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, disguis'd and muffled. Cor. A goodly City is this Antium. City, "Tis I, that made thy widows: Many an heir Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not, Cit. And you. Enter a Citizen. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Is he in Antium? Cit. He is, and feafts the Nobles of the State, at his houfe this night. Cor. Which is his houfe, I beseech you ? Cit. This, here, before you. Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen. Oh, world, thy flippery turns! friends now fast-fworn, Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart, Whofe hours, whofe bed, whofe meal and exercise On a diffenfion of a doit, break out Whose paffions and whofe plots have broke their fleep Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow dear friends, [Exit. SCENE SCENE changes to a Hall in Aufidius's Houfe. Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man: INE, wine, wine! what fervice is here? Enter another Serving-man. [Exit. 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 being Coriolanus. Enter fecond Servant. [Afide. eyes 2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir? has the porter his in his head, that he gives entrance to fuch companions? 2 Ser. Away? get you away. Cor. Now thou'rt troublesom. 2 Ser. Are you so brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Serv. What Fellow's this? 1 Serv. 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 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 Station, here's no place for you; pray you, avoid come. Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits. [Pufbes him away from him. 3 Ser. What, will you not? pr'ythee, tell my Master, what a ftrange Gueft he has here. 2 Ser. And I fhall. 3 Ser. Where dwell'ft thou? Cor. Under the Canopy? 3 Ser. Under the Canopy? Cor. Ay. 3 Ser. Where's that? [Exit fecond Serving-man. 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 Mafter. 3 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my Master ? Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter fervice, than to meddle with thy Miftrefs; thou prat'ft, and prat'it; 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 wouldft thou? thy name? Why speak'ft not? fpeak, man; what's thy name? felf. Auf. 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 Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done Permitted by our daftard Nobles, who Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; Stand I before thee here: then if thou haft A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs, and stop these maims Of fhame feen through thy Country, speed thee ftraight, As benefits to thee. For I will fight Against my canker'd Country, with the spleen 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 alfo am Longer to live most weary, and present My My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius, Each word, thou'ft fpoke, hath weeded from my heart Should from yon cloud fpeak to me things divine, Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where-against Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, Who |