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• Coriolanus: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Street.
• Scene II.—: Corioli. the Senate-house.
• Scene III.—: Rome. a Room Inmarcius’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: Before Corioli.
• Scene V.—: Corioli. a Street.
• Scene VI.—: Near the Camp Ofcominius.
• Scene VII.—: The Gates of Corioli.
• Scene VIII.—: A Field of Battle Between the Roman and the Volscian Camps.
• Scene IX.—: The Roman Camp.
• Scene X.—: The Camp of the Volsces.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Same. the Capitol.
• Scene III.—: The Same. the Forum.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Street.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Room Incoriolanus’shouse.
• Scene III.—: The Same. the Forum.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Rome. Before a Gate of the City.
• Scene II.—: The Same. a Street Near the Gate.
• Scene III.—: A Highway Between Rome and Antium.
• Scene IV.—: Antium. Beforeaufidius’ House.
• Scene V.—: The Same. a Hall Inaufidius’ House.
• Scene VI.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene VII.—: A Camp At a Small Distance From Rome.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene II.—: The Volscian Camp Before Rome. the Guards At Their Stations.
• Scene III.—: The Tent Ofcoriolanus.
• Scene IV.—: Rome. a Public Place.
• Scene V.—: Corioli. a Public Place.

Scene I.—

Rome. Before a Gate of the City.

EnterCoriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius,and several young Patricians.

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,

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 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 prithee, woman,—

Vol.

Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,

And occupations perish!

Cor.

What, what, what!

I shall 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 sav’d

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 stern, and thou hast oft beheld

Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women

’Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes

As ’tis to laugh at them. 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 practice.

Vol.

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.

Cor.

O the gods!

Com.

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.

Cor.

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 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 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.

Men.

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’d with thee every foot.

Cor.

Give me thy hand:

Come.

[Exeunt.