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As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot,
My hazards itill have been your solace; and
Believe't not lightly, (tho's go alone,
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen :) your fors
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. My first son,
Where will you go? take good Cominius
With thee a while; determine on some course,
More than a wild exposure to each chance,
That starts i' th' way before thee.

Cor. O the Gods!

Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may’lt hear of usg,
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 fingle man;
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool.
I'th' abfence of the needer.
Cor: Fare

Thou'st years upon thee, and thou art too full
Of the war's 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 farewel, and smile. I pray you, come..
While I remain above the ground, you

shall Hear from me ftill, and never of me ought But what is like me formerly..

Men. 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.

Enter Sicinius and Brutus, with the Ædile.
Sic. Bid them all home, he's gone; and we'll no further.
Vex'd are the nobles,, who, we see, have fided
In his behalf.



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

Sic. Bid them home;
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.

Bru. Dismiss them home.
Here comes his mother.

Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Sic. Let's not meet her.
Bru. Why?
Sic. They say, she's mad.
Bru. They have ta’en note of us: keep on your way.

Vol. Oh, y' are well met:
The horded plague s'th' gods requite your love!

Men. Peace, peace; be not fo loud.

Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hearNay, and you shall hear some.-Will you be gone?

Vir. You shall stay too :-I would I had the power To say so to my husband.

Sic. Are you man-kind ?

Vol. Ay, fool : is that a shame? note but this fool.
Was not a man my father? hadft thou fox ship
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,
Than thou haft spoken words-

Sic. Oh blessed heav'ns!

Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words,
And for Rome's good-I'll tell thee what--yet go-
Nay, but thou shalt stay tooI would, my son
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.

Sic. What then?
Vir. What then? he'd make an end of thy pofterity.

Vol. Bastards, 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


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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 mysteries which heav'n Will not have earth to know.

Bru. Pray let us go.

Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone.
You've done a brave deed; ere you go, hear this :
As far as doth the capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome; so far


fon, This Lady's husband here, this, (do you see), Whom


have banilh'd, does exceed you all. Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

Sic. Why stay you to be baited With one that wants her wits ?

[Exe. Tribunes.
Vol. Take my pray’rs with you.
I wish, the gods had nothing else to do,
But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet 'em
But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
Of what lies heavy to't.

Men. You've told them home,
And, by my troth, have cause : you'll fup with me!

Vol. Anger's my meat, I fup 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, fy, fy ! [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Antium.

Enter a Roman and a Volscian.
Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me : your

, , is .
Vol. It is fo, Sir : truly, I have forgot you.

Rom. I am a Roman, but my services are as you are,
against 'em. Know you me yet?
Vol. Nicanor ? no.
Rom. The same, Sir.

Vol. You had more beard when I last saw you, but your favour is well appear'd by your tongue.

What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian


ftate to find you out there. You have well saved me a day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrections: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.

Vol. Hath been! is it ended then ? our state thinks not fo: they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their divifion.

Rom. The main blaze of it is paft, 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 ihe 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 banish'd?
Rom. Banilh’d, Sir.

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.

Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fall'n out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great oppofer Coriolanus being now in no request of his country.

Vol. He cannot chuse. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you.

You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.

Rom. I shall between this and fupper tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adverfaries. Have you an army ready, say you?

Vol. A most royal one. The centurions and their charges diftin&tly 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 shall set them in present action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company:

Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most. cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together.



Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguis'd and

Cor. A goodly city is this fintium.City,
*Tis I that made thy widows: Many an heir
Of these fair edifices for my wars
Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not,
Left that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones,
In puny battle flay me. Save you, Sir.

Enter a Citizen.
Cit. And you.

Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aufidius lies; Is he in Antium ?

Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, at his house this night.

Cor. Which is his honse, I beseech you ?
Cit. This, here, before you.

Gor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen.
Oh, world, thy hippery turns! friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whole hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are still together, whose twine (as 'twere) in love
Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a diffenfion of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
And inrer-join their issues. So, with me;
My birth-place have I and my lovers left;
This enemy's town I'll enter; if he flay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
l'il do his country service,


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