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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 banilh'd ?
Rom. The day serves, well for them now. I have heard it said, the fitteit time, to corrupt a man's wife, is when she'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 chuse. I am moft fortunate thus acci. 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 moft ftrange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adyerfaries. 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 an 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.
ŞExeunt, Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, disguis’d and muffed, · 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, Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones, lo puny battel Nay me. Save you, Sir.
Enter a Citizen.
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Arfordius 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, SCENE IV. A Hall in Aufidius's House.
Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. i Ser. Wine, wine, wine! what service is here? I think our fellows are asleep.
[Exit, Enter another Serving-man. 2 Şer. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him, Colus !
[Exit, Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly house ; the feast smells well ; but I Appear not like a guest.
Enter tbe 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 deserv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus.
Enter second Servant. 2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir ? has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such apanions ? 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 anon.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets bim, , 3 Ser. What fellow's this?
i Ser. A frange one as ever I look'd on :- I cannot get him out o'th' house: pr’ythee call my master to him.
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. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station, here's no place for you'; pray you avoid : come. Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits.
[Pufpes bim arvay 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. Where dwell'At thou ? Cor. Under the
canopy. 3 Ser. Under the canopy?
3 Ser. Where's that ?
3 Ser. I'th' city of kites and crows ? what an ass it is! then thou dwell'st with daws too ?
Cor. No, I serve not thy master.
Cor. Ay, 'tis an honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress : thou prat'ft, and prat'it; serve 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'ít thou ? what would'At thou ?. thy name? Why speak'st not? Ipeak, man : what's thy name?
Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know't me not, and seeing me, Doft 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't thou me yet?
Cor. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done
Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Auf. Oh, Martius, Martius,