To banish your defenders; till, at length, That won you without blows! Despising, [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. Attend us through the city. Let a guard Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates; come: The gods preserve our noble tribunes!-Come. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. THE SAME. BEFORE A GATE OF THE CITY. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewel:the beast With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, 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. What, what, what! I shall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd Droop not; adieu:-Farewel, my wife! my mo ther! I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius, And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime general 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 Will, or exceed the common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Vol. My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius 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 Cor. Fare ye well: Thou hast 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, Cor. Come. Give me thy hand: [Exeunt. SCENE II. THE SAME. 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 Bru. Now we have shown our power, Let us seem humbler after it is done, Than when it was a doing. Sic. Bid them home: Say, their great enemy is gone, and they 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. Sic. Are you mankind? Vol. Ay, fool; Is that a shame?-Note but this, fool. Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Than thou hast spoken words? Sic. O blessed heavens! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what;-Yet go: |