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Direct me, if it be yourwill Where great Aufidius lies: Is he in Antium?

Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state, At his house this night. Cor.

Which is his house, 'beseech you? Cit. This, here, before you. Cor.

Thank you, sir; farewell.

[Exit Citizen. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissention of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes, Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall


dear friends, And interjoin their issues. So with me:My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon This enemy town.—I'll enter: if he slay me, He does fair justice; if he give me way, I'll do his country service.



The same.

A Hall in Aufidius's House.

Musick within. Enter a Servant.

1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! I think our fellows are asleep.


Enter another Servant.

2 Serv. Where's Cotus! my master calls for him. Cotus!


Enter CORIOLANUS. Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells well: but I Appear not like a guest.

Re-enter the first Servant. 1 Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the door.

Cor. I have desery'd no better entertainment, In being Coriolanus.

Re-enter second Servant.

2 Serv. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such companions ?' Pray, get you out.

Cor. Away!
2 Serv. Away? Get you away.
Cor. Now thou art troublesome.

2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.

Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Serv. What fellow's this?

1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o'the house: Pr’ythee, call my master to him.

3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your 3 Serv. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True, so I am. 3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid : come. SCE


* In being Coriolanus.] i. e. in having derived that surname from the sack of Corioli.

9 - that he gives entrance to such companions ?) Companion was formerly used in the same sense as we now use the word fellow.

Cor. Follow your function, go! And batten on cold bits. [Pushes him away.

3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr’ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here. 2 Serv. And I shall.

[Exit. 3 Serv. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Serv. Under the canopy? Cor. Ay. 3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. I'the city of kites and crows.

3 Serv. l' the city of kites and crows ?—What an ass it is!- Then thou dwellest with daws too?

Cor. No, I serve not thy master.

3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my master?

Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service than tu meddle with thy mistress: Thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, hence!

[Beats him away.

Enter AUFIDIUS and the second Servant.
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 comest thou? what wouldest thou?

Thy name? Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name? Cor.

If, Tullus, [Unmuffling. Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not

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A fall in Aufidius's House. Coriolanus.

Aufidius. Jay, whati thy . Name??
Thou hast a grim appearance


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