Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Coriolanus/Act 2 Scene 1
Scena Secunda.
Enter Menenius with the two Tribunes of the
people, Sicinius & Brutus.
people, Sicinius & Brutus.
Men.
The Agurer tels me, wee shall haue Newes to night.
The Agurer tels me, wee shall haue Newes to night.
Bru.
Good or bad?
Good or bad?
Men.
Not according to the prayer of the people, for
they loue not Martius.
Not according to the prayer of the people, for
they loue not Martius.
Sicin.
Nature teaches Beasts to know their Friends.
Nature teaches Beasts to know their Friends.
Men.
Pray you, who does the Wolfe loue?
Pray you, who does the Wolfe loue?
Sicin.
The Lambe.
The Lambe.
Men.
I, to deuour him, as the hungry Plebeians would
the Noble Martius.
I, to deuour him, as the hungry Plebeians would
the Noble Martius.
Bru.
He's a Lambe indeed, that baes like a Beare.
He's a Lambe indeed, that baes like a Beare.
Men.
Hee's a Beare indeede, that liues like a Lambe.
You two are old men, tell me one thing that I shall aske you.
Hee's a Beare indeede, that liues like a Lambe.
You two are old men, tell me one thing that I shall aske you.
Both.
Well sir.
Well sir.
Men.
In what enormity is Martius poore in, that you
two haue not in abundance?
In what enormity is Martius poore in, that you
two haue not in abundance?
Bru.
He's poore in no one fault, but stor'd withal.
He's poore in no one fault, but stor'd withal.
Sicin.
Especially in Pride.
Especially in Pride.
Bru.
And topping all others in boasting.
And topping all others in boasting.
Men.
This is strange now: Do you two know, how
you are censured heere in the City, I mean of vs a'th'right
hand File, do you?
This is strange now: Do you two know, how
you are censured heere in the City, I mean of vs a'th'right
hand File, do you?
Both.
Why? how are we censur'd?
Why? how are we censur'd?
Men.
Because you talke of Pride now, will you not be angry.
Because you talke of Pride now, will you not be angry.
Both.
Well, well sir, well.
Well, well sir, well.
Men.
Why 'tis no great matter: for a very little theefe
of Occasion, will rob you of a great deale of Patience:
Giue your dispositions the reines, and bee angry at your
pleasures (at the least) if you take it as a pleasure to you, in
being so: you blame Martius for being proud.
Why 'tis no great matter: for a very little theefe
of Occasion, will rob you of a great deale of Patience:
Giue your dispositions the reines, and bee angry at your
pleasures (at the least) if you take it as a pleasure to you, in
being so: you blame Martius for being proud.
Brut.
We do it not alone, sir.
We do it not alone, sir.
Men.
I know you can doe very little alone, for your
helpes are many, or else your actions would growe won
drous single: your abilities are to Infant-like, for doing
much alone. You talke of Pride: Oh, that you could turn
your eyes toward the Napes of your neckes, and make
but an Interiour suruey of your good selues. Oh that you
could.
I know you can doe very little alone, for your
helpes are many, or else your actions would growe won
drous single: your abilities are to Infant-like, for doing
much alone. You talke of Pride: Oh, that you could turn
your eyes toward the Napes of your neckes, and make
but an Interiour suruey of your good selues. Oh that you
could.
Both.
What then sir?
What then sir?
Men.
Why then you should discouer a brace of vn
meriting, proud, violent, testie Magistrates (alias Fooles)
as any in Rome.
Why then you should discouer a brace of vn
meriting, proud, violent, testie Magistrates (alias Fooles)
as any in Rome.
Sicin.
Menenius, you are knowne well enough too.
Menenius, you are knowne well enough too.
Men.
I am knowne to be a humorous Patritian, and one that
loues a cup of hot Wine, with not a drop of alaying
Tiber in't: Said, to be something imperfect in fauouring
the first complaint, hasty and Tinder-like vppon, to
triuiall motion: One, that conuerses more with the Buttocke
of the night, then with the forhead of the morning.
What I think, I vtter, and spend my malice in my breath.
