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Enter a Citizen.
dius lies : Is he in Antium ?
Cit. He is, and feasts the Nobles of the State, at his. house this night.
Cor. Which is his house, I beseech you ?
Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen: Oh, world, thy flippery turns! friends now fast
sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still together, who twine (as 'twere) in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a diflension of a oit, break out To bittereft enmity. So fellest foes, Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, And inter-join their issues. So, with me;My birth-place have I and my lovers left; This enemy's Town I'll enter; if he slay me, He does fair juftice; if he give me way, I'll do his Country service.
S CE N E IV.
Music plays. Enter a Serving-man. i Ser.
WINE, wine, wine! what service is here?
I think, our fellows are alleep. [Exit.
Enter another Serving-man. 2 Ser. Where's Colus? my Master calls for him :: Cotus.
Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly house; the feast smells well; but I appear not like a guest.
Enter the first Serving-man. i Ser. What would you have, friend? whence are you? here's no place for you: pray, go to the door,
Exit. Cor. I have desery'd no better entertainment, in be. ing Coriolanus.
[Aside. Enter second Servant.. 2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir? has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such companions? pray, get you out.
Cor. Away! 2 Ser. Away?get you away. Cor. Now thou’rt troublesome. 2 Ser. Are you so brave? I'll have you talk'd with.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3
Ser. What Fellow's this! 1 Ser. A strange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' house : pr’ythee, call my Master to him.
3 Seru. What have you to do here, Fellow? pray you, avoid the house.
Cor. Let me but stand, I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Ser. What are you? Cor. A Gentleman. 3 Ser. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True ; so I am.
3 Ser. Pray you, poor Gentleman, take up some other Station, here's no place for you ; pray you, avoid : come.
Cor. Follow your fundion, go and batten on cold bits.
(Pushes him away from him. D 6
3 Ser. What, will you not! pr’ythee, tell my Master, what a strange Guest he has here.
2 Ser. And I shall. [Exit second Serving-man. 3
Ser. Where dwell'it thou ?
Ser. Where's that?
3 Ser. I'th' City of Kites and Crows ? what an Als it is! then thou dwell'st with Daws too?
Cor. No, I serve not thy Master. 3. Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my Master ?
Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter service, than to meddle with thy Mistress: thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher: hence.
[Beats him away. Enter Aufidius with a Serving-man. Auf. Where is this Fellow?
2 Ser. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the Lords within. Auf. Whence com'ft thou? what wouldst thou ?
thy name? Why speak it not ? speak, man : what's thy name? Cor. If Tullus, yet thou know'st me not, and, see
ing me, Doft not yet take me for the man l am, Neceflity commands me name myself.
Auf. What is thy name?
Cor. A name unmusical to Volscian ears, And harsh in found to thine.
Auf. Say, what is thy name?
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me
lyet? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volscians,
Auf. Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius, Each word, thou'st spoke, hath weeded from my heart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yond cloud speak to me things divine, And say, 'tis true; I'd not believe them more Than thee, all-noble Marcius. Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained alb an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with splinters : here. I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I lov'd the Maid I married ; never Man Sigh'd truer breath: but that I fee thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress law Beftride my threshould. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, We have a Power on foot; and I had purpose Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, Or lose my arm for't: thou hast beat me out Twelve several times, and I have nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me: We have been down together in my sleep, Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius, Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all From twelve to seventy; and pouring war Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, Like a bold flood o'erbear. O come, go in, And take our friendly Senators by th' hands, Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, Who am prepar'd against your Territors, Though not for Rome itself.