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When most struck home, being gentle wounded,
A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
Vir. O heavens! O heavens !
Nay, I pr'ythee, woman,Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
And occupations perish!
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 Heart-hard'ning spectacles; tell these sad women "Tis fond* to wail inevitable strokes,
As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well,
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught
Vol. My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius With thee a while: Determine on some course, More than a wild exposture § to each chance That starts i'the way before thee.
O the gods! Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us, ‡ Noblest. § Exposure.
And we of thee: so, if the time thrust forth
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.
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, I'd with thee every foot.
Give me thy hand :-
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 further.
The nobility are vex'd, who, we see, have sided
Bru. Now we have shown our power, Let us seem humbler after it is done, Than when it was a doing.
Bid them home: Say, their great enemy is gone, and they Stand in their ancient strength.
* True metal.
Here comes his mother.
Sic. They say, she's mad.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius.
Let's not meet her.
Dismiss them home.
Keep on your way.
Vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague o'the gods
Requite your love!
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?
[To Brutus. Vir. You shall stay too: [To Sicin.] I would, I had the power
To say so to my husband.
Are you mankind?
Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame ?-Note but this, fool.
Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship* To banish him that struck more blows for Rome, Than thou hast spoken words?
O blessed heavens ! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words;
And for Rome's good.-I'll tell thee what ;-Yet go:
Nay, but thou shalt stay too :-I would my son
They have ta'en note of us;
He'd make an end of thy posterity.
* Mean cunning.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
Men. Come, come, peace.
Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country,
I would he had.
Vol. I would he had? 'Twas you incens'd the rabble:
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
Pray, let us go. Vol. Now, pray, sir, get you gone: You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this: As far as doth the Capitol exceed The meanest house in Rome; so far, my son (This lady's husband here, this do you see,) Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all. Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you. Sic.
Why stay we to be baited
With one that wants her wits?
Vol. Take my prayers with you.I would the gods had nothing else to do,
[Exeunt 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.
You have told them home, And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
Vol. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.-Come, let's go : Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come. Men. Fye, fye, fye!
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 Adrlan.
Vol. 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? Vol. Nicanor? No.
Rom. The same, sir.
Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour* is well appeared by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state, to find you out there: You have well saved me a day's journey.
Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrection: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
Vol. 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.
Vol. Coriolanus banished?
Rom. Banished, sir.
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.
Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have