Meeting two such Weales men as you are (I cannot call
you Licurgusses,) if the drinke you giue me, touch my
Palat aduersly, I make a crooked face at it, I can say, your
Worshippes haue deliuer'd the matter well, when I finde
the Asse in compound, with the Maior part of your syllables.
And though I must be content to beare with those,
that say you are reuerend graue men, yet they lye deadly,
that tell you haue good faces, if you see this in the Map
of my Microcosme, followes it that I am knowne well
enough too? What harme can your beesome Conspectuities
gleane out of this Charracter, if I be knowne well
enough too.
I am knowne to be a humorous Patritian, and one that
loues a cup of hot Wine, with not a drop of alaying
Tiber in't: Said, to be something imperfect in fauouring
the first complaint, hasty and Tinder-like vppon, to
triuiall motion: One, that conuerses more with the Buttocke
of the night, then with the forhead of the morning.
What I think, I vtter, and spend my malice in my breath.
Meeting two such Weales men as you are (I cannot call
you Licurgusses,) if the drinke you giue me, touch my
Palat aduersly, I make a crooked face at it, I can say, your
Worshippes haue deliuer'd the matter well, when I finde
the Asse in compound, with the Maior part of your syllables.
And though I must be content to beare with those,
that say you are reuerend graue men, yet they lye deadly,
that tell you haue good faces, if you see this in the Map
of my Microcosme, followes it that I am knowne well
enough too? What harme can your beesome Conspectuities
gleane out of this Charracter, if I be knowne well
enough too.
Bru.
Come sir come, we know you well enough.
Come sir come, we know you well enough.
Menen.
You know neither mee, your selues, nor any
thing: you are ambitious, for poore knaues cappes and
legges: you weare out a good wholesome Forenoone, in
hearing a cause betweene an Orendge wife, and a Forset-
seller, and then reiourne the Controuersie of three-pence
to a second day of Audience. When you are hearing a
matter betweene party and party, if you chaunce to bee
pinch'd with the Collike, you make faces like Mum
mers, set vp the bloodie Flagge against all Patience, and
in roaring for a Chamber-pot, dismisse the Controuersie
bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the
peace you make in their Cause, is calling both the parties
Knaues. You are a payre of strange ones.
You know neither mee, your selues, nor any
thing: you are ambitious, for poore knaues cappes and
legges: you weare out a good wholesome Forenoone, in
hearing a cause betweene an Orendge wife, and a Forset-
seller, and then reiourne the Controuersie of three-pence
to a second day of Audience. When you are hearing a
matter betweene party and party, if you chaunce to bee
pinch'd with the Collike, you make faces like Mum
mers, set vp the bloodie Flagge against all Patience, and
in roaring for a Chamber-pot, dismisse the Controuersie
bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing: All the
peace you make in their Cause, is calling both the parties
Knaues. You are a payre of strange ones.
Bru.
Come, come, you are well vnderstood to bee a
perfecter gyber for the Table, then a necessary Bencher in
the Capitoll.
Come, come, you are well vnderstood to bee a
perfecter gyber for the Table, then a necessary Bencher in
the Capitoll.
Men.
Our very Priests must become Mockers, if they
shall encounter such ridiculous Subiects as you are, when
you speake best vnto the purpose. It is not woorth the
wagging of your Beards, and your Beards deserue not so
honourable a graue, as to stuffe a Botchers Cushion, or to
be intomb'd in an Asses Packe-saddle; yet you must bee
saying, Martius is proud: who in a cheape estimation, is
worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion, though
peraduenture some of the best of 'em were hereditarie
hangmen. Godden to your Worships, more of your conuersation
would infect my Braine, being the Heardsmen of the
Beastly Plebeans. I will be bold to take my leaue of you.
Bru. and Scic.Aside.
Our very Priests must become Mockers, if they
shall encounter such ridiculous Subiects as you are, when
you speake best vnto the purpose. It is not woorth the
wagging of your Beards, and your Beards deserue not so
honourable a graue, as to stuffe a Botchers Cushion, or to
be intomb'd in an Asses Packe-saddle; yet you must bee
saying, Martius is proud: who in a cheape estimation, is
worth all your predecessors, since Deucalion, though
peraduenture some of the best of 'em were hereditarie
hangmen. Godden to your Worships, more of your conuersation
would infect my Braine, being the Heardsmen of the
Beastly Plebeans. I will be bold to take my leaue of you.
