This enemy town. I'll enter : if he flay me,
He does fair juftice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country fervice.

[Exit.

SCENE V. The fame. A Hall in Aufidius's House.
Mufick within. Enter a SERVANT.

I SERV. Wine, wine, wine! What fervice is here! I think our fellows are afleep.

Enter another SERVANT.

[Exit.

2 SERV. Where's Cotus? my mafter calls for him.

Cotus!

Enter CORIOLANUS.

[Exit.

COR. A goodly house: The feaft fmells 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 deferv'd no better entertainment,

In being Coriolanus.

Re-enter fecond SERVANT.

2 SERV. Whence are you, fir? Has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to fuch companions? Pray, get you out.

COR. Away!

2 SERV. Away? Get you away.

COR. Now thou art troublesome.

2 SERV. Areyoufo brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third SERVANT. The first meets him.

3

SERV. What fellow's this?

I SERV. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him o'the house: Pr'ythee, call my mafter to him. 3 SERV. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house.

COR. Let me but ftand; I will not hurt your hearth. 3 SERV. What are you?

COR. A gentleman.

3 SERV. A marvellous poor one.

COR. True, fo I am.

3 SERV. 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.

[Pushes him away.

3 SERV. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here.

2 SERF. And I fhall.

3

SERV. Where dwell'ft 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.

[Exit.

3 SERV. I' the city of kites and crows ?What an ass it is!Then thou dwell'ft with daws too?

COR. No, I serve not thy master.

3

SERV. How, fir! Do you meddle with my mafter? COR. Ay; 'tis an honefter service, than to meddle with

thy mistress:

Thou prat'ft, and prat'ft; ferve with thy trencher, hence! [Beats him away. Enter AUFIDIUS, and the fecond SERVANT.

AUF. Where is this fellow?

2 SERV. Here, fir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.

AUF. Whence comeft thou? what wouldeft thou? Thy name?

Why speak'ft not? Speak, man: What's thy name?

COR. If, Tullus,

[unmuffling.

Not yet thou know'st me, and feeing me, doft not
Think me for the man I am, neceffity
Commands me name myself.

AUF. What is thy name?

[SERVANTS retire.

COR. A name unmufical to the Volcians' ears,

And harsh 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 show'st 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 Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volces,
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
My furname, Coriolanus: The painful service,
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thanklefs country, are requited
But with that furname; a good memory,
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou should'st bear me: only that name remains ;
The cruelty and envy of the people,

Permitted by our daftard nobles, who

Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft;
And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth; Not out of hope,
Mistake me not, to fave my life; for if

I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
I would have 'voided thee: but in mere spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,

Stand I before thee here. Then if thou haft

A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge

Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee ftraight
And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it,
That my revengeful fervices may prove

As benefits to thee; for I will fight

Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends. But if fo be

Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes
Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am

Longer to live moft weary, and present

My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice:
Which not to cut, would fhow thee but a fool;
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,

Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy fhame, unless

It be to do thee service.

AUF. O Marcius, Marcius,

Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter

Should from yon cloud fpeak divine things, and fay,
'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee,
All noble Marcius.-O, let me twine

Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained afh an hundred times hath broke,
And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip
The anvil of my fword; and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love,
As ever in ambitious ftrength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou firft,
I lov'd the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I fee thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart,

Than when I firft my wedded mistress saw
Beftride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,

We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lofe mine arm for't: Thou haft beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly fince
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my fleep,
Unbuckl❜ng helms, fifting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would mufter all
From twelve to feventy; and, pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,

Like a bold flood o'er-beat. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly fenators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.

COR. You blefs me, Gods!

AUF. Therefore, most abfolute fir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take

The one half of my commiffion; and fet down,—
As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
Thy country's ftrength and weakness,-thine own ways:
Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
To fright them, ere deftroy. But come in :
Let me commend thee first to those, that shall
Say, yea, to thy defires. A thousand welcomes !
And more a friend than e'er an enemy;

Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Moft wel-
come !
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS.