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 almoft mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banish'd? Rom. Banish'd, Sir. Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, the fittest time, to corrupt a man's wife, is when fhe's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer Coriolanus being now in no request with his country. Vol. He cannot chufe. I am most fortunate thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home. Rom. I fhall between this and fupper tell you moft ftrange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adverfaries. Have you an army ready, say you? Vol. A moft 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 fet them in prefent action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and moft glad of your company. Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most caufe to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together. [Exeunt. Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, difguis'd and muffled. Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. City, 'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir Of these fair edifices for my wars Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not, In puny battel flay me. Save you, Sir. Cit. And you. Enter a Citizen. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aufidius lyes: Is he in Antium? Cit. Cit. He is, and feafts the Nobles of the State, at his house this night. Cor. Which is his house, I beseech you? Cit. This here before you. Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen Oh world, thy flippery turns! friends now fast sworn, On a diffention of a doit, break out Whose paffions and whofe plots have broke their fleep [Exit. SCENE IV. A Hall in Aufidius's House. 1 Ser. Wine, wine, wine! what fervice is here? I think our fellows are asleep. Enter another Serving-ma -man. [Exit. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus? my mafter calls for him, Cotus! Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly house; the feaft smells well; but I Appear not like a guest. Enter the firft Serving-man. [Exit. 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 deferv'd no better entertainment, 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 fuch companions? pray get you out. Gor. Away! 2 Ser. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What fellow's this? 1 Ser. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o' th' houfe: pr'ythee call my mafter to him. 3 Ser. What have you to do here, fellow? pray you avoid the house. Cor. Let me but ftand, I will not hurt your hearth, 3 Ser. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Ser. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True; fo I am. 3 Ser. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up fome other ftation, here's no place for you; pray you avoid: come. Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits. [Pufbes him arvay from him. 3 Ser. What, will you not? pr'ythee tell my matter, what a ftrange gueft he has here. 2 Ser. And I fhall. 3 Ser. Under the canopy? 3 Ser. Where's that? 3 [Exit fecond Serving-man, Cor. I' th' city of kites and crows. Ser. I' th' city of kites and crows? what an ass it is! then thou dwell'ft with daws too? Cor. No, I ferve not thy mafter. 3 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my mafter? Cor. Ay, 'tis an honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress thou prat'ft, and prat'ft; ferve with thy trencher: hence ! [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't thou ? thy name? Why speak'ft not? speak, man: what's thy name? Cor. Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know'ft me not, and feeing me, Doft not yet take me for the man I am, Neceffity commands me name my self. Auf. What is thy name? Cor. A name unmufical to Volfcian ears, And harsh in found to thine, Auf Say, what's thy name? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'ft thou me yet? Cor. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volfcians, Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may My Sirname, Coriolanus. The painful service, The extream dangers, and the drops of blood Shed for my thanklefs country, are requited But with that firname; a good memorial, And witness of the malice and displeasure Which thou should't bear me; only that name remains. The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our daftard Nobles, who Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; Thine own particular wrongs, and ftop those maims As benefits to thee. For I will fight Thou Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes Auf. Oh, Martius, Martius, Each word thou'ft spoke hath weeded from my heart Should from yon cloud fpeak to me things divine, Beftride my threshold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee, And |