Sic. We know your drift:—speak what?
Bru. There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd,
As enemy to the people and his country:
It shall be so.
Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so.[3382] 120
Cor. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate[3404]
As reek o' the 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! 125
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, 130
Making not reservation of yourselves,[3405]
Still your own foes, deliver you as most[3406][3407]
Abated captives to some nation[3407]
That won you without blows! Despising,[3408]
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:[3408][3409] 135
There is a world elsewhere.
[Exeunt Coriolanus, Cominius, Menenius, Senators and Patricians.[3410]
Æd. The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
Citizens. Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!
[They all shout, and throw up their caps.[3411]
Sic. Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,
As he hath follow'd you, with all despite;[3412] 140
Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard[3412]
Attend us through the city.
Citizens. Come, come, let's see him out at gates; come.[3382][3413]
The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come. [Exeunt.