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To enter our Rome gates: l' the people's name,
I say, it shall be so.

It shall be so,
It shall be so; let him away: he's banish’d,
'And so it shall be.
Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common

friends;-Sic. He's sentenc'd: no more hearing. Com.

Let me speak : I have been consul, and can show from Rome, Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase, And treasure of my loins: than if I would Speak that

Sic. We know your drift: Speak what?

Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banishid,
As enemy to the people, and his country:
It shall be so.

It shall be so, it shall be so.
Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I

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;
And here remain with

your uncertainty!
Let every
feeble rumour shake


hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,

Fan you into despair! 49 Have the power still
To banish your defenders; till, at length,
Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,)
Making not reservation of yourselves,
(Still your own foes,) deliver you, as most
'Abated captives, to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my

back: There is a world elsewhere.

[Exeunt Curiolanus, Conirius, Mene

nius, Senators, and Patricians. Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Cit. Our enemy's banish'd! he is gone! 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. Let a guard Attend us through the city.

Cit. Come, come, let us see him out at gates;


The gods preserve our noble tribunes !-Come.


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The Sume. Before a Gate of the City. Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell:

the beast With many heads butts me away.--Nay, mother, Where is your ancient courage? you were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike Show'd mastership in floating: 50 fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded,


A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
With precepts, that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.

Vir. O heavens! O heavens!

Nay, I pr’ythee, woman, Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in

And occupations perish!

What, what, what!
I shall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
Resume 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 sav'd

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Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius,
Droop not; adieu:-Farewell, my wife! my mother!
I'll do well yet. -Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
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
Believe't not lightly, (though I go alone,
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.

My first son,
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
With thee a while: Determine on some course,
More than a wild exposture to each chance
That starts i’ the way before thee.

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
O'er the vast world, to seek a single man;
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
I' the absence of the needer.

Fare ye

well: Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full Of the wars' 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 farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
Hear from me still; and never of me aught
But what is like me formerly.

That's worthily
As any ear can hear.—Come, let's not weep.--
If I could shake off but one seven years
From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
I'd with thee every foot.

Give me thy hand:-

[Exeunt. SCENE II.


The Same. A Street near the Gate.

Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile. Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no

The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided
In his behalf.

Bru. Now we have shown our power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing.

Bid them home:
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their apcient strength.

Dismiss them home.

[Exit Ædile.


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