There is a world elsewhere

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. [The people shout and throw up their caps. Ed. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! All. Our enemy is banish'd; he is gone! Hoo! hoo! Sic. Go fee him out at gates, and follow him As he hath follow'd you; with all despight Give him deferv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city.

All. Come, come; let us fee him out at the gates; come. The gods preferve our noble Tribunes !- come.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE, before the Gates of Rome.

Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome.

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CORIOLANUS.

Ome, leave your tears: a brief farewel: the beaft With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother, Where is your ancient courage? you were us'd To fay, extremity was the trier of fpirits, ́ That common chances common men could bear; That, when the fea was calm, all boats alike Shew'd maftership in floating. Fortune's blows, When moft ftruck home, being gently warded, craves A noble cunning. You were us'd to load me With precepts, that would make invincible

The heart that conn'd them..

Vir. Oh heav'ns! O heav'ns!

Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee, woman.

Val. Now the red peftilence ftrike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish!

Cor. What! what! what!

I fhall be lov'd, when I am lack'd. Nay, mother,
Refume that fpirit, when you were wont to fay,
If you had been the wife of Hercules,

Six of his labours you'd have done, and fav'd
'Your husband fo much fweat. Cominius,

Droop not; adieu: farewel, my wife! my mother!
I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are falter than a younger man's,

And venemous to thine eyes. My fometime general,
I've feen thee ftern, and thou haft oft beheld
Heart-hardning fpectacles. Tell thefe fad women,
"Tis fond to wail inevitable ftrokes,

As 'tis to laugh at 'em. Mother, you wot,
My hazards ftill 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 fon Will, or exceed the common, or be caught

With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. My firft fon,

Where will you go? take good Cominius

With thee a while; determine on fome course,
More than a wild expofure to each chance,
That farts 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 thrust forth

A caufe for thy repeal, we shall not fend
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 smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you fhall
Hear from me ftill, 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. :
If I could fhake off but one feven years

From thefe old arms and legs, by the good Gods,

I'd with thee every foot.

Cor. Give me thy hand.

[Exeunt.

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. 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.

Sic. Let's not meet her.
Bru. Why?

Sic. They fay, the'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 fhall ftay too :-I would, I had the power To fay fo to my husband.

Sic. Are you mankind?

Vol. Ay, fool: is that a fhame? note but this fool. Was not a man my father? hadst 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 tco

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. 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 thofe 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 houfe in Rome; fo far my fon,
This lady's hufband here, this,. (do you fee)
Whom you have banish'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 prayers with you.

[Exeunt Tribunes.

I wish, the Gods had nothing elfe to do,

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?

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Vol.

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!

Rom.

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SCENE changes to Antium.

Enter a Roman and a Volfcian.

[Exeunt.

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, againft '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

You have well fav'd me a

the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volfcian ftate to find you out there. day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange infurrections: the people against the Senators, 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 fmall 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 almoft mature for the violent breaking out.

Vol. Coriolanus banifh'd?

Rom. Banifh'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 fittest time to corrupt a man's wife,