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And by my troth have caufe: you'll fup with me?
Vol. Anger's my meat, I fup upon my self,
And fo fhall ftarve with feeding: come, let's go,
Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, [To Virgilia.
In anger, Juno-like: come, come, fie, fie!

Rom.

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know you well, Sir, and you know me: your name, I think, is Adrian.

Vol. It is fo, Sir: truly I have forgot you.

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

Vol. Nicanor? no.

Rom. The fame, Sir.

Vol. You had more beard when I laft faw you, but your favour is well s'affeer'd' by your tongue. What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volfcian state to find you out there. You have well faved me a day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome ftrange infurrections: the people against the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles.

Vol. Hath been! is it ended then? our ftate 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 fmall 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 ali power from the People, and to pluck from them their Tribunes for ever. This lyes glowing I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.

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Vol.

Vol. Coriolanus banish'd?

Rom. Banifh'd, Sir.

Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Ni

canor.

Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when fhe's fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in thefe wars, his great oppofer Coriolanus being now in no request with his country. Vol. He cannot chufe. I am moft fortunate thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home.

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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 readiness, and am the man, I think, that fhall fet them in prefent action. So, Sir, heartily well met, and moft glad of your company. Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most caufe to be glad of yours.

Rom. Well, let us go together.

[Exeunt.

Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, difguis'd and muffled. 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 fpits, and boys with stones,
In puny battel flay me. Save you, Sir.

Cit. And you.

Enter a Citizen.

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Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aufidius Is he in Antium?

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Cit:

Cit. He is, and feafts the Nobles of the State, at his

houfe 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 flippery turns! friends now faft fworn,
Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart,
Whofe hours, whofe bed, whofe meal and exercise
Are ftill together; who twine (as 'twere) in love
Unfeparable, fhall within this hour,

On a diffention of a doit, break out
To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,

Whofe paffions, and whofe plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by fome chance,

Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow dear friends,
And inter-join their iffues. So with me;

My birth-place have I and my lovers left;
This enemy's houfe I'll enter; if he flay me,
He does fair juftice; if he give me way,

I'll do his country fervice.

SCENE IV.

A Hall in Aufidius's House.

Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man.

[Exit.

1 Ser. WIne, wine, wine! what fervice is here? I think

our fellows are asleep.

Enter another Serving-man.

[Exit.

2 Ser. Where's Cotus? my mafter calls for him: Co

'tus!

Enter Coriolanus.

[Exit.

Cor. A goodly houfe; the feaft fmells well; but I Appear not like a guest.

Enter

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 deferv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus.

Enter fecond Servant.

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 a third Servant. The first meets him.

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. 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. [Pufhes him away from him 3 Ser. What, will you not? pr'ythee tell my mafter, what a ftrange gueft he has here.

2 Ser. And I fhall.

3 Ser. Where dwell'ft thou?
Cor. Under the canopy?

3 Ser. Under the canopy?
Cor. Ay.
VOL. V.

[Exit fecond Serving-man.

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3 Ser.

3 Ser. Where's that?

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

Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know'ft me not, and feeing me, Doft not yet take me for the man I am,

Neceffity commands me name my felf.

Auf. What is thy name?

Cor. A name unmufical to Volfcian ears, And harfh in found to thine.

Auf. Say, what's thy name?

Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face

Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn,

Thou fhew'ft a noble veffel: what's thy name?

Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet?
Auf. I know thee not; thy name?

Cor. My name is Caius Martius, 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 'memorial,`
And witness of the malice and displeasure

& memory,

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