is when fhe's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in thefe wars, his great Oppofer Coriolanus being now in no request of his

country.

Vol. He cannot chufe. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my bufinefs, and I will merrily accompany you home.

Rom. I fhall between this and fupper tell you most 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 fhall fet 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 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 thefe fair edifices for my wars

Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not,, Left that thy wives with fpits, and boys with stones, In puny battle 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 ftate, at his houfe this night.

Cor. Which is his houfe, I befcech you?

Cit. This here, before you.

Car

Cor. Thank you, Sir: farewel.

[Exit Citizen
Oh, world, thy flippery turns! friends now fast-fworn,
Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whofe meal and exercise
Are ftill together, who twine (as 'twere) in love
Unfeparable, fhall within this hour,

On a diffenfion of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,

dear friends,

Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke their fleep
To take the one the other, by fome chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow
And inter-join their iffues. So, with me;-
My birth-place have I and my lovers left;
This enemy's town I'll enter; if he flay me,
He does fair juftice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to a hall in Aufidius's houfe.

I Serv.

Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man.

WIne, wine, wine! what fervice is here?

I think, our fellows are afleep. [Exit.

Enter another Serving-man.

2 Serv. 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 Serv. What would you have, friend? whence are you here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.

[Exit.

Car. I have deferv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus.

[Afide.

Enter fecond Servant.

eyes

2 Serv. Whence are you, Sir? has the porter his in his head, that he gives entrance to fuch companions?

pray, get you out.

Cor. Away!

2 Serv. Away?get you away.

Cor. Now thou'rt troublefom.

2 Serv. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with

anon.

Enter a third Servant. The first meets him.

3 Serv. What fellows this?

Serv. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' houfe: pry'thee, call my Master to' him.

3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? pray you,

avoid the house.

Cor. Let me but ftand, I will not hurt your hearth: 3 Serv. What are you?

Cor. A Gentleman.

3

Serv. A marvellous poor one.

Cor. True; fo I am.

3 Serv. 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. [Pushes him away from him. 3 Serv. What, will you not? pr'ythee, tell my mafter, what a ftrange gueft he has here.

1

2 Serv. And I fhall.

[Exit fecond Serving-mans,

3 Serv. Where dwell'ft thou?
Cor. Under the canopy.

3 Seru. Under the canopy?
Car. Ay

3 Serv. Where's that?

Cor. I'th' city of kites and crows...

3 Serv. 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 mafter.

3 Serv.

3 Serv. How, Sir! do you meddle with my mafter? Cor. Ay, tis an honefter fervice, than to meddle with thy miftrefs; 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 Serv. 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 fpeak'ft not? fpeak, man: what's thy name ?
Cor. If Tullus, yet thou know'ft me not, and, seeing me,
Doft not yet take me for the man I am,
Neceffity commands me name myself.
Auf. What is thy name?

Cor. A name unmufical to Volfcian ears,
And harsh in found to thine.

Auf. Say, what is thy name?

Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face

Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn,
Thou fhew'ft a noble veffel: what's thy name?

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
To thee particularly, and to all the Volfcians,
Great hurt and mifchief; thereto witness may
My firname Coriolanus. The painful fervice,
The extream dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thanklefs country, are requited
But with that firname: A good memory,
And witness of the malice and difpleafure

Which thou fhouldft 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 ;
And fuffer'd me by th' voice of flaves to be
Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth, not out of hope

(Miftake

(Miftake me not) to fave my life; for if
I had fear'd death, of all men i'th' world
I'd have avoided thee. But in mere fpite
To be full quit of those my banishers,
Stand I before thee here: then if thou haft
A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge

Thine own particular wrongs, and stop thofe maims
Of fhame feen through thy country, fpeed thee ftraight,
And make my mifery ferve thy turn fo ufe it,
That my revengeful fervices may prove

As benefits to thee. For I will fight
Against my canker'd country, with the fpleen
Of all the under fiends. But if fo be

Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Thou'rt tir'd; then, in a word, I also am

Longer to live moft weary, and prefent

My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice :
Which not to cut, would fhew thee but a fool,
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breaft,
And cannot live, but to thy fhame, unless
It be to do thee fervice.

Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius,

Each word, thou'ft fpoke, hath weeded from my heart
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter

Should from yon cloud fpeak to me things divine,
And fay, 'tis true; I'd not believe them more
Than thee, all-noble Marcius.

Let me twine

Mine arms about that body, where-againft
My grained afh an hundred times hath broke,
And fear'd the moon with fplinters: here I clip
The anvil of my fword, and do conteft
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,

As ever in ambitious ftrength I did
Contend against thy valour.

Know thou firft,

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 miftrefs faw

Beftride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,

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