Coriolanus: Act III, Scene iii First Folio

Coriolanus       Act III, Scene iii       Coriolanus

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2408:  You common cry of Curs, whose breath I hate,
2409:  As reeke a'th' rotten Fennes: whose Loues I prize,
2410:  As the dead Carkasses of vnburied men,
2411:  That do corrupt my Ayre: I banish you,
2412:  And heere remaine with your vncertaintie.
2413:  Let euery feeble Rumor shake your hearts:
2414:  Your Enemies, with nodding of their Plumes
2415:  Fan you into dispaire: Haue the power still
2416:  To banish your Defenders, till at length
2417:  Your ignorance (which findes not till it feeles,
2418:  Making but reseruation of your selues,
2419:  Still your owne Foes) deliuer you
2420:  As most abated Captiues, to some Nation
2421:  That wonne you without blowes, despising
2422:  For you the City. Thus I turne my backe;
2423:  There is a world elsewhere.