My country's good, with a refpect more tender, Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banish'd As enemy to the people, and his country. It shall be fo. All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo. Cor. You common cry of curs, whofe breath I hate, As reek o' th' rotten fens; whofe loves I prize, As the dead carcaffes of unburied men, That do corrupt my air: I banish you. [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and Senators. All. Come, come; let's fee him out at the gates; come. The Gods preferve our noble Tribunes! come. [Exeunt. ACT (a) Abated here carries the fenfe of funk and diminish'd in fpirit and courage. ACT IV. SCENE I. The Gates of Rome. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, CORIOLANUS. Ome, 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 fay, extremity was the trier of fpirits, That common chances common men could bear; The heart that conn'd them. Vir. O heav'ns! O heav'ns! Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee, woman Vol. Now the red peftilence ftrike all trades in Rome, And occupations perifh! Cor. What! what! what! I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, If you had been the wife of Hercules, Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav'd Droop not; adieu: farewel, my wife, my mother, And venomous to thine eyes. My (fometime) General, 9 gently warded, craves I've I've seen thee ftern, and thou haft oft beheld Heart-hardning fpectacles. Tell these fad women, 'Tis fond to wail inevitable ftroaks, As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot My hazards ftill have been your folace; and Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen :) your fon Will or exceed the common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Vol. First, my fon, Where will you go? take good Cominius With thee a while; determine on some course, More than a wild exposure to each chance, That ftarts i' th' way before thee. Cor. O the Gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devife with thee A cause for thy repeal, we fhall not fend Cor. Fare ye well: Thou'ft years upon thee, and thou art too full Men. That's worthily As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep. From these old arms and legs, by the good Gods My first fon, I'd I'd with thee every foot. Cor. Give me thy hand. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with the Edile. Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone; and we'll no further. Vex'd are the Nobles, who we see have fided In his behalf. Bru. Now we have fhewn our power, Let us feem humbler after it is done, Sic. Bid them home, Say their great enemy is gone, and they Bru. Difmifs them home. Here comes his mother. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Sic. Let's not meet her. Bru. Why? Sic. They fay fhe's mad. Bru. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. The hoorded plague o' th' Gods requite your love! Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear Nay, and you fhall hear fome. Will you be gone? [To Virgilia. 'You shall stay too: I would I had the power 3 To fay fo to 'thy` husband.` Sic. Are you mankind? Vol. Ay, fool: is that a fhame? note but this fool. 2 The remainder of this fpeech to Virg. in former edit. Sic. Sic. Oh bleffed heav'ns! yet go Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wife words, Sic. What then? +'Vol. What then? He'd make an end of thy pofterity: 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. Bru. 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 thofe myfteries which heav'n Will not have earth to know. Bru. Pray let us go. Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone. You've done a brave deed: ere you go, hear this: The meanest houfe in Rome; fo far my fon Vol. Take my prayers with you. I wifh the Gods had nothing else to do, [Exe. Tribunes. But to confirm my curfes. Could I meet 'em Men. You've told them home, Virg. What then? he'd make an end of thy pofterity Vol. Baftards, &c. And |