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To banish your defenders; till, at length,
[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius,
Senators, and Patricians.
is gone! Cit. Our enemy's banish'd! he is gone! Hoo!
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.
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,
A noble cunning: you were us’d to load me
Vir. O heavens! O heavens !
Nay, I pr’ythee, woman, — Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in
What, what, what!
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
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
My first son,
O the gods!
Fare ye well:
Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
pray you, come.
Give me thy hand:Come.
A STREET NEAR THE GATE.
Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll
Bru. Now we have shown our power,
Bid them home:
Dismiss them home.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Let's not meet her.
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
[To Brutus. Vir. You shall stay too: [to Sicin.] I would, I
had the power
say so to my husband. Sic.
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