And in the power of us the tribunes, we, From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's gates: I' the people's name, I say, it shall be so. Cit. It shall be so, 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. Com. Let me speak: I have been consul, and can show from Rome, Her enemies marks upon me. I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife's estimate, than if I would Speak that 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. I Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek' o'the rotten fens, whose loves I prize (Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Ed. 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; Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, ME NENIUS, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell: the beast With many heads butts me away. - Nay, mother; 3 Subdued. Where is your ancient courage? you were us'd craves A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me 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. Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd Droop not; adieu : — Farewell, my wife! my mother! I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius, general My sometime 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 Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen,) your son + Foolish. Will, or exceed the common, or be caught Vol. 6 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: That's yet unbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. 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. Come. Give me thy hand; [Exeunt. 5 Insidious. 6 Noblest. 7 Exposure. 8 True metal. 1 SCENE II. A Street near the Gate. 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, Bid them home: Sic. Bru. Dismiss them home. [Exit Edile. 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, Nay, and you shall hear some. -Will ? you be gone [To BRUTUS. Vir. You shall stay too: [To SICIN.] I would, I had the power To say so to my husband. |