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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, IV. i To banish your defenders; till at length

Your ignorance,—which finds not till it feels,—

Making but 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 with others.

They all shout and throw up their caps.

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,

As he hath follow'd you, with all despite;

Give him deserv'd vexation. Let a guard

Attend us through the city.

All. Come, come,—let’s see him out at gates! come!

The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come!

Exeunt.

 

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. 