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Keep Rome in Safety, and the Chairs of Justice
Supplied with worthy Men, plant Love amongst you,
Through our large Temples, with the shews of Peace.

Cor. And not our Streets with War.
I Sen. Amen, Amen.
Mon. A noble Wish.

Enter the Ædile with the Flebeians.
Sic. Draw near, ye People.

Ad. List to your Tribunes: Audience;
Peace, I say.

Cor. Firft, hear me speak,
Both Tri. Well, say: Peace, ho.
Cor. Shall I be charg'd no further than this present?
Muft all determine here?

Sic. I do demand,
If you submit you to the Peoples Voices,
Allow their officers, and are contert
To suffer lawful Censure for such Faults
As fhall be prov'd upon you ?.

Cor. I am content,

Men. Lo, Citizens, he says he is content: The warlike Service he has done, consider; think Upon the Wounds his Body bears, which new Like Graves i' th' holy Church-yard.

Cor. Scratches with Briars, Scars to move
Laughter only.

Men, Confider further:
That when he speaks not like a Citizen,
You find him like a Soldier; do not take
His rougher Axions for malicious Sounds:
But, as I say, such as become a Soldier,
Rather than envy you,

Com. Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,
That being past for Consul with full Voice,
I am dishonour'd, that the very hour
You take it off again?

Sic. Answer to us.
Cor. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so.

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to take
From Rome all fialo.'d Office, and to wind

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Your self unto a Power Tyrannical,
For which you are a Traitor to the People.

Cor. How? Traitor
Men. Nay, temperately: your Promise. .

Cor. The Fires i th' lowest Hell, Fold in the People:
Call me their Traitor! thou injurious Tribune !
Within thine Eyes sate twenty Thousand Deaths,
In thy Hands clutch'd as many Millions, in
Thy lying Tongue both Numbers, I would say,
Thou lyeft unto thee, with a Voice as free,
As I do pray the Gods.

Sic. Mark you this, People?
All. To th' Rock with him.

Sic, Peace:
We need not put new matter to his Charge:
What you have seen him do, and heard kim speak,
Beating your Officers, cursing your felves,
Oppofing Laws with Stroaks, and here defying
Those whose great Power must try him,
Even this fo Criminal, and in such Capital kind,
Deserves th’extreamest Death.

Bru. But since he hath serv'd well for Rome
Cor. What do you prate of Service ?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.
Cor. You?
Men. Is this the promise that you made your Mother ?
Com. Know, I pray you.

Cor. I'll know no farther:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian Death,
Vagabond Exile, Fleaing, pent to linger
But with a Grain a Day, I would not buy
Their Mercy, at the price of one fair word,
Nor check my Courage for what they can give,
To hav't with saying, Good morrow.,

Sic. For that he has
(As much as in him lyes) from time to time
Envy'd against the People: feeking Means
To pluck away their Power; as now at last,
Given hostile stroaks, and that not in the presence
Of dreaded Justice, but on the Ministers
That do dittrubute it. In the Name o'ch' People,


And in the Power of us the Tribunes, we
(Ev'n from this Instant) banish him our City,
In peril of Precipitation
From off the Rock Tarpeian, never more
To enter our Rome's Gates. I'ch' People's Name,
I say it shall be so.

All. It shall be so, it shall be fo; Let him away:
He's Banish'd, and it shall be so.

Com. Hear me, my Masters, and my common Friends---
Sic. He's Sentenc'd: No more Hearing.

Com. Lec me speak:
I have been Consul, and can shew from Rome,
Her Enemies marks upon me. I do love
My Country's good, with a respe& more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own Life,
My dear: Wife's estimate, her Womb's increase,
And treasure of my Loyns: Then if I would
Speak that

Sic. Weknow 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 shall be fo, it shall be fo.

Cor. You common cy of Curs, whose Breath I hate,
As reek o'th' rotten Feons; whose Loves I prize,
As the dead Carkasses of unburied Men,
That do corrupt my Air: I banish you,
And here remain with your uncertainty:
Let every feeble Rumour shake your Hearts:
Your Enemies, with nodding of their Plumes,
Fan you into Despair: Have the Power still
To banish your Defenders, till at length,
Your Ignorance (which finds nor till it feels,
Making but réservation of
Still your own Foes) deliver you
As most abated Caprives, to fome Nation
That won you without Blows, despising
For you the City.

the City. Thus I turn my Back; There is a World elsewhere.

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. [The People shout, and throw up their Caps.

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Ædile. The Peoples Enemy 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; let's see him out at the Gates, come, The Gods preserve our noble Tribunes, come. [Exeunt.


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

with the young Nobility of Rome. Cor. Come : A

leave your Tears: A brief Farewel: The Beast

Heads away. Nay, Mother,
Where is your ancient Courage: You were us'd
To say, Excremity was the Trier of Spirits,
That common Chances comnion Men could bear;
That when the Sea was calm, all Boats alike
Shewid Maftership in floating. Fortune's blows
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
A noble Cunning. You were us'd to load me
With Precepts that would make invincible
The Heart that conn'd them.

Vir. Oh Heav'ns! O Heav'ns!
Cor. Nay, I prithee Waman-

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,

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 Menénius,
Thy, Tears are salter than a younger Man's,
And venomous to thine Eyes. My (sometime) General,
I have seen thee ftern, and thou hast oft beheld Heart

Heart-hardning Spectacles. Tell these fad Women,
'Tis fond to wal inevitable ftroaks,
As 'cis 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 prođice.

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

Cor. O the Gods!

Com. I'll follow chee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us,
And we of thee. So if the time thruit forth
A caule for thy Repeal, we shall not send
O'er the vast World, to seek a single Man,
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
l'th' absence of the needer.

Cor. Fare ye well:
Thou hast Years upon thee, and thou art too 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 Farewel, and smile. I pray you, come:
While I remain above the Ground, you thall
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 feven Years
From these old Arms and Legs, by the good Gods
Id with thee every foot.
Cor. Give me thy Hand, come.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with the Ædile.
Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone; and we'll no further.
"he Nobility are vexed, whom we see have fided
In his behalf.


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