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Cor.

Scars to move laughter only.

Scratches with briars,

Men.
Consider further,
That when he speaks not like a citizen,
You find him like a soldier: Do not take
His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
Rather than envy you.

Com.

Well, well, no more.

Cor. What is the matter,

That being pass'd for consul with full voice,

I am so dishonour'd, that the very hour

You take it off again?

Sic.

Answer to us.

Cor. Say then: 't is true, I ought so.

Sic. We charge you, that you have contriv'd to

take

From Rome all season'd office, and to wind

Yourself into a power tyrannical;

For which you are a traitor to the people.
Cor. How! Traitor?

Men.

Nay; temperately: Your promise. Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people! Call me their traitor!-Thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Thou liest, unto thee, with a voice as free As I do pray the gods.

Sic.

Mark you this, people?

Cit. To the rock; to the rock with him!

Sic. Peace!

We need not put new matter to his charge:

What you have seen him do, and heard him speak,
Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,

Opposing laws with strokes, and here defying
Those whose great power must try him; even this,

So criminal, and in such capital kind,

Deserves the extremest death.

Bru. But since he hath serv'd well for Rome,-
Cor. What! do you prate of service?

Bru. I talk of that, that know it.

Cor.

You?

Men. Is this the promise that you made your mother? Com. Know, I pray you,—

Cor.

I'll know no further:
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, flaying, pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have 't with saying, Good morrow.

Sic.
For that he has
(As much as in him lies) from time to time
Envied against the people, seeking means
To pluck away their power; as now at last
Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers

That do distribute it: In the name o' the people,
And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
Even from this instant, banish him our city;
In peril of precipitation

From off the rock Tarpeian, never more

To enter our Rome gates; I' the people's name,
I say it shall be so.

Cit. It shall be so: It shall be so; let him away: He's banish'd, and it shall be so.

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common

friends ;

Sic. He's sentenc'd; no more hearing.

Com. Let me speak: I have been consul, and can show, from Rome, Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love My country's good, with a respect more tender,

More holy and profound, than mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
And treasure of my loins; then if I would
Speak that-

Sic. We know your drift: Speak what? Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people and his country:

It shall be so.

Cit.

It shall be so, it shall be so.

Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcases of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair! Have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance, (which finds not, till it feels,) Making not reservation of yourselves, (Still your own foes,) deliver you, As most abated captives, to some nation That won you without blows! Despising. For you, the city, thus I turn my back: There is a world elsewhere.

[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians.

Ed. The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
Cit. Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!
[The people shout, and throw up their caps.

Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,
As he hath follow'd you, with all despite;
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard

Attend us through the city.

Cit. Come, come, let's see him out at gates; come:The gods preserve our noble tribunes!-Come. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-The same. Before a Gate of the City. Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians.

Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewell:-the beast

With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother,
Where is your ancient courage? you were used
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits;

That common chances common men could bear;
That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows,

When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
A noble cunning: you were used to load me
With precepts, that would make invincible

The heart that conn'd them.

Vir. O heavens! O heavens !

Cor.

Nay, I prithee, woman,→→

Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish!

Cor.

What, what, what!

I shall be lov'd when I am lack'd.

Nay, mother, Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,

If you

had been the wife of Hercules,

Six of his labours you'd have done, and sav'd
Your husband so much sweat.-Cominius,

Droop not; adieu !-Farewell, my wife! my mother!
I'll do well yet.-Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
And venomous to thine eyes.-My sometime general,
I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld

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Heart-hard'ning spectacles; tell these sad women,
"T is fond to wail inevitable strokes,

As 't is to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well
My hazards still have been your solace: and
Believe 't not lightly, (though I go alone,

Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen a

Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen,) your son Will, or exceed the common, or be caught

With cautelous baits and practice.

My first son,

Vol.
Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
With thee a while: Determine on some course,
More than a wild exposure to each chance

That starts i' the way before thee.

O the gods!

Cor.
Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us,
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 single man;
And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
I' the absence of the needer.

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Cor.
Fare ye well
Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
Of the wars' 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 farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
Hear from me still; and never of me aught
But what is like me formerly.

Men.

That's worthily As any ear can hear.-Come, let's not weep.

a The fen is the pestilential abode of the "lonely dragon," which he makes "feared and talked of more than seen.' b First-in the sense of noblest.

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