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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,8 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.
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, ,
I'd with thee

every

foot. Cor.

Give me thy hand:Come.

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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
In his behalf.

Bru. Now we have shown our power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done,
Than when it was a doing.
Sic.

Bid them home:
Say, their great enemy is gone, and they

True metal.

Stand in their ancient strength.
Bru.

Dismiss them home.

[Exit Ædile. Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS. Here comes his mother. Sic.

Let's not meet her. Bru.

Why? Sic. They say, she's mad. Bru.

They have ta’en note of us : Keep on your way. Vol. O, you're well met: The hoarded plague

o'the gods Requite your love! Men.

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: [T. Sıcın.] I would, I had the

power Το say so to my

husband. Sic.

Are you mankind ?
Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame?--Note but this

fool.
Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship 9
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,
Than thou hast spoken words?
Sic.

O blessed heavens ! Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words; And for Rome's good.--I'll tell thee what;-Yetgo:Nay but thou shalt stay too :- I would my son

9 Mean cunning.

Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.
Sic.

What then ?
Vir.

What then? He'd make an end of thy posterity.

Vol. Bastards, and all.Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!

Men. Come, come, peace.

Sic. I would he had continu'd 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 insens'd the

rabble :
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Will not have earth to know.
Bru.

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 beavý to't.
Men.

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!

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SCENE III.

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 Adrian.

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 Volcian 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

1 Countenance.

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 heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when's she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request of his country.

Vol. He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you : You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.

Rom. I shall, between this and supper, tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you ?

Vol. A most royal one : the centurions, and their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment,

,2 and to be on foot at an hour's warning. Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that shall set them in present action. So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.

2 In pay.

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