Bru. I would, he had. Vol. I would, he had!-'twas you incens'd the rabble: Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth, As I can of those myfteries which heav'n Bru. Pray, let us go. Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone. You've done a brave deed; ere you go, hear this: The meanest houfe in Rome; fo far my fon, Sic. Why ftay you to be baited Vol. Take my pray'rs with you. [Exe. Tribunes. I wish, the gods had nothing else to do, Men. You've told them home, And, by my troth, have caufe: you'll fup with me? SCENE changes to Antium. Enter a Roman and a Volícian. Rom. I Know you well, Sir, and you know me: your name, think, is Adrian. Vol. It is fo, 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 fame, Sir. Vel. You had more beard when I laft faw you, but your favour is well appear'd by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volfcian ftate 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 against the fenators, patricians, and nobles. Vol. Hath been! is it ended then? our state thinks not fo: they are in a moft 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 flame again, For the nobles receive fo to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptnefs 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 almost mature for the voilent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banish'd Rom. Banish'd, Sir. Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's fall'n out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these 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 readinefs, and am the man, I think, that shall fet them in prefent action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your com pany. Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the moft cause to be glad of yours. Rom, Well, let us go together. [Exeunt. Enter Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguis'd and Cor. A goodly city is this Antium.-City, Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not, Left that thy wives with fpits, and boys with ftones, 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 state, at his houfe this night. Cor. Which is his houfe, I beseech Cit. This, here, before you. Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. you ? [Exit Citizen Oh, world, thy flippery turns! friends now faft fworn, Whose double bofoms feem to wear one heart, Whofe hours, whofe bed, whofe meal and exercise On a diffenfion of a doit, break out Whofe 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 House. 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 feast smells well; but I Appear not like a gueft. 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 troublefom. 2 Ser. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What fellow's this? Ser. A ftrange one às ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' houfe: pr'ythee, call my mafter 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 ftation, 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 strange guest he has here. 2 Ser. And I fhall. 3 Ser. Where dwell'st thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Ser. Under the canopy ? Cor. Ay. 3 Ser. Where's that? [Exit fecond ferving-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'it with daws too? Cor. No, I ferve not thy mafter. 3 Ser. 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 felllow? 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? Why fpeak'it not? fpeak, man: what's thy name? Auf. What is thy name? Cor. A name unmufical to Volfcian ears, And harth in found to thine. Auf Say, what's thy name? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face Cor: |