So criminal, and in fuch capital kind,
Deferves the extremest death.

Bru. But fince he hath

Serv'd well for Rome

Cor. What do you prate of service?
Bru. I talk of that, that know it.

Cor. You?

Men. Is this the promise that you made your mother? Com. Know, I pray you—

Cor. I'll know no further:

Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, fleaing: Pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
Nor check my courage for what they can give,
To have't with faying, Good morrow.

Sic. For that he has

(As much as in him lies) from time to time
'Envy'd against the people, seeking means
To pluck away their power; s as now at last
Given hoftile ftrokes, and that not in the prefence
Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers

That do distribute it; in the name o' the people,

And in the power of us the tribunes, we,

Even from this inftant, banish him our city;

In peril of precipitation

From off the rock Tarpeian, never more

To enter our Rome gates: I' the people's name,

I fay, it fhall be fo.

All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be fo; let him away: He's banish'd, and it fhall be fo.

Envy'd against the people,]-Betrayed marks of malevolence towards them. & as now]-as well as now.

h

not—not only in.

Com.

Com. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends;Sic. He's fentenc'd: no more hearing.

Com. Let me speak:

I have been conful, and can fhew from Rome,
Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love

My country's good, with a refpect more tender,
More holy, and profound, than mine own life,
k My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
And treasure of my loins: then if I would
Speak that-

Sic. We know your drift: Speak what?

Bru. There's no more to be faid, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people, and his country:

It shall be fo.

All. It fhall be fo, it fhall be so.

Cor. You common

cry

of curs! whofe breath I hate

As m reek o' the rotten fens, whofe loves I prize

As the dead carcafes of unburied men

n

That do corrupt my air, " I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty !
Let every
feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan
you into defpair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders: till, at length,
Your ignorance (which finds not, till it feels;
Making but refervation of yourselves,

Still your own foes) deliver you, as most

from Rome,]-for Rome-in her defence.

k My dear wife's eftimate,]-The rate I prize her and our issue at.

1

cry]-pack.

mreek]-fteam, stench.

" I banijb you ;]—"Think not, the king did banish thee,

"But thou the king."

RICHARD II. A. I. S. 3. Gaunt.

Making but refervation of yourselves,]-Referving only yourselves from exile; leaving none elfe in the city.-Making not.

Abated

Abated captives to fome nation
That won you without blows! Despifing,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.

[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, and others. The people
fhout, 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 defpight; Give him deferv'd vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city.

All. Come, come, let us fee him out at gates; come:The gods preserve our noble tribunes !-Come. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Before the Gates of Rome.

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

Cor. Come, leave your tears; a brief farewel :-the beast With many heads butts me away.-Nay, mother, Where is your ancient courage? You were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That, when the fea was calm, all boats alike Shew'd maftership in floating: a fortune's blows,

Abated]-Sunk, reduced, dejected.

9 fortune's blows, &c.]-It requires a generous policy to bear the fevereft ftrokes of fortune with calmness.

When

When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves " A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me

With precepts, that would make invincible

The heart that conn'd them.

Vir. O heavens! O heavens !

Cor. Nay, I pr'ythee, woman

Vol. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish!

Cor. What, what, what!

I fhall 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 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 venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
I have seen thee stern, and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hard'ning fpectacles; tell these sad women,
'Tis fond to wail inevitable ftrokes,

As 'tis to laugh at them.-My mother, you wot well,
My hazards ftill have been your folace 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 feen) your fon
Will, or exceed the common, or be caught

With cautelous baits and practice.

Vol. My first fon,

the red peftilence]

A. I. S. 2. Cal.

"the red plague rid you."

'Tis fond]-'Tis as weak.

TEMPEST,

' that his fen, &c.]-whom a damp and difmal cell invefts with imaginary horrors-that his den.

"cautelous baits and practice.]-fall a victim to stratagem and treafon.

Whither

Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
With thee awhile: Determine on fome course,
More than a wild exposure to each chance
That starts i' the way before thee.

w

Cor. O the gods!

Com. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st hear of us,
And we of thee: fo, if the time thrust forth
A cause for thy repeal, we fhall not fend
O'er the vast world, to seek a single man;
And lofe advantage, which doth ever cool
I' the absence of the needer.

Cor. Fare ye well :

Thou haft 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 sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
My friends of noble touch: when I am forth,
Bid me farewel, and fmile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
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 seven years

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

I'd with thee every foot.

W

Cor. Give me thy hand :-Come.

expofure]-expofture.

of noble touch-well try'd; of generous feelings.

[Exeunt.

SCENE