Bru. and Scic.Aside.
Enter Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria.
How now (my as faire as Noble) Ladyes, and the Moone
were shee Earthly, no Nobler; whither doe you follow
your Eyes so fast?
were shee Earthly, no Nobler; whither doe you follow
your Eyes so fast?
Volum.
Honorable Menenius, my Boy Martius approches:
for the loue of Iuno let's goe.
Honorable Menenius, my Boy Martius approches:
for the loue of Iuno let's goe.
Menen.
Ha? Martius comming home?
Ha? Martius comming home?
Volum.
I, worthy Menenius, and with most prosperous approbation.
I, worthy Menenius, and with most prosperous approbation.
Menen.
Take my Cappe Iupiter, and I thanke thee:
hoo, Martius comming home?
Take my Cappe Iupiter, and I thanke thee:
hoo, Martius comming home?
2. Ladies.
Nay, 'tis true.
Nay, 'tis true.
Volum.
Looke, here's a Letter from him, the State hath
another, his Wife another, and (I thinke) there's one at
home for you.
Looke, here's a Letter from him, the State hath
another, his Wife another, and (I thinke) there's one at
home for you.
Menen.
I will make my very house reele to night:
A Letter for me?
I will make my very house reele to night:
A Letter for me?
Virgil.
Yes certaine, there's a Letter for you, I saw't.
Yes certaine, there's a Letter for you, I saw't.
Menen.
A Letter for me? it giues me an Estate of seuen
yeeres health; in which time, I will make a Lippe at
the Physician: The most soueraigne Prescription in Galen,
is but Emperickqutique; and to this Preseruatiue, of no
better report then a Horse-drench. Is he not wounded?
he was wont to come home wounded?
A Letter for me? it giues me an Estate of seuen
yeeres health; in which time, I will make a Lippe at
the Physician: The most soueraigne Prescription in Galen,
is but Emperickqutique; and to this Preseruatiue, of no
better report then a Horse-drench. Is he not wounded?
he was wont to come home wounded?
Virgil.
Oh no, no, no.
Oh no, no, no.
Volum.
Oh, he is wounded, I thanke the Gods for't.
Oh, he is wounded, I thanke the Gods for't.
Menen.
So doe I too, if it be not too much: brings a
Victorie in his Pocket? the wounds become him.
So doe I too, if it be not too much: brings a
Victorie in his Pocket? the wounds become him.
Volum.
On's Browes: Menenius, hee comes the third
time home with the Oaken Garland.
On's Browes: Menenius, hee comes the third
time home with the Oaken Garland.
Menen.
Ha's he disciplin'd Auffidius soundly?
Ha's he disciplin'd Auffidius soundly?
Volum.
Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
Auffidius got off.
Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
Auffidius got off.
Menen.
And 'twas time for him too, Ile warrant him
that: and he had stay'd by him, I would not haue been so
fiddious'd, for all the Chests in Carioles, and the Gold
that's in them. Is the Senate possest of this?
And 'twas time for him too, Ile warrant him
that: and he had stay'd by him, I would not haue been so
fiddious'd, for all the Chests in Carioles, and the Gold
that's in them. Is the Senate possest of this?
Volum.
Good Ladies let's goe. Yes, yes, yes: The
Senate ha's Letters from the Generall, wherein hee giues
my Sonne the whole Name of the Warre: he hath in this
action out-done his former deeds doubly.
Good Ladies let's goe. Yes, yes, yes: The
Senate ha's Letters from the Generall, wherein hee giues
my Sonne the whole Name of the Warre: he hath in this
action out-done his former deeds doubly.
Valer.
In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
Menen.
Wondrous: I, I warrant you, and not without
his true purchasing.
Wondrous: I, I warrant you, and not without
his true purchasing.
Virgil.
The Gods graunt them true.
The Gods graunt them true.
Volum.
True? pow waw.
True? pow waw.
Mene.
