God-den to you all, god-den to you all.

First Citizen

Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.


Live, and thrive!


Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus
Had loved you as we did.


Now the gods keep you!

Both Tribunes

Farewell, farewell.

Exeunt Citizens


This is a happier and more comely time
Than when these fellows ran about the streets,
Crying confusion.


Caius Marcius was
A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,
O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
Self- loving,–


And affecting one sole throne,
Without assistance.


I think not so.


We should by this, to all our lamentation,
If he had gone forth consul, found it so.


The gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits safe and still without him.

Enter an AEdile


Worthy tribunes,
There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
Reports, the Volsces with two several powers
Are enter'd in the Roman territories,
And with the deepest malice of the war
Destroy what lies before 'em.

  By PanEris using Melati.

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