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Here comes his mother.
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. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague

o'the gods Requite your love! Men.

Peace, peace; be not so loud. Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should

hear, -
you
shall hear some.-Will you be gone?

[To Brutus. Vir. You shall stay too: [to Sicin.] I would, I

Nay, and

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 more blows for Rome, Than thou hast spoken words? Sic.

O blessed heavens! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise

words; And for Rome's good.- I'll tell thee what;-Yet

go:

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