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A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
Vir. O beavens! O heavens!.
Nay, I pr'ythee, woman,
What, what, what!
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. Cor.
o the gods ! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with theo 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
Fare ye well :-
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. Cor.
Give me thy hand :Come.
Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile.
Now we have shown our power,
• True metal.
Bid them home;
Dismiss them home.
[Exit Ædile. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Here comes his mother. Sic.
Let's not meet her. Bru.
Why? Sic. They say, she's mad.
They liave ta'en note of us : Keep on your way, Vol. O, you're well met: The boarded plague
o'the gods Requite your love! Men.
Peace, peace; be not so loud. Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should
hear,Nay, and you shall hear some. - Will you be gone?
(To Brutus, Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sicin.] I would, I
had the power To say so to my husband. Sic.
Are you mankind ?
O blessed heavens !
words; And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what;-Yet
• Mean cuguing.
What then? Vir.
What then? He'd 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 continu'd to his country,
I would he had.
Pray, let us go.
Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Why stay we to be baited
Take my prayers with you.I would the gods had nothing else to do,
[Ereunt Tribunes, But to confirm my curses! Could I meet them But once a day, it would unclog my heart of what lies heavy to't. Men.
You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup
with me? Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go : Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Men. Fye, fye, fye!
(Ereunt. SCENE III.
A highway between Rome and Antium.
Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting.
Rom. I know you well, and you know me: your name, I think, is Adrian.
Vol. It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.
Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against them: Know you me yet?
Vol. Nicanor? No.
Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour* is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volcian state, to find you out there: You have well saved me a day's journey.
Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrection: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
Vol. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so ; they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.
Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take all power from the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.
Vol. Coriolanus banished ?