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CORIOLANUS
Fare ye well.
Thou hast years upon thee, and thou art too full [45]
Of the wars’ surfeits to go rove with one
That’s yet unbruised. 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. [50]
While I remain above the ground you shall
Hear from me still, and never of me aught
But what is like me formerly.
MENENIUS
That’s worthily
As any ear can bear. Come, let’s not weep.
If I could shake off but one seven years [55]
From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
I’d with thee every foot.
CORIOLANUS
Give me thy hand.
Come.
Exeunt.
Scene II IT
Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinius and Brutus, with the Aedile.
SICINIUS
Bid them all home. He’s gone, and we’ll no further.
The nobility are vexed, whom we see have sided
In his behalf.
BRUTUS
Now we have shown our power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done
Than when it was a-doing.
