Men. - Nay, temperately; your promise. Cor. The fires i' the lowest hell fold in the people! As I do pray the gods. Sic. Mark you this, people? Cit. To the rock! to the rock with him! We need not put new matter to his charge: Peace! What you have seen him do, and heard him speak, Deserves th' extremest death. Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Nor check my courage for what they can give, For that he has Sic. (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 That do distribute it; in the name o' the people, 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, Sic. We know your drift. Speak what? It shall be so. Cit. It shall be so: it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate That do corrupt my air, I banish you; - Making not reservation of yourselves, [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, Attend us through the city. Cit. Come, come; let us see him out at gates: come. The gods preserve our noble tribunes! ACT IV. Come. SCENE I. The Same. Before a Gate of the City. [Exeunt. Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, and several young Patricians. Cor. Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell. The beast When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves With precepts, that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them. Vir. O heavens! O heavens! Nay, I pr'ythee, 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, Six of his labours you 'd have done, and sav'd Cominius, Droop not: adieu. Farewell, my wife! my mother! And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general, Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women, As 't is to laugh at 'em. 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 Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more than seen, your son With cautelous baits and practice. Vol. My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius That starts i' the way before thee. Com. I'll follow thee a month; devise with thee And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one 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, Cor. Come. Give me thy hand. [Exeunt. 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 farther. —The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided |