And in the Power of us the Tribunes, we
(Ev'n from this Inftant) banish him our City,
In peril of Precipitation

From off the Rock Tarpeian, never more

To enter our Rome's Gates. I'th' People's Name,
I fay it fhall be so.

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

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

Com. Let me fpeak:

I have been Conful, and can fhew from Rome,
Her Enemies marks upon me. I do love

My Country's good, with a refpe&t more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own Life,
My dear: Wife's eftimate, her Womb's increase,
And treasure of my Loyns: Then if I would
Speak that-

Sic. We know your drift. Speak what?
Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banifh'd
As Enemy to the People, and his Country.

It shall be fo.

All. It shall be fo, it fhall be fo.

Cor. You common cry of Curs, whose Breath I hate, As reek o' th' rotten Fenns; whofe Loves I prize,

As the dead Carkaffes of unburied Men,
That do corrupt my Air: I banifh you,
And here remain with your uncertainty.
Let every feeble Rumour fhake your Hearts:
Your Enemies, with nodding of their Plumes,
Fan you into Defpair: Have the Power still
To banish your Defenders, till at length,
Your Ignorance (which finds not till it feels,
Making but refervation of your felves
Still your own Foes) deliver you
As most abated Captives, to fome Nation
That won you without Blows, defpifing
For you the City. Thus I turn my Back;
There is a World elsewhere.

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

Edile. The Peoples Enemy is gone, is gone.
All. Our Enemy is banish'd; he is gone. Hoo, hoo.
Sic. Go fee him out at Gates, and follow him
As he hath follow'd you; with all defpight,
Give him deferv'd vexation. Let a Guard
Attend us through the City.

All. Come, come; let's fee him out at the Gates, come. The Gods preferve our noble Tribunes, come.

A CT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

SCENE without the Walls of Rome.

Euter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome.

Cor.

Ome, leave your Tears: A brief Farewel: The Beaft
With many Heads butts me away. Nay, Mother,

Where is your ancient Courage: You were us'd
To fay, 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 floating. Fortune's blows
When moft ftruck 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 Peftilence ftrike all Trades in Rome, And Occupations perish.

Cor. What! what! what!

I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, Mother,
Refume that Spirit, when you were wont to fay,
If you had been the Wife of Hercules,

Six of his Labours you'd have done, and fav'd
Your Husband fo much Sweat. Cominius,
Droop not; Adieu: Farewel my Wife, my Mother,
I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy Tears are falter than a younger Man's,

And venomous to thine Eyes. My (fometime) General,
I have seen thee ftern, and thou haft oft beheld

Heart

Heart-hardning Spectacles. Tell thefe fad Women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable ftroaks,

As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My Mother, you wot not well
My hazards ftill 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 firft Son,

Whither will you go? Take good Cominius
With thee a while; determine on fome courfe
More than a wild expofure, to each Chance
That ftarts i'th' way before thee.

Cor. O the Gods!

Com. I'll follow thee a month, devife with thee
Where thou shalt reft, that thou may'st hear of us,
And we of thee. So if the time thruft forth
A caule for thy Repeal, we shall not fend
O'er the vaft World, to feek a fingle Man,
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
I'th' absence of the needer.

Cor. Fare ye well:

Thou haft Years upon thee, and thou art too full
Of the War's furfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruis'd; Bring me but out at Gate.
Come, my fweet Wife, my deareft, Mother, and
My Friends of Noble touch: When I am forth,
Bid me Farewel, and fimile. I pray you, come:
While I remain above the Ground, you thall
Hear from me ftill, 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 cou'd fhake off but one feven Years

From thefe 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 Edile. Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone; and we'll no further. The Nobility are vexed, whom we fee have fided In his behalf.

Bru

Bru. Now we have fhewn our Power, Let us feem humbler after it is done, Than when it was a doing.

Sic. Bid them home, fay their great Enemy is gone,
And they ftand in their ancient ftrength.

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.
Vol. Oh y'are well met:

Th' hoorded Plague o'th' Gods requite your Love.
Men. Peace, peace, be not fo loud.

Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear
Nay, and you fhall hear fome. Will you be gone?
Virg. You fhall ftay too: I would I had the Power
To fay fo to my Husband.

Sic. Are you Mankind?

Vol. Ay, Fool, is that a Shame ? Note but this Fool,
Was not a Man my Father? Hadft thou Foxfhip
To banish him that ftruck more blows for Rome,
Than thou haft fpoken words-

Sic. Oh bleffed Heav'ns !

Vol. More Noble Blows, than ever thou wife Words,

And for Rome's good

-I'll tell thee what-yet go

Nay, but thou shalt ftay 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. Baftards, 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

VOL. IV.

Ff

Will

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 meaneft Houfe in Rome; fo 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 ftand you to be Baited
With one that wants her Wits?

Vol. Take my Prayers with you.

[Ex. Tribunes

I wish the Gods had nothing else to do,
But to confirm my Curfes. 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,

go,

And by my troth you have caufe: You'll fup with me?
Vol. Anger's my Meat, I fup upon my self,
And fo shall starve with feeding: Come, let's
Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,
In Anger, Juno-like: Come, come, come.
Fie, fie, fie.

Exeunt.

Antium.

1

Enter a Roman and a Volfcie.

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

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

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

Vol. Nicanor? No.

Rom. The fame, Sir.

Vol. You had more Beard when I laft faw you, but your Favour is well appear'd by your Tongue. What's the News in Rome? I have a Note from the Volfcian State to find you out here. You have well faved me a Day's Journey. Rom. There hath been in Rome ftrange Infurrecti

ons The People against the Senators, Patricians, and Noble,.

- Vol. Hath been ! is it ended then? Our State thinks not fo;