ALL PLEBEIANS. It shall be so, it shall be so! Let him away! He’s banished, and it shall be so. COMINIUS. Hear me, my masters and my common friends— SICINIUS. He’s sentenced. No more hearing. COMINIUS. Let me speak. I have been consul and can show for Rome Her enemies’ marks upon me. I do love My country’s good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, than mine own life, My dear wife’s estimate, her womb’s increase, And treasure of my loins. Then if I would Speak that— SICINIUS. We know your drift. Speak what? BRUTUS. There’s no more to be said, but he is banished As enemy to the people and his country. It shall be so. ALL PLEBEIANS. It shall be so, it shall be so! CORIOLANUS. You common cry of curs, whose breath I hate As reek o’ th’ 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 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 other Senators._] AEDILE. The people’s enemy is gone, is gone. ALL PLEBEIANS. Our enemy is banished; he is gone. Hoo, hoo! [_They all shout and throw up their caps._] SICINIUS. Go see him out at gates, and follow him, As he hath followed you, with all despite. Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard Attend us through the city. ALL PLEBEIANS. Come, come, let’s see him out at gates! Come! The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come. [_Exeunt._] ACT IV SCENE I. Rome. Before a gate of the city Enter Coriolanus, Volumnia, Virgilia, Menenius, Cominius with the young nobility of Rome. CORIOLANUS. 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 extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm, all boats alike Showed mastership in floating; fortune’s blows When most struck home, being gentle wounded craves A noble cunning. You were used to load me With precepts that would make invincible The heart that conned them. VIRGILIA. O heavens! O heavens! CORIOLANUS. Nay, I prithee, woman— VOLUMNIA. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome, And occupations perish!