As 'tis to laugh at 'em.

Mother, you wot,

My hazards still have been your folace; and
Believe't not lightly, (tho' I go alone,

Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen

Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than feen :) your for
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. My first fon,

Where will you go? take good Cominius

With thee a while; determine on fome courfe,
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, devife with thee
Where thou shalt reft, that thou may't hear of us,
And we of thee. So, if the time thruft forth
A caufe for thy repeal, we fhall not send
O'er the vaft world, to feek a fingle man;
And lofe advantage, which doth ever cool.
I' th' abfence of the needer.

Cor. Fare ye well:

Thou'st years upon thee, and thou art too full
Of the war's furfeits,, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruis'd; bring me but out at gate..
Come, my fweet wife, my dearest mother, and.
My friends of noble touch: when I am forth,
Bid me farewel, and fmile. 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 fhake off but one seven years

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
Stand in their ancient ftrength.

Bru. Difmifs them home.
Here comes his mother.

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.
Vol. Oh, y' are well met:

The horded plague o' th' gods requite your love!
Men. Peace, peace; be not fo loud.

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
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; fo far my fon,
This Lady's husband here, this, (do you fee)
Whom you have banifh'd, does exceed you all.
Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
Sic. Why ftay you to be baited
With one that wants her wits?

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
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 caufe: you'll fup with me?
Vol. Anger's my meat, I fup upon myself,
And fo fhall ftarve with feeding: come, let's go,
Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do,

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
Rom. Banish'd, Sir..

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
muffled.

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,
Left that thy wives with fpits, and boys with ftones,
In puny battle flay me. Save you, Sir.

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
Are ftill together, whofe twine (as 'twere) in love
Unfeparable, fhall within this hour,

On a diffenfion of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,

Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by fome chance,

Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow dear friends,
And inter-join their iflues. 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 juftice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service.

[Exit.