Page 2876 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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 [130]
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. [135]
Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius, with the other Patricians.

AEDILE
The people’s enemy is gone, is gone!

PLEBEIANS
Our enemy is banished, he is gone! Hoo-oo!

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 [140]
Attend us through the city.

PLEBEIANS
Come, come, let’s see him out at gates, come!

The gods preserve our noble Tribunes! Come!
Exeunt.