2437Corio. Come leaue your teares: a brief farwel: the beast

2438With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother,

2439Where is your ancient Courage? You were vs'd

2440To say, Extreamities was the trier of spirits,

2441That common chances. Common men could beare,

2442That when the Sea was calme, all Boats alike

2443Shew'd Mastership in floating. Fortunes blowes,

2444When most strooke home, being gentle wounded, craues

2445A Noble cunning. You were vs'd to load me

2446With Precepts that would make inuincible

2447The heart that conn'd them.

2448Virg. Oh heauens! O heauens!

2449Corio. Nay, I prythee woman.

2450Vol. Now the Red Pestilence strike al Trades in Rome,

2451And Occupations perish.

2452Corio. What, what, what:

2453I shall be lou'd when I am lack'd. Nay Mother,

2454Resume that Spirit, when you were wont to say,

2455If you had beene the Wife of Hercules,

2456Six of his Labours youl'd haue done, and sau'd

2457Your Husband so much swet. Cominius,

2458Droope not, Adieu: Farewell my Wife, my Mother,

2459Ile do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,

2460Thy teares are salter then a yonger mans,

2461And venomous to thine eyes. My (sometime) Generall,

2462I haue seene the Sterne, and thou hast oft beheld

2463Heart-hardning spectacles. Tell these sad women,

2464'Tis fond to waile ineuitable strokes,

2465As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My Mother, you wot well

2466My hazards still haue beene your solace, and

2467Beleeu't not lightly, though I go alone

2468Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fenne

2469Makes fear'd, and talk'd of more then seene: your Sonne

2470Will or exceed the Common, or be caught

2471With cautelous baits and practice.

2472Volum. My first sonne,

2473Whether will thou go? Take good Cominius

2474With thee awhile: Determine on some course

2475More then a wilde exposture, to each chance

2476That start's i'th' way before thee.

2477Corio. O the Gods!

2478Com. Ile follow thee a Moneth, deuise with thee

2479Where thou shalt rest, that thou may'st heare of vs,

2480And we of thee. So if the time thrust forth

2481A cause for thy Repeale, we shall not send

2482O're the vast world, to seeke a single man,

2483And loose aduantage, which doth euer coole

2484Ith' absence of the needer.

2485Corio. Fare ye well:

2486Thou hast yeares vpon thee, and thou art too full

2487Of the warres surfets, to go roue with one

2488That's yet vnbruis'd: bring me but out at gate.

2489Come my sweet wife, my deerest Mother, and

2490My Friends of Noble touch: when I am forth,

2491Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you come:

2492While I remaine aboue the ground, you shall

2493Heare from me still, and neuer of me ought

2494But what is like me formerly.

2495Menen. That's worthily

2496As any eare can heare. Come, let's not weepe,

2497If I could shake off but one seuen yeeres

2498From these old armes and legges, by the good Gods

2499I'ld with thee, euery foot.

2500Corio. Giue me thy hand, come. Exeunt