Ædile. The Peoples Enemy is gone, is gone.
All. Our Enemy is banish’d; he is gone. Hoo, hoo.

Sic. Go see him out at Gates, and follow him
As he hath follow'd you; with all despight,
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a Guard
Attend us through the City.

All. Come, come ; lets see him out at the Gates, come The Gods preserve our noble Tribunes, come. [Excunt.

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SCENE without the Walls of Rome. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius,

with the young Nobility of Rome. Ome, leave your Tears: A brief farewel: The Beast

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Cor. C ,

Where is your ancient Courage: You were usd
To say, Extremity was the Trier of Spirits,
That common Chances common Men could bear;
That when the Sea was calm, all Boats alike
Shew'd Mastership in Apating. Fortune's blows
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, cravés
A noble Cunning. You were us’d to load me
With Precepts that would make invincible
The Heart that conn'd them.

Vir. Oh Heavens! O Heavens !
Cor. Nay, I prithee 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 : Farewel my Wife, my Mother, I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenins, Thy Tears are salter than a younger Man's, And venomous to thine Eyes. My (sometime) General, I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld Hearts

Heart-hardning Spectacles. Tell these fad Women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable stroaks,
As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My Mother, you wot not well
My hazards still have been your folace, and
Believ't not lightly, tho' I go alone,
Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fen
Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen: Your Son
Will, or exceed the Common, or be caught
With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. My first son,
Whither will you go? Take good Cominius
With thee a while; determine on some course
More than a wild exposure, to each Chance
Thar starts i'ch way before thee.

Cor. O che 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 fend
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
Thou hast Years upon thee, and thou art coo full
Of the War's 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 Farewell, and smile.

pray you, come:
While I remain above the Ground, you shall
Hear from me still, and never of me ought
But what is like me formerly.

Men. That's worthily
As any Ear can bear. 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.
Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with the Adile.
Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone ; and we'll no further.
The Nobility are vexed, whom we see have fided
In his behalf.

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Brx.

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gone?

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Brn. Now we have thewn our Power, ?'44
Let us fcem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing.

Sic. Bid them home, lay their great Enemy is gone,
And they, stand in their ancient strength.
Bru. Dismiss chem 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:
Th’ hoorded Plague o'th' Gods require your Love.

Men. Peace, peace, be not fo loud.

Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear Nay, and you shall hear some. Will

,

you
Virg. You shall stay too: I would í had the

power To say so to my Husband.

Sic. Are you Mankind?

Vol. Ay, Fool, is that a Shade? Note but this Fool,
Was not a Man my Father? Hadst chou 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?
Virg. What then? He'd make an end of thy Pofterity.

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.

Brw. I would he had.

Vol. I would he had! — 'Twas you incens'd the Rabble. Cats, that can judge as fitly of his Worth, As I can of those Mysteries which Heaven Vol. IV.

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Will not have Earth to know.

Bru. Pray let's go

Vol. Now, pray Sir, get you gone.
You have done a brave deed : E'er 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 Banish'd, does exceed you all.

Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

Sic. Why stand you to be Baited With one that wants her Wits?

[Ex. 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 have told them home,
And by my troch.you have cause: You'll sup with me?

Vol. Anger's my Meat, I sup upon my self,
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, come.
Fie, fie, fie.

[Exeunt. SCENE II. Antium.

Enter a Roman and a Volscie. Rom. I know you well, Sir, and you know me: Your Name, I think, is Adrian.

Vol. It is so, Sir: truly I have forgot you.

Rom. I am a Roman, and my Services are as you are against 'em. Know you me yet?

Vol. Nicanor ? No.
Rom. The same, Sir.

Vol. You had more Beard when I last saw you, but your Favour is well appear’d by your Tongue. What's the News in Rome? I have a Note from the Volscian State to find you out here. You have well saved me a Day's Journey,

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange Insurre&ions : The People i against the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles. Vol. Hath been ! is it ended then ? Qur State thinks not

so;

so; they are in a most Warlike Preparation, and hope to come upon them'in the heat of their Division,

Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it Aime again. For the Nobles receive so to heart the Banish mont of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take all Power from the Peo. ple, and to pluck from them their Tribunes for ever. This lies glowing I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.

Vol. Coriolanus Banish'd ?
Rom. Banish'd, Sir.
Vol. You will be welcome with this Intelligence, Ni.

Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a Man's Wife, is when The's fallen out with her Husband. Your Noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these Wars, his great opposer Cori. olanus being now in no request of his country.

Vol. He cannot chuse. I am most fortunate, thus acci. dentally to encounter you. You have ended my Business, and I will merrily accompany you home. .

Rom. I shall, between this and Supper, tell you mol strange things from Rome ; all tending to the good of their Adversaries. Have you an Army ready, say you?

Vol. A inoft Royal one. The Centurions and their Charges distinctly billected already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.

Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the Man, I think, that shall set them in present Adion. So, Sir, heare’ly well met, and most glad of your Company.

Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together.

[Exeunt. Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, disguis d and mufled.

Cor. A goodly City is this Antinm. City,
'Tis I that made thy Widows: Miny an Heir
Of these fair Edifices, for my Wars
Have I heard groan, and drop: Then know me not,
Lest that thy Wives with Spits, and Boys with Stones,
In puny Battel Clay mı. Save you, Sir.

Enter a Citizer,
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Coro

Cit. And you.