This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...estimate, her womb's increase And treasure of my loins; then if I would Speak that--Sie, We know your drift: --speak what? Bra. There 's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people and his country: It shall be so. Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...estimate, her womb's increase And treasure of my loins; then if I would Speak that--Sie, We know your drift: --speak what? Bra. There 's no more to be said, but he is banish'd, As enemy to the people and his country: It shall be so. Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so. Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate 120 As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men 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 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, i $a 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, Mtnenius, Senators and Patricians, JEJ. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! Citizens. Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo! They all shout, and throw up their caps. Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath follow'd you, with all despite; Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard 140 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 Fourth. Scene I. 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 used To say extremity was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That whe..
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