SCENE, before the Gates of Rome. Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome. C CORIOLANUS. Ome, 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 perish! Cor. What! what! what! I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother, Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav'd Droop not; adieu: farewel, my wife! my mother! And venomous to thine eyes. My fometime General, А 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 seen :) your Son 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 dile. 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. 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, fhe's mad. Bru. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way. The hoorded 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? Virg. You shall stay too: I would, I had the power To say so to my Husband. Sic. Are you mankind? Vol. Ay, fool: is that a fhame? note but this fool. Was not a Man my Father? hadst thou foxship To banish him that ftruck more blows for Rome, Than thou haft fpoken words Sic. Oh bleffed heav'ns! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wife words, And for Rome's good-I'll tell thee what Nay, but thou shalt stay too yet go I would, my fon Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him, His good fword in his hand, Sic. What then? Virg. 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. I would, he had. Vol. I would, he had!-'twas you incens'd the rabble: Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those myfteries which Heav'n Bru Pray, let us go. Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone. You've done a brave deed: ere you go, hear this: The meanest house in Rome; fo far my Son, Vol. Take my prayers with you. I wish, the Gods had nothing else to do, [Exe. Tribunes, But to confirm my curfes! Could I meet 'em Men. You've told them home, And, by my troth, have caufe: you'll fup with me? SCENE changes to Antium. Rom. I Enter a Roman and a Volfcian. Know you well, Sir, and you know me; your name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. It is fo, Sir: truly, I have forgot you. Rom. I am a Roman, but my fervices are as you are, against 'em. Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? no. Rom. Rom. The fame, Sir. Vol. You had more beard when I laft faw you, but your favour is well appear'd by your tongue. What's the news in Rome! I have a Note from the Volfcian State to find you out there. You have well fav'd me a day's journey. Rom. There hath been in Rome frange infurrections: the People against the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles. Vol. Hath been! is it ended then our State thinks not fo they are in a moft warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their divifion. 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 aptnefs 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 almoft mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banish'd ? Rom. Banish'd, Sir. Vol. You will be welconfe with this intelligence, Nicanor. Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, the fittest time to corrupt a man's Wife, is when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in thefe wars, his great Oppofer Coriolanus being now in no request of his Country. Vol. He cannot chufe. I am moft fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my bufinefs, and I will merrily accompany you home. Rom. I fhall between this and fupper tell you moft ftrange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their Adverfaries. Have you an army ready, fay you? Vol. A moft royal one. The Centurions and their Charges diftinctly billetted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that fhall fet them in prefent action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company. |