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but your favour is well appeared by your tongