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Rom. The main blaze of it is paft, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the Nobles receive fo to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the People, and to pluck from them their Tribunes for ever. This lyes glowing I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.
Vol. Coriolanus banish'd ?
Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when The's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer Cod riolanus being now in no request with his country.
Vol. He cannot chuse. I am most fortunate thus accia dentally to encounter you. You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.
Rom. I shall between this and supper tell you most ftrange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you ?
Vol. A most royal one. The centurions and their charges diftinctly billeted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the man, I think, that shall set them in present action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.
Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together.
(Exeunt. Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, disguis'd and muffled,
Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. City,
Enter a Citizen,
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aufidius lyes : 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,
[Exit, SCEN E IV. A Hall in Aufidius's House.
Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. 1 Ser. Wine, wine, wine ! what service is here? I think our fellows are asleep.
[Exit, Enter another Serving-man. 2 Ser. Where's Gotus? my master calls for him, Corus !
[Exir, Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly house ; the feast Imells well ; but I Appear not like a guest.
Enter tbe forf Serving-man. 1 Ser. What would you have, friend ? whence are you? here's no place for you : pray go to the door. (Exit.
Cor. I have deserv'd no better enteștainment, in being Coriolanus,
Enter fecond 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.
Enter a tbird Servant. The firft meets bim.
i Ser. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on : I cannot get him out o'th' house : pr’ythee call my master to him.
3 Ser. 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. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up fome other station, here's no place for you ; pray you avoid : come. Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits.
[Pufbes bim away from bim. 3 Ser. What, will you not pr’ythee tell my master, what a strange guest he has here.
2 Ser. And I shall. [Exit fecond Serving-man.
3 Ser. I'th' city of kites and crows ? what an ass it is! then thou dwell'ft with daws too ?
Cor. No, I serve not thy master.
Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter service, than to meddle with thy mistress : thou prát'ft, and prat'it; ferve with thy trencher : bence !
(Beats bim 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 would'At thou ? thy name? Why speak't not? fpeak, man : what's thy name?
Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know't me not, and seeing me, Duft not yet take me for the man I am, Necessity commands me name my self.
Auf. What is thy name?
Cor. A name unmusical to Volscian ears,
Auf. Say, what's thy name?
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet?
Cor. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volscians, Great hurt and mischief ; thereto witness may My Sirname, Coriolanus. The painful service, The extream dangers, and the drops of blood Shed for my thankless country, are requited But' with that firname; a good memorial, And witness of the malice and displeasure Which thou should's bear me; only that name remains. The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our daftard Nobles, who
1 Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest ; And suffer'd me by th' voice of Naves to be Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity Hath brought me to thy hearth, not out of hope (Miftake me not) to save my life ; for if I had fear’d death, of all the men i' th' world I'd have avoided thee. But in meer spite To be full quit of those my banishers, Stand I before thee here: then if thou haft A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight, And make my misery serve thy turn : so use it, That my revengeful services may prove As benefits to thee. For I will fight Against my canker'd country, with the spleen Of all the under fiends. But if so be
Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Auf. Oh, Martius, Martius,