To enter our Rome gates: I' the people's name, It shall be so; let him away: he's banish'd, And so it shall be. Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends; Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Let me speak: Com. Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people, and his country : It shall be so. Cit. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; Fan you into despair! 49 Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,) (Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most Abated captives, to some nation That won you without blows! Despising, [Exeunt Coriolanus, Comirius, Mene- 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, Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; come: The gods preserve our noble tribunes!-Come. VOL. XI. H [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The Sume. Before a Gate of the City. Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell:the beast With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, craves A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me 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 sav'd Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius, Droop not; adieu:-Farewell, my wife! my mother! And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime general As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well, 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 That starts i' the Cor. way before thee. 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 Cor. Fare ye well: Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full That's 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, Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an Edile. 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. Say, their great enemy is gone, Bid them home: and they Dismiss them home. [Exit Edile. |