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Ædile. The Peoples Enemy is gone, is gone.
Sic. Go see him out at Gates, and follow him
All. Come, come ; lets see him out at the Gates, come The Gods preserve our noble Tribunes, come. [Excunt.
A C T IV. SCENE I.
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
Cor. C ,
Where is your ancient Courage: You were usd
Vir. Oh Heavens! O Heavens !
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,
Vol. My first son,
Cor. O che Gods!
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
unbruis'd ; Bring me but out at Gate.
pray you, come:
Men. That's worthily
Brn. Now we have thewn our Power, ?'44
Sic. Bid them home, lay their great Enemy is gone,
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Vol. Oh y'are well met:
Men. Peace, peace, be not fo loud.
Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear Nay, and you shall hear some. Will
power To say so to my Husband.
Sic. Are you Mankind?
Vol. Ay, Fool, is that a Shade? Note but this Fool,
Sic. Oh blessed Heavens !
Vol. More noble Blows, than ever thou wise Words,
Sic. What then?
Vol. Bastards, and all.
Men. Come, come, peace
Sic. I would he had continued to his Country
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.
Will not have Earth to know.
Bru. Pray let's go
Vol. Now, pray Sir, get you gone.
Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Sic. Why stand you to be Baited With one that wants her Wits?
Men. You have told them home,
Vol. Anger's my Meat, I sup upon my self,
[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.
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; 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. 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,
Enter a Citizer,
Cit. And you.