“Your ignorance,—which finds not till it feels,— Making but reservation of yourselves,— Still your own foes,—deliver you, as most Abated captives to some nation That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back: There is a world elsewhere.
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians.]
AEDILE. The people's enemy is gone, is gone! citizens. Our enemy is banish'd, he is gone! Hoo! Hoo!