Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aufidins lies: Is he in Antium? Cit. He is, and Feafts the Nobles of the State, at his Houle 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 Hours, whofe Bed, whofe Meal and Exercife On a diffention of a Doit, break out Whofe Paffions, and whofe Plots have broke their Sleep Some Trick not worth an Egg, fhall grow dear Friends, My Birth-p'ace have I, and my Lovers left; upon I'll do his Country Service [Exit. SCENE III. A Hall in Aufidius's House. Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. 1 Ser. Wine, Wine, Wine! What Service is here? 1 think our Fellows are afleep. Enter another Serving-man, [Exit. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus? My Mafter calls for him: Cotus. Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly Houfe; The Feaft smells; but I appear not like a Guest. Enter the firft Serving-man. [Exit. 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. 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 Follow's this? 1 Ser. A ftrange one as ever I lock'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' House Prithee call my Mafter to him. 3 Ser. What have you to do here, Fellow? Pray you avoid the Houfe. Cor. Let me but ftand, I will not hurt 3 Ser. What are you? 3 Ser. A marvellous poor one. your Hearth. 3 Ser. Pray you, poor Gentleman, take up fome other Station, here's no place for you; pray you avoid : Come. Cor. Follow your Function, go and batten on cold bits. [Pufies him away from him. 3 Ser. What, you will not? Prithee tell my Mafter, what a ftrange Gueft he has here. 2 Ser. And I fhall. 3 Ser. Where dwell'ft thou? 3 Ser. Where's that? [Exit fecond Serving-man. Cor. I'th City of Kites and Crows. 3 Ser. Ith 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 Service, 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 difturbing the Lords within. (Name ? Auf. Whence com'ft thou? What would't thou? Thy Why Speak'ft not? Speak Man: What's thy Name? Cor. If, Tullus, not yet thou know'st me, and feeing me, do not take me for the Man I am, neceffity commands me name my Self. Ff3 Auf. Auf. What is thy Name? Cor. A Name unmufical to Volfcians Ears, And harth in found to thine. Auf. Say, what's thy Name? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy Face Cor. Prepare thy Brow to frown; know'ft thou me not? Cor. My Name is Caius Martius, who hath done Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; I had fear'd Death, of all the Men i'th' World Stand I before thee here: Then if thou haft Thine own particular Wrongs, and ftop thofe maims Of hame feen through thy Country, fpeed thee ftraight, And make my mifery ferve thy turn: So ufe it, That my revengeful Services may prove As Benefits to thee. For I will fight Against my Cankred Country, with the spleen Of all the under Fiends. But if fo be, Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more Fortunes Longer to live most weary, and present My Throat to thee, and to thy ancient Malice: Which not to cut, would fhew thee but a Fool, Drawn Tuns of Blood out of thy Country's Breaft, Auf. Oh, Martius, Martius, Each word thou haft fpoke, hath weeded from my Heart A root of ancient Envy. If Jupiter Should from yon Cloud fpeak Divine things, And fay, 'tis true; I'd not believe them more Let me twine Mine Arms about that Body, where against Contend against thy Valour. Know thou, first Like a bold Flood o'er-bear. Oh come, go in, Ff 4 Cor. Cor. You blefs me, Gods. Auf. Therefore, muft abfolute Sir, if thou wilt have The one ha f of my Commiffion, and fet down y Country's Strength and Weakness, thine own ways; To tright them, e'er diftroy. But come in, Yet, Martius, that was much. Your Hand; moft welcome. Enter two Servants. 1 Ser. Here's a ftrange Alteration. [Exeunt. 2 Ser. By my Hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him with a Cudgel, and yet my Mind gave me, his Clothes made a falfe report of him. I Ser. What an Arm he has, he turn'd me about with his Finger and his Thumb, as one would fet up a Top. 2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his Face that there was fomething in him. He had, Sir, a kind of Face, methought-I cannot tell how to term it. 1 Ser. He ha foi looking, as it were---would I were hanged but I thought there was more in him than I could think. 2 Ser. So did I, I'll be fworn; He is fimply the rareft Man i'th' World. 1 Ser. I think he is; but a greater Soldier than he, You wot one. 2 Ser. Who, my Mafter? 1 Ser. Nay, it's no matter for that, 2 Ser. Worth fix on him. 1 Ser. Nay, not fo neither; but I take him to be the greater Soldier. 2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to fay that; for the defence of a Town, our General is excellent. 1 Ser. Ay, and for an Affault too. Enter a third Servant. 3 Ser, Oh Slaves, I can tell you News; News, you Rafcals. Both |