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

my

fon, This Lady's husband here, this, (do you fee)

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. Tribunes.

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.
S CE N E 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. Vela You had more beard when I last saw you, but your favour is well appear’d by your tongue. What's che news in Rome? I have a note from the Volfeian

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

Róm. 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 so: 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 almost mature for the voilent breaking out.

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

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

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

Vol. He cannot chure. 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, fay you? Vol. A most 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 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,

[ExPunt.

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Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguis'd and

mufled.
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 flay me. Save you, Sir.

Enter a Citizen.
Cit. And you.

Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aue
Adius 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 Citizens.
Oh, world, thy slippery turns! friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bofoms feem to wear one heart,
Whore 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 fleep
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,

[Exit.

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SCENE

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 asleep. [Exit.

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. 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 deserv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus.

[ Afide. 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 you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand, I will not hurt your

hearth. 3 Ser. What are you? Cor. A Gentleman., 3 Ser. A marvellous poor one.

come.

Cor. True; so 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? pr’ythee, tell my master, what a strange guest he has here. 2 Ser. And I shall.

[Exit second 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 ass 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 honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress: thou pratit, and prat'it; 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't thou? what would'st thou?

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

Cor. It, Tullus, yet ihou know'ft me not, and seeing me, Doft not yet take me for the man I am, Neceflity commands me name myself.

Auf. What is thy name?

Cor. A name un musical to Volscian ears,
And harsh in found to chine,

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 Mew'st a noble vessel : what's thy name?

Cor,

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