To banish your defenders; till at length
Your ignorance,—which finds not till it feels,—
Making but reservation of yourselves,— 128
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: 132
There is a world elsewhere.
Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius with others.
Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
All. Our enemy is banish'd!—he is gone!—Hoo! oo!
Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, 136
As he hath follow'd you, with all despite;
Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard
Attend us through the city. 139
All. Come, come,—let’s see him out at gates! come!
The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come!
ACT FOURTH
Scene One
[Rome. Before a Gate of the City]
Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius, with the young Nobility of Rome.
Cor. Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,
Where is your ancient courage? you were us'd
128 Making . . . of: exempting from banishment none but
130 Abated: crestfallen
133 S. d. with others; cf. n.
