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Your felf 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' loweft Hell, Fold in the People:
Call me their Traitor! thou injurious Tribune!
Within thine Eyes fate twenty thousand Deaths,
In thy Hands clutch'd as many Millions, in
Thy lying Tongue, both Numbers, I would fay,
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:1
What you have feen him do, and heard him fpeak,
Beating your Officers, curfing your felves,
Oppofing Laws with Stroaks, and here defying
Those whofe great Power muft try him,
Even this fo Criminal, and in fuch Capital kind,
Deferves th' extreameft Death."

Bru. But fince he hath ferv'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 fteep 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 have't with faying, 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 laft,
Given Hoftile ftroaks, and that not in the prefence
Of dreaded Juftice, but on the Minifters
That do diftribute it. In the Name o'th' People,

And

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 shall be fo.

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

Com. Hear me, my Mafters, 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 refpect 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. We know your drif. Speak what?

Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banish'd As Enemy to the People, and his Country.

It fhall be fo.

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

Cor. You common cry of Curs, whofe 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 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 Defpair: Have the Power ftill
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 elfewhere.

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

Adile. 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 despight,
Give him deferv'd vexation. Let a Guard
Attend us through the City.

All. Come, come; lets fee him out at the Gates, come. The Gods preserve our noble Tribunes, come.

A CT IV.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

SCENE without the Walls of Rome.

Enter 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, cravés
A noble Cunning. You were us'd to load me
With Precepts that would make invincible

The Heart that conn'd them.

Vir. Oh Heavens! O Heavens !

Cor. Nay, I prithee Woman

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 say,

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 feen thee ftern, and thou haft oft beheld

Heart

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

As 'tis 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 practice.

Vol. My first 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 starts 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'ft hear of us,
And we of thee. So if the time thruft forth
A caufe for thy Repeal, we shall not fend
O'er the vast World, to feek a fingle Man,
And lofe 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 Farewell, and fmile. I pray you, come:
While I remain above the Ground, you fhall
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 could shake off but one feven Years

From these 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. 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. d

Bru. Why?

Sic. They fay fhe's mad.

Bru. They have talen 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 shall stay 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 Foxship
To banish him that ftruck more blows for Rome,
Than thou haft fpoken words-

Sic. Oh bleffed Heavens!

Vol. More noble Blows, than ever thou wifeWords, 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?

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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.

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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 Heaven
VOL. IV.

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