Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate 120 As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; 130 [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius, Senators and Patricians. Ed. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Citizens. Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo! [They all shout, and throw up their caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, Citizens. Come, come, let's see him out at gates; come. 140 [Exeunt. ACT FOURTH. Scene I. Rome. Before a gate of the city. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell: the beast craves A noble cunning: you were used to load me The heart that conn'd them. Vir. O heavens! O heavens! Cor. Nay, I prithee, woman, Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, Cor. What, what, what! Six of his labours you 'ld have done, and saved ΙΟ Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother. Vol. Thy tears are salter than a younger man's, As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen 30 Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen your son With cautelous baits and practice. My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius Cor. Cor. Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send 40 Fare ye well: Men. While I remain above the ground, you shall That's worthily As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep. The same. A street near the gate. Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius and Brutus, Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we 'll no further. Bru. Sic. Bru. Now we have shown our power, Bid them home: Say their great enemy is gone, and they Dismiss them home. [Exit Ædile. Here comes his mother. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Sic. Bru. Let's not meet her. Why? Sic. They say she's mad. ΙΟ Bru. They have ta’en note of us: keep on your way. gods Requite your love! Men. Nay, and you shall hear some. [To Brutus] Will Vir. [To Sicinius] You shall stay too: I would I had the Sic. Are you mankind? Note but this fool. To banish him that struck more blows for Rome O blessed heavens! 20 Sic. Vir. What then? What then! He 'ld make an end of thy posterity. Vol. 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. 30 Bru. I would he had. |