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Coriolanus by William Shakespeare, 1564-1616

Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!

Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,

Fan you into despair! Have the power still

To banish your defenders; till at length

Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,

Making not reservation of yourselves,

Still your own foes, deliver you as most

Abated captives to some nation

That won you without blows! Despising,

For you, the city, thus I turn my back:

There is a world elsewhere.

Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians

AEdile The people’s enemy is gone, is gone!

Citizens Our enemy is banish’d! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!

Shouting, and throwing up their caps

SICINIUS Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,

As he hath followed you, with all despite;

Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard

Attend us through the city.

Citizens Come, come; let’s see him out at gates; come.

The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.

Exeunt

Act 4

Scene 1

Rome. Before a gate of the city.

Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS, with the young Nobility of Rome

CORIOLANUS Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast

With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,

Where is your ancient courage? you were used

To say extremity was the trier of spirits;

That common chances common men could bear;

That when the sea was calm all boats alike

Show’d mastership in floating; fortune’s blows,

When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves

A noble cunning: you were used to load me

With precepts that would make invincible

The heart that conn’d them.

VIRGILIA O heavens! O heavens!

CORIOLANUS Nay! prithee, woman,–

VOLUMNIA Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,

And occupations perish!

CORIOLANUS What, what, what!

I shall be loved 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’ld have done, and saved

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 stem, and thou hast oft beheld

Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women

‘Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,

As ’tis 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

Will or exceed the common or be caught

With cautelous baits and practise.

VOLUMNIA My first son.

Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius

With thee awhile: determine on some course,

More than a wild exposture to each chance

That starts i’ the way before thee.

CORIOLANUS O the gods!

COMINIUS I’ll follow thee a month, devise with thee

Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us

And we of thee: so if the time thrust forth

A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send

O’er the vast world to seek a single man,

And lose advantage, which doth ever cool

I’ the absence of the needer.

CORIOLANUS 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 unbruised: 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.

MENENIUS 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’ld with thee every foot.

CORIOLANUS Give me thy hand: Come.

Exeunt

Scene 2

The same. A street near the gate.

Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an AEdile

SICINIUS Bid them all home; he’s gone, and we’ll no further.

The nobility are vex’d, whom we see have sided

In his behalf.

BRUTUS Now we have shown our power,

Let us seem humbler after it is done

Than when it was a-doing.

SICINIUS Bid them home:

Say their great enemy is gone, and they

Stand in their ancient strength.

BRUTUS Dismiss them home.

Exit AEdile

Here comes his mother.

SICINIUS Let’s not meet her.

BRUTUS Why?

SICINIUS They say she’s mad.

BRUTUS They have ta’en note of us: keep on your way.

Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS

VOLUMNIA O, ye’re well met: the hoarded plague o’ the gods

Requite your love!

MENENIUS Peace, peace; be not so loud.

VOLUMNIA If that I could for weeping, you should hear,–

Nay, and you shall hear some.

To BRUTUS

Will you be gone?

VIRGILIA [To SICINIUS]

You shall stay too: I would I had the power

To say so to my husband.

SICINIUS Are you mankind?

VOLUMNIA 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?

SICINIUS O blessed heavens!

VOLUMNIA 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

Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,

His good sword in his hand.

SICINIUS What then?

VIRGILIA What then!

He’ld make an end of thy posterity.

VOLUMNIA Bastards and all.

Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!

MENENIUS Come, come, peace.

SICINIUS I would he had continued to his country

As he began, and not unknit himself

The noble knot he made.

BRUTUS I would he had.

VOLUMNIA ‘I would he had’! ‘Twas you incensed 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.

BRUTUS Pray, let us go.

VOLUMNIA 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.

BRUTUS Well, well, we’ll leave you.

SICINIUS Why stay we to be baited

With one that wants her wits?

VOLUMNIA Take my prayers with you.

Exeunt Tribunes

I would the gods had nothing else to do

But to confirm my curses! Could I meet ’em

But once a-day, it would unclog my heart

Of what lies heavy to’t.

MENENIUS You have told them home;

And, by my troth, you have cause. You’ll sup with me?

VOLUMNIA 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.

MENENIUS Fie, fie, fie!

Exeunt

Scene 3

A highway between Rome and Antium.

Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting

Roman I know you well, sir, and you know

me: your name, I think, is Adrian.

Volsce It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.

Roman I am a Roman; and my services are,

as you are, against ’em: know you me yet?

Volsce Nicanor? no.

Roman The same, sir.

Volsce You had more beard when I last saw you; but your

favour is well approved 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.

Roman There hath been in Rome strange insurrections; the

people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.

Volsce 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.

Roman 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.

Volsce Coriolanus banished!

Roman Banished, sir.

Volsce You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.

Roman The day serves well for them now. I have heard it

said, the fittest time to corrupt a man’s wife is

when 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.

Volsce He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus

accidentally to encounter you: you have ended my

business, and I will merrily accompany you home.

Roman I shall, between this and supper, tell you most

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