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SCENE IV.

Changes to a Hall in Aufidius's House.
Mufick plays, Enter a Serving-man.

INE, wine, wine! What service is here?
I think, our fellows are afleep. [Exit.

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Enter another Serving-man.

2 Ser. Where's Cotus? my Master calls for him.

Cotus.

Enter Coriolanus.

Cor. A goodly house; the feast smells well; but 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 Second 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

2 Ser. Away?--Get you away.

Cor. Now thou'rt troublesome.

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

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Enter

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.

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.

bits.

Come.

Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold [Pufbes him away from him. 3 Ser. What, will you not? pr'ythee, tell my Mafter, what a ftrange Gueft he has here.

3 Ser. And I fhall.

[Exit fecond 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. 1' 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 mafter?

Cor. Ay, 'tis an

with thy Mistress. with thy trencher.

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honefter fervice, than to meddle Thou prat'ft, and prat'ft; ferve Hence.

[Beats him away.

Enter

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'ft thou? thy name?

Why speak'st not? Speak, man: what's thy name? Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know'ft me not, and, feeing me,

Do 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't a noble veffel. What's thy name?
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown. Know'ft 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 Sirname Coriolanus. The painful fervice,
The extream dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thanklefs Country, are requited
But with that Sirname; a good memory,
And witness of the malice and displeasure

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Which thou should'ft bear me; only that name remains;

The cruelty and envy of the people,

A good memory.] The memory was ufed at that time for Oxford Editor, not knowing that memorial, alters it to memorial.

WARBURTON

Per

Permitted by our daftard Nobles, who
Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft
And fuffer'd me by the voice of flaves to be
Whoop'd out of Kome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth, not out of hope,
Mistake me not, to fave my life, for if

I had fear'd death, of all the men i'th' world
I'd have avoided thee; but in meer spite
To be full quit of thofe my Banifhers,

Stand I before thee here. Then if thou haft
9 A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
Thine own particular wrongs, and ftop thofe maims,
Of fhame feen through thy Country, speed 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

Againft 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 breast,
And cannot live, but to thy fhame, unless
It be to do thee service.

Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius,

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

heart

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-against
My grained afh an hundred times hath broke,
9 A heart of wreak in thee,]
A heart of refentment.

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Of hame-] That is, difgraceful diminutions of territory.

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And

And scar'd the moon with fplinters. Here I clip
The anvil of my fword, and do contest
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 mistress faw
Beside my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a Power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lofe my arm for't. Thou haft beat me out.
Twelve feveral times, and I have nightly fince
Dreamt of encounters twixt thyfelf and me;
We have been down together in my fleep,
Unbuckling helms, fifting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel elfe to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banifh'd, we would mufter all
From twelve to seventy; and pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,

Like a bold flood o'erbear. O come, go in,
And take our friendly Senators by th' hands,
Who now are here, taking their leave of me,
Who am prepar'd against your Territories,
Though not for Rome itfelf.

Cor. You blefs me, Gods!

Auf. Therefore, moft abfolute Sir, if thou wilt

have

The leading of thy own revenges, take
One half of my Commiffion, and fet down
As beft thou art experienc'd, fince thou know'ft
Thy Country's ftrength and weakness, thine own ways;
Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
Or rudely visit them in parts remote,

To fright them, ere deftroy. But come, come in.
Let me commend thee firft to those, that shall

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