Let them pronounce the fteep Tarpeian death, Sic. For that he has (As much as in him lies) from time to time From off the rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome's gates. I' th' people's name, All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him away: Com. Hear me, my mafters, and my common friends→→ Sic. He's fentenc'd: no more hearing. Com. Let me fpeak: (32) I have been conful, and can fhew for Rome My country's good, with a refpect more tender, t (32) I have b en conful, and can fhew from Rome Her enemies marks upon me?] How, from Rome? did he receive hoftile marks from his own country? no fuch thing: he receiv'd them in the fervice of Rome. So, twice in the beginning of next act, it is faid of Coriolanus; -Had'ft thou foxship To banish him, that ftruck more blows for Rome, And again; Good man! the wounds that he does bear for Rome! Sic. We know your drift. 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 fhall be fo. Cor. You common cry of curs, whofe breath I hate, That do corrupt my air: I banish you. [Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. All. Come, come; let's fee him out at the gates; come The gods preferve our noble tribunes !-come. [Exeunt ACT A C T IV. SCENE, before the Gates of Rome. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome. C CORIOLANUS. NOme, 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 fpirits, That common chances common men could bear; Vir. Oh heav'ns! O heav'ns! Vol. Now the red peftilence ftrike all trades in Rome, And occupations perifh. Cor. What! what! what! I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, mother! Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav'd And venomous to thine eyes. My fometime General, As As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot, Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen :) your fon Vol. My firft son, Where will you go? take good Cominius Cor. O the gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devife with thee Cor. Fare ye well: Thou'ft years upon thee, and thou art too full Men. That's worthily As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep. From thefe old arms and legs, by the good gods, I'd with thee every foot. Cor. Give me thy hand. [Exeunt. Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with the Edile. Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone; and we'll no further. Vex'd are the nobles, who, we fee, have fided In his behalf. Bru. 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; Say, their great enemy is gone, and they Bru. Difmifs them home. Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Sic. Let's not meet her. Bru. Why? Sic. They fay, she's mad. Bru. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. The horded plague o' th' gods requite your love! Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear— Nay, and you fhall hear fome.-Will you be gone? Vir. You fhall ftay too :-I would, I had the power To fay fo to my husband. Sic. Are you man-kind? Vol. Ay, fool: is that a fhame? note but this fool.. Was not a man my father? hadft thou foxship To banish him that ftruck more blows for Rome, Sic. Oh bleffed heav'ns! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words, And for Rome's good-I'll tell thee what-yet goNay, but thou shalt ftay too-I would, my fon Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, His good fword in his hand. Sic. What then? Vir. 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. Bru. |