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If I could shake off but one seven years
Give me thy hand.
SCENE II.--The same. A Street near the Gate.
Enter Sicinius, Brutus, and an Ædile, Sic. Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no
Bru. Now we have shown our power,
Bid them home:
Dismiss them home.
[Exit Ædile. Enter VOLUMNIA, Virgilia, and MENENIUS. Here comes his mother.
Let's not meet her.
They have ta'en note of us :
gods Requite your love!
Men. Peace, peace! be not so loud.
Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear, Nay, and you shall hear some. -Will you be gone?
Vir. You shall stay too : [To Sicin.] I would I
had the power
Are you mankind ? a
O blessed heavens !
What then? Vir.
What then! He'd make an end of thy posterity.
Vol. Bastards, and all.
Men. Come, come, peace!
Sic. I would he had continued to his country,
I would he had.
Pray, let us go.
a Mankind. Sicinius asks insultingly whether Volumnia is mankind-a woman with the roughness of a man?
(This lady's husband here, this, do you see,)
Bru. Well, well, we 'll leave you.
Why stay we to be baited
Take my prayers with you.I would the gods had nothing else to do,
[Excunt Tribunes. But to confirm my curses ! Could I meet them But once a day, it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't. Men.
You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You 'll sup with
(Exeunt. SCENE III.-A Highway between Rome and
Antium. Enter a Roman and a Volce, meeting. Rom. I know you well, sir, and you know me: your name, I think, is Adrian.
Volc. It is so, sir : truly, I have forgot you.
Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against them : Know you me yet?
Volc. Nicanor ? No.
Volc. You had more beard when I last saw you, but your favour is well appeared a by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volcian state, to find you out there : You have well saved me a day's journey.
* Well appeared-rendered apparent.
Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrections : the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
Volo. Hath been! Is it ended then? Our state thinks not so; they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.
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 aptness 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.
Volc. Coriolanus banished ?
Volc. 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 fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country.
Volc. He cannot choose. 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 supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?
Volc. A most royal one: the centurions, and their charges, distinctly billeted, 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 com. pany.
a In the entertainment under engagement for pay.
Volc. You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.--Antium. Before Aufidius's House. Enter Coriolanus, in mean apparel, disguised and
Enter a Citizen.
Čit. And you.
Direct me, if it be your will,
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state,
Which is his house, 'beseech you?
Thank you, sir; farewell.
[Exit Citizen. 0, world, thy slippery tums! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who, twin, as 't were, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissention of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity : So, fellest 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 interjoin their issues. So with me :My birthplace hate I, and my love 's upon