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The Tragedie of Coriolanus. Edile. The peoples Enemy is gone, is gone. All.
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Our enemy is banish'd, he is gone: Hoo, oo. Sicin. Go see him out at Gates, and follow him As he hath follow'd you, with all despight Giue him deseru'd vexation. Let a guard Attend vs through the City. All.
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Come, come, lets see him out at gates, come: The Gods preserue our Noble Tribunes, come. Exeunt.
Actus Quartus. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the yong Nobility of Rome. Corio. Come leaue your teares: a brief farwel: the beast With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother, Where is your ancient Courage? You were vs'd
[2320]
To say, Extreamities was the trier of spirits, That common chances. Common men could beare, That when the Sea was calme, all Boats alike Shew'd Mastership in floating. Fortunes blowes, When most strooke home, being gentle wounded, craues
[2325]
A Noble cunning. You were vs'd to load me With Precepts that would make inuincible The heart that conn'd them. Virg.

Oh heauens! O heauens!

 Corio.

Nay, I prythee woman.

 Vol.
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Now the Red Pestilence strike al Trades in Rome, And Occupations perish. Corio. What, what, what: I shall be lou'd when I am lack'd. Nay Mother, Resume that Spirit, when you were wont to say,
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If you had beene the Wife of Hercules, Six of his Labours youl'd haue done, and sau'd Your Husband so much swet. Cominius, Droope not, Adieu: Farewell my Wife, my Mother, Ile do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
[2340]
Thy teares are salter then a yonger mans, And venomous to thine eyes. My (sometime) Generall, I haue seene the Sterne, and thou hast oft beheld Heart‑hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women, 'Tis fond to waile ineuitable strokes,
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As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My Mother, you wot well My hazards still haue beene your solace, and Beleeu't not lightly, though I go alone Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fenne Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more then seene: your Sonne
[2350]
Will or exceed the Common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Volum. My first sonne, Whether will thou go? Take good Cominius With thee awhile: Determine on some course
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More then a wilde exposture, to each chance That starts i'th'way before thee. Corio.

O the Gods!

 Com. Ile follow thee a Moneth, deuise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st heare of vs,
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And we of thee. So if the time thrust forth A cause for thy Repeale, we shall not send O're the vast world, to seeke a single man, And loose aduantage, which doth euer coole Ith'absence of the needer. Corio.
[2365]
Fare ye well: Thou hast yeares vpon thee, and thou art too full

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Of the warres surfets, to go roue with one That's yet vnbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. Come my sweet wife, my deerest Mother, and
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My Friends of Noble touch: when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you come: While I remaine aboue the ground, you shall Heare from me still, and neuer of me ought But what is like me formerly. Menen.
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That's worthily As any eare can heare. Come, let's not weepe, If I could shake off but one seuen yeeres From these old armes and legges, by the good Gods I'ld with thee, euery foot. Corio.
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Giue me thy hand, come.

 Exeunt
[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius, and Brutus, with the Edile. Sicin. Bid them all home, he's gone: & wee'l no further, The Nobility are vexed, whom we see haue sided In his behalfe. Brut. Now we haue shewne our power,
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Let vs seeme humbler after it is done, Then when it was a dooing. Sicin. Bid them home: say their great enemy is gone, And they, stand in their ancient strength. Brut.

Dismisse them home. Here comes his Mother.

 Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius. Sicin.
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Let's not meet her.

 Brut.

Why?

 Sicin.

They say she's mad.

 Brut. They haue tane note of vs: keepe on your way. Volum. Oh y'are well met:
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Th'hoorded plague a'th'Gods requit your loue. Menen.

Peace, peace, be not so loud.

 Volum. If that I could for weeping, you should heare, Nay, and you shall heare some. Will you be gone? Virg. You shall stay too: I would I had the power
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To say so to my Husband. Sicin.

Are you mankinde?

 Volum. I foole, is that a shame. Note but this Foole, Was not a man my Father? Had'st thou Foxship To banish him that strooke more blowes for Rome
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Then thou hast spoken words. Sicin.

Oh blessed Heauens!

 Volum. Moe Noble blowes, then euer yͧ thou wise words. And for Romes good, Ile tell thee what: yet goe: Nay but thou shalt stay too: I would my Sonne
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Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him, His good Sword in his hand. Sicin.

What then?

 Virg. When then? Hee'ld make an end of thy posterity Volum. Bastards, and all.
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Good man, the Wounds that he does beare for Rome! Menen.

Come, come, peace.

 Sicin. I would he had continued to his Country As he began, and not vnknit himselfe The Noble knot he made. Bru.
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I would he had.

 Volum. I would he had? Twas thou incenst the rable. Cats, that can iudge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those Mysteries which heauen Will not haue earth to know. Brut.
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Pray let's go.

 Volum. Now pray sir get you gone. You haue done a braue deede: Ere you go, heare this: As farre as doth the Capitoll exceede The meanest house in Rome; so farre my Sonne This

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Actus Quartus. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the yong Nobility of Rome. Corio. Come leaue your teares: a brief farwel: the beast With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother, Where is your ancient Courage? You were vs'd
[2320]
To say, Extreamities was the trier of spirits, That common chances. Common men could beare, That when the Sea was calme, all Boats alike Shew'd Mastership in floating. Fortunes blowes, When most strooke home, being gentle wounded, craues
[2325]
A Noble cunning. You were vs'd to load me With Precepts that would make inuincible The heart that conn'd them. Virg.

Oh heauens! O heauens!

 Corio.

Nay, I prythee woman.

 Vol.
[2330]
Now the Red Pestilence strike al Trades in Rome, And Occupations perish. Corio. What, what, what: I shall be lou'd when I am lack'd. Nay Mother, Resume that Spirit, when you were wont to say,
[2335]
If you had beene the Wife of Hercules, Six of his Labours youl'd haue done, and sau'd Your Husband so much swet. Cominius, Droope not, Adieu: Farewell my Wife, my Mother, Ile do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
[2340]
Thy teares are salter then a yonger mans, And venomous to thine eyes. My (sometime) Generall, I haue seene the Sterne, and thou hast oft beheld Heart‑hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women, 'Tis fond to waile ineuitable strokes,
[2345]
As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My Mother, you wot well My hazards still haue beene your solace, and Beleeu't not lightly, though I go alone Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fenne Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more then seene: your Sonne
[2350]
Will or exceed the Common, or be caught With cautelous baits and practice. Volum. My first sonne, Whether will thou go? Take good Cominius With thee awhile: Determine on some course
[2355]
More then a wilde exposture, to each chance That starts i'th'way before thee. Corio.

O the Gods!

 Com. Ile follow thee a Moneth, deuise with thee Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st heare of vs,
[2360]
And we of thee. So if the time thrust forth A cause for thy Repeale, we shall not send O're the vast world, to seeke a single man, And loose aduantage, which doth euer coole Ith'absence of the needer. Corio.
[2365]
Fare ye well: Thou hast yeares vpon thee, and thou art too full Of the warres surfets, to go roue with one That's yet vnbruis'd: bring me but out at gate. Come my sweet wife, my deerest Mother, and
[2370]
My Friends of Noble touch: when I am forth, Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you come: While I remaine aboue the ground, you shall Heare from me still, and neuer of me ought But what is like me formerly. Menen.
[2375]
That's worthily As any eare can heare. Come, let's not weepe, If I could shake off but one seuen yeeres From these old armes and legges, by the good Gods I'ld with thee, euery foot. Corio.
[2380]

Giue me thy hand, come.

 Exeunt
 

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