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Bru. I would; he had.

Vol. Iwould, he had!. 'twas you incens'd the rabble: Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those mysteries which heav'n Will not have earth to know.

Bru. Pray, let us go.

Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone. You've done a brave deed

i ere you go, hear this : As far as doth the capitol exceed The meanest house in Rome ; so far


fon, This Lady's husband here, this, (do you fee) Whom you have banilh’d, does exceed you all,

Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.

Sic. Why stay you to be baited With one that wants her wits?

[Exe. Tribunesa Vol. Take my pray’rs with you. I wish, the gods had nothing else to do, But to confirm my curses ! could I meet 'em But once a-day, it would unclog my heart Of what lies heavy to't.

Men. You've told them home, And, by my troth, have cause : you'll sup with me?

Vol. Anger's my meat, I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding : come, let's go, Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like: come, come, fy, fy! [Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Antium.


Enter a Roman and a Volscian.
Know you well, Sir, and you know me: your

name, I think, is Adrian.
Vol. It is so, Sir: truly, I have forgot you.

Rom. I am a Roman, but my services are as you are, against 'em. Know you me yet?

Vol. Nicanor no.
Rom. The same, Sir.
Veli You had more beard when I last saw you,

but your favour is well appear’d by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian

ftate to find you out there. You have well faved me a day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome ftrange insurrections: the people againft the senators, patricians, and nobles.

Vol. Hath been! is it ended then? our state thinks “not fo: they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their divifion.

Rom. The main blaze of it is paft, but a small thing would make it fame again, For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take all power from the people, and to pluck from them their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you ! and is almoft mature for the voilent breaking out.

Vol. Coriolanus banish'd ?
Rom. Banish'd, Sir.

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.

Rem. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fall’n out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Außdius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer Coriolanus being now in no request of his country.

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

Rom. I shall between this and supper tell you most strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?

Vol. A most royal one. The centurions and their charges distinctly 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 present action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company:

Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together,


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Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguis'd and

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 spits, and boys with stones,
In puny battle slay me. Save you, Sir.

Enter a Citizen.
Cit. And you.

Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Auc
fidius 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, I beseech you?
Cit. This, here, before you.
Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen.
Oh, world, thy slippery turns! friends now fast sworn,
Whore double bofoms feem to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are still together, whose twine (as 'twere) in love
Unseparable, fhall within this hour,
On a diffenfion of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their Aleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
And inter-join their issues. · So, with me ;
My birth-place have I and my lovers left;
This enemy's town I'll enter; if he slay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service.


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SCENE changes to a Hall in Aufidius's House.

Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. i Ser. INE, wine, wine ! what service is here?

I think, our fellows are affeep. [.

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 I Appear not like a guest.

Enter the first Serving-man. i Ser. What would you have, friend? whence are you?' here's no place for you : pray, go to the door.

[Exit. Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment; in being Coriolanus.

[ Aside Enter fecond Servant. 2 Ser. 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 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 Ser. What fellow's this?

i Ser. A strange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get bim out o'th' house : pr’ythee, call my master to him.

3 Ser. What have you to do here, fellow? pray yow, avoid the house.

Cor. Let me but stand, I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Sez. 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:

Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits.

[Pushes him away from him. 3 Ser, What, will you not? prythee, tell my master, what a strange guest he has here. 2 Ser. And I shall.

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

3 Ser. l'th'city of kites and crows? what an afs it is! then thou dwell'it with daws too?

Cor. No, I serve not thy master.
3 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my master?,

Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter service, than to meddle with thy mistress: thou prat'it, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher; hence,

[Beats bim away. Enter Aufidius, with a Serving-man. Auf. Where is this felllow?

2 Ser. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the Lords within. Auf. Whence com'it thou? what would'st thou ?

thy name? Why speak'st not! speak, man: what's thy name?

Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know'st me not, and seeing me, Doft not yet take me for the man I am, Necessity commands me name myself.

Auf. What is thy name?

Cor. A name unmusical to Volscian ears,
And harsh in found to thine.

Auf. Say, what's thy name?
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle’s torn,
Thou shew'st a noble vessel : what's thy name?


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