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To enter our Rome gates: l' the people's name,
It shall be so,
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,
It shall be so, it shall be so.
hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! 49 Have the power still
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.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
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
Vir. O heavens! O heavens!
Nay, I pr’ythee, woman, Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in
What, what, what!
Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius,
My first son,
O the gods!
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.-
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
Bru. Now we have shown our power,
Bid them home:
Dismiss them home.