As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot, My hazards still have been your folace; and Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen :) your for Vol. My first fon, Where will you go? take good Cominius With thee a while; determine on fome courfe, Cor. O the Gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devife with thee Cor. Fare ye well: Thou'st 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. [Exeunte 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, fhe'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 hearNay, and you fhall hear fome.-Will you be gone? Vir. You shall stay 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, 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-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 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 fon, Vol. Take my pray'rs with you. I wish, the gods had nothing elfe 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? In anger, Juno like: come, come, fy, fy! [Exeunt. Rom. I SCENE changes to Antium. 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. 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 ftate ftate to find you out there. day's journey. You have well faved me a Rom. There hath been in Rome ftrange infurrections: the people against the fenators, 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 fo 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 almost mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banish'd Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, the fitteft time to corrupt a man's wife, is when he's fall'n 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 most 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 readinefs, and am the man, I think, that fhall fet them in prefent action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and moft glad of your com pany. Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most caufe to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together. [Exeunt. Enter Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguis'd and Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. -City, 'Tis I that made thy widows: Many an heir Of thefe fair edifices for my wars Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not, Cit. And you. Enter a Citizen. 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 houfe this night. Cor. Which is his houfe, I beseech you? Cit. This, here, before you. Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen. Oh, world, thy Rippery turns! friends now fast sworn, Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart, Whofe hours, whofe bed, whofe meal and exercise On a diffenfion of a doit, break out Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke their sleep Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow dear friends, [Exit. |