True? Ile be sworne they are true: where is
hee wounded, God saue your good Worships? Martius
is comming home: hee ha's more cause to be prowd:
where is he wounded?
True? Ile be sworne they are true: where is
hee wounded, God saue your good Worships? Martius
is comming home: hee ha's more cause to be prowd:
where is he wounded?
Volum.
Ith' Shoulder, and ith' left Arme: there will be
large Cicatrices to shew the People, when hee shall stand
for his place: he receiued in the repulse of Tarquin seuen
hurts ith' Body.
Ith' Shoulder, and ith' left Arme: there will be
large Cicatrices to shew the People, when hee shall stand
for his place: he receiued in the repulse of Tarquin seuen
hurts ith' Body.
Mene.
One ith' Neck, and two ith' Thigh, there's nine
that I know.
One ith' Neck, and two ith' Thigh, there's nine
that I know.
Volum.
Hee had, before this last Expedition, twentie
fiue Wounds vpon him.
Hee had, before this last Expedition, twentie
fiue Wounds vpon him.
Mene.
Now it's twentie seuen; euery gash was an
Enemies Graue. Hearke, the Trumpets.
A showt, and flourish.
Now it's twentie seuen; euery gash was an
Enemies Graue. Hearke, the Trumpets.
A showt, and flourish.
Volum.
These are the Vshers of Martius:
Before him, hee carryes Noyse;
And behinde him, hee leaues Teares:
Death, that darke Spirit, in's neruie Arme doth lye,
Which being aduanc'd, declines, and then men dye.
These are the Vshers of Martius:
Before him, hee carryes Noyse;
And behinde him, hee leaues Teares:
Death, that darke Spirit, in's neruie Arme doth lye,
Which being aduanc'd, declines, and then men dye.
A Sennet.Trumpets sound.
Enter Cominius the Generall, and Titus Latius: betweene
them Coriolanus, crown'd with an Oaken
Garland, with Captaines and Souldiers,
and a Herauld.
Enter Cominius the Generall, and Titus Latius: betweene
them Coriolanus, crown'd with an Oaken
Garland, with Captaines and Souldiers,
and a Herauld.
Herauld.
Know Rome, that all alone Martius did fight
Within Corioles Gates: where he hath wonne,
With Fame, a Name to Martius Caius:
These in honor followes Martius Caius Coriolanus.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.
Sound. Flourish.
Know Rome, that all alone Martius did fight
Within Corioles Gates: where he hath wonne,
With Fame, a Name to Martius Caius:
These in honor followes Martius Caius Coriolanus.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.
Sound. Flourish.
All.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus.
Coriol.
No more of this, it does offend my heart: pray
now no more.
No more of this, it does offend my heart: pray
now no more.
Com.
Looke, Sir, your Mother.
Looke, Sir, your Mother.
Coriol.
Oh! you haue, I know, petition'd all the Gods
Kneeles.for my prosperitie.
Oh! you haue, I know, petition'd all the Gods
Kneeles.for my prosperitie.
Volum.
Nay, my good Souldier, vp:
My gentle Martius, worthy Caius,
And by deed-atchieuing Honor newly nam'd,
What is it (Coriolanus) must I call thee?
But oh, thy Wife.
Nay, my good Souldier, vp:
My gentle Martius, worthy Caius,
And by deed-atchieuing Honor newly nam'd,
What is it (Coriolanus) must I call thee?
But oh, thy Wife.
Corio.
My gracious silence, hayle:
Would'st thou haue laugh'd, had I come Coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah my deare,
Such eyes the Widowes in Carioles were,
And Mothers that lacke Sonnes.
My gracious silence, hayle:
Would'st thou haue laugh'd, had I come Coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ah my deare,
Such eyes the Widowes in Carioles were,
And Mothers that lacke Sonnes.
Mene.
Now the Gods Crowne thee.
Now the Gods Crowne thee.
Com.
And liue you yet? Oh my sweet Lady, pardon.
And liue you yet? Oh my sweet Lady, pardon.
Volum.
I know not where to turne.
Oh welcome home: and welcome Generall,
And y'are welcome all.
I know not where to turne.
Oh welcome home: and welcome Generall,
And y'are welcome all.
Mene.
A hundred thousand Welcomes:
I could weepe, and I could laugh,
I am light, and heauie; welcome:
A Curse begin at very root on's heart,
That is not glad to see thee.
You are three, that Rome should dote on:
Yet by the faith of men, we haue
Some old Crab-trees here at home,
That will not be grafted to your Rallish.
Yet welcome Warriors:
Wee call a Nettle, but a Nettle;
And the faults of fooles, but folly.
A hundred thousand Welcomes:
I could weepe, and I could laugh,
I am light, and heauie; welcome:
A Curse begin at very root on's heart,
That is not glad to see thee.
You are three, that Rome should dote on:
Yet by the faith of men, we haue
Some old Crab-trees here at home,
That will not be grafted to your Rallish.
Yet welcome Warriors:
Wee call a Nettle, but a Nettle;
And the faults of fooles, but folly.
Com.
Euer right.
Euer right.
Cor.
Menenius, euer, euer.
Menenius, euer, euer.
Herauld.
Giue way there, and goe on.
Giue way there, and goe on.
Cor.
Your Hand, and yours?
Ere in our owne house I doe shade my Head,
The good Patricians must be visited,
From whom I haue receiu'd not onely greetings,
But with them, change of Honors.
Your Hand, and yours?
Ere in our owne house I doe shade my Head,
The good Patricians must be visited,
From whom I haue receiu'd not onely greetings,
But with them, change of Honors.
Volum.
I haue liued,
To see inherited my very Wishes,
And the Buildings of my Fancie:
Onely there's one thing wanting,
Which (I doubt not) but our Rome
Will cast vpon thee.
I haue liued,
To see inherited my very Wishes,
And the Buildings of my Fancie:
Onely there's one thing wanting,
Which (I doubt not) but our Rome
Will cast vpon thee.
Cor.
Know, good Mother,
I had rather be their seruant in my way,
Then sway with them in theirs.
Know, good Mother,
I had rather be their seruant in my way,
Then sway with them in theirs.
Com.
Flourish. Cornets.On, to the Capitall.
Exeunt. in State, as before.
Flourish. Cornets.On, to the Capitall.
Exeunt. in State, as before.
Enter Brutus and Scicinius
Bru.
All tongues speake of him, and the bleared sights
Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling Nurse
Into a rapture lets her Baby crie,
While she chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pinnes
Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechie necke,
Clambring the Walls to eye him:
Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are smother'd vp,
Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors'd
With variable Complexions; all agreeing
In earnestnesse to see him: seld-showne Flamins
Doe presse among the popular Throngs, and puffe
To winne a vulgar station: our veyl'd Dames
Commit the Warre of White and Damaske
In their nicely gawded Cheekes, toth' wanton spoyle
Of Phœbus burning Kisses: such a poother,
As if that whatsoeuer God, who leades him,
Were slyly crept into his humane powers,
And gaue him gracefull posture.
All tongues speake of him, and the bleared sights
Are spectacled to see him. Your pratling Nurse
Into a rapture lets her Baby crie,
While she chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pinnes
Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechie necke,
Clambring the Walls to eye him:
Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are smother'd vp,
Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors'd
With variable Complexions; all agreeing
In earnestnesse to see him: seld-showne Flamins
Doe presse among the popular Throngs, and puffe
To winne a vulgar station: our veyl'd Dames
Commit the Warre of White and Damaske
In their nicely gawded Cheekes, toth' wanton spoyle
Of Phœbus burning Kisses: such a poother,
As if that whatsoeuer God, who leades him,
Were slyly crept into his humane powers,
And gaue him gracefull posture.
Scicin.
On the suddaine, I warrant him Consull.
On the suddaine, I warrant him Consull.
Brutus.
Then our Office may, during his power, goe sleepe.
Then our Office may, during his power, goe sleepe.
Scicin.
He cannot temp'rately transport his Honors,
From where he should begin, and end, but will
Lose those he hath wonne.
He cannot temp'rately transport his Honors,
From where he should begin, and end, but will
Lose those he hath wonne.
Brutus.
In that there's comfort.
In that there's comfort.
Scici.
Doubt not,
The Commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Vpon their ancient mallice, will forget
With the least cause, these his new Honors,
Which that he will giue them, make I as little question,
As he is prowd to doo't.
Doubt not,
The Commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Vpon their ancient mallice, will forget
With the least cause, these his new Honors,
Which that he will giue them, make I as little question,
As he is prowd to doo't.
Brutus.
I heard him sweare,
Were he to stand for Consull, neuer would he
Appeare i'th'Market place, nor on him put
The Naples Vesture of Humilitie,
Nor shewing (as the manner is) his Wounds
Toth' People, begge their stinking Breaths.
I heard him sweare,
Were he to stand for Consull, neuer would he
Appeare i'th'Market place, nor on him put
The Naples Vesture of Humilitie,
Nor shewing (as the manner is) his Wounds
Toth' People, begge their stinking Breaths.
Scicin.
'Tis right.
'Tis right.
Brutus.
It was his word:
Oh he would misse it, rather then carry it,
But by the suite of the Gentry to him,
And the desire of the Nobles.
It was his word:
Oh he would misse it, rather then carry it,
But by the suite of the Gentry to him,
And the desire of the Nobles.
Scicin.
I wish no better, then haue him hold that purpose,
and to put it in execution.
I wish no better, then haue him hold that purpose,
and to put it in execution.
Brutus.
'Tis most like he will.
'Tis most like he will.
Scicin.
It shall be to him then, as our good wills; a
sure destruction.
It shall be to him then, as our good wills; a
sure destruction.
Brutus.
So it must fall out
To him, or our Authorities, for an end.
We must suggest the People, in what hatred
He still hath held them: that to's power he would
Haue made them Mules, silenc'd their Pleaders,
And dispropertied their Freedomes; holding them,
In humane Action, and Capacitie,
Of no more Soule, nor fitnesse for the World,
Then Cammels in their Warre, who haue their Prouand
Onely for bearing Burthens, and sore blowes
For sinking vnder them.
So it must fall out
To him, or our Authorities, for an end.
We must suggest the People, in what hatred
He still hath held them: that to's power he would
Haue made them Mules, silenc'd their Pleaders,
And dispropertied their Freedomes; holding them,
In humane Action, and Capacitie,
Of no more Soule, nor fitnesse for the World,
Then Cammels in their Warre, who haue their Prouand
Onely for bearing Burthens, and sore blowes
For sinking vnder them.
Scicin.
This (as you say) suggested,
At some time, when his soaring Insolence
Shall teach the People, which time shall not want,
If he be put vpon't, and that's as easie,
As to set Dogges on Sheepe, will be his fire
To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze
Shall darken him for euer.
This (as you say) suggested,
At some time, when his soaring Insolence
Shall teach the People, which time shall not want,
If he be put vpon't, and that's as easie,
As to set Dogges on Sheepe, will be his fire
To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze
Shall darken him for euer.
Enter a Messenger.
Brutus.
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
Mess.
You are sent for to the Capitoll:
'Tis thought, that Martius shall be Consull:
I haue seene the dumbe men throng to see him,
And the blind to heare him speak: Matrons flong Gloues,
Ladies and Maids their Scarffes, and Handkerchers,
Vpon him as he pass'd: the Nobles bended
As to Ioues Statue, and the Commons made
A Shower, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Showts:
I neuer saw the like.
You are sent for to the Capitoll:
'Tis thought, that Martius shall be Consull:
I haue seene the dumbe men throng to see him,
And the blind to heare him speak: Matrons flong Gloues,
Ladies and Maids their Scarffes, and Handkerchers,
Vpon him as he pass'd: the Nobles bended
As to Ioues Statue, and the Commons made
A Shower, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Showts:
I neuer saw the like.
Brutus.
Let's to the Capitoll,
And carry with vs Eares and Eyes for th'time,
But Hearts for the euent.
Let's to the Capitoll,
And carry with vs Eares and Eyes for th'time,
But Hearts for the euent.
Scicin.
Exeunt.Haue with you.
Exeunt.Haue with you.