Men.
Here come the clusters—
And is Aufidius with him?—You are they
That made the air unwholsome, when you cast
Your stinking, greasy caps, in hooting at
Coriolanus's exile. Now he's coming,
And not a hair upon a soldier's head,
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs,
As you threw caps up, will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter,
If he should burn us all into one coal,
We have deserv'd it.

3 Cit.
'Faith, we hear fearful news.
For mine own part,
When I said banish him, I said 'twas pity.

2 Cit.
And so did I

1 Cit.

And so did I; and to say the truth, so did very many of us; that we did, we did for the best; and tho' we willingly consented to his banishment, yet it was against our will.* ^note

Com.
Y'are goodly things; you voices!—

Men.
You have made you good work,
You and your cry. Shall's to the capitol?

Com.
Oh, ay, what else? [Exeunt.

Sic.
Go, masters, get you home, be not dismay'd.
These are a side, that would be glad to have
This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home,
And shew no sign of fear.

1 Cit.

The gods be good to us! come, masters, let's home. I ever said we were i'th' wrong, when we banish'd him.

2 Cit.

So did we all; but come, let's home.

Bru.
I do not like this news.

Sic.
Nor I.

Bru.
Let's to the capitol; would half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie!

Sic.
Pray, let us go. [Exeunt Tribunes.

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