Vol. He cannot chufe. I am moft 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, fay you? Vol. A moft royal one. The Centurions and their Charges diftinctly billetted, 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 prefent action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and moft glad of your com pany. Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the moft cause 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, Left that thy wives with fpits, and boys with ftones, 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 lies: Is he in Antium? 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 faft fworn, G3 Unfe Unfeparable, hall within this hour, Whofe pallions and whofe plots have broke their fleep [Exit. SCENE changes to a Hall in Aufidius's House, Ser. Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. WI think, our fellows are afleep. [Exit. INE, wine, wine! what fervice is here? Enter another Serving-man. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus? my Mafter calls for him : Cotus. Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly houfe; the feaft fmells well; but I Appear not like a guest. Enter the firft 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 deferv'd no better entertainment, in be ing Coriolanus. Enter fecond Servant. [Afide. 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. Cor. Away! Cor. Now thou'rt troublesom. 2 Ser. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third Servant. The firft meets him. 3 Ser. What Fellow's this? í Ser. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' houfe: 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 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. [Pushes him away from him. 3 Ser. What, will you not? pr'ythee, tell my Mafter, what a ftrange Gueft he has here. 2 Ser. And I fhall. [Exit Second Serving-man. 3 Ser. Where dwell'ft thou? Cor. Under the Canopy. 3 Ser. Under the Canopy? Cor. Ay. 3 Ser. Where's that? Cor. I'th' City of Kites and Crows. 3 Ser. I'th' City of Kites and Crows? what an Afs it is! then thou dwell'ft with Daws too? Cor. No, I ferve not thy Master. 3 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my Mafter? Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter fervice, than to meddle with thy Mistress: thou prat'ft, and prat'ft; ferve 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 would't thou? thy name? Why speak'ft not? fpeak, Man: what's thy name? Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know'ft me not, and feeing me, Doft not yet take me for the Man I am, Cor. A name unmufical to Volfcian ears, Auf. Say, what's thy name? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet? Auf. I know thee not; thy name? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done The cruelty and envy of the People, Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; I had fear'd Death, of all the men i'th' world I'd have avoided thee. But in meer fpite As benefits to thee. For I will fight Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: Drawn tuns of blood out of thy Country's breast, Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius, Each word, thou'ft fpoke, hath weeded from my Should from yon cloud fpeak to me things divine, Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, heart Beftride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, Or |