SCENE III.
Men.
Go, get you to your house; be gone, away,
All will be nought else.
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2 Sen.
Get you gone.
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Cor.
Stand fast, we have as many friends as enemies.
Men.
Shall it be put to That?
Sen.
The Gods forbid!
I pr'ythee, noble friend, home to thy house,
Leave us to cure this cause.
Men.
For 'tis a sore,
You cannot tent yourself; begone, 'beseech you.
Com.
Come, Sir, along with us.
Men.
I would, they were Barbarians, (as they are,
Though in Rome litter'd;) not Romans: (as they are not,
Though calved in the porch o' th' Capitol:)
Begone, put not your worthy rage into your tongue,
One time will owe another.
Cor.
On fair ground I could beat forty of them.
Men.
I could myself take up a brace o'th' best of
them; yea, the two Tribunes.
Com.
But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetick:
And manhood is call'd fool'ry, when it stands
Against a falling fabrick. Will you hence,
Before the tag return, whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters, and o'erbear
What they are us'd to bear.
Men.
Pray you, be gone:
I'll try, if my old wit be in request
With those that have but little; this must be patcht
With cloth of any colour.
Com.
Come, away.
[Exeunt Coriolanus and Cominius.
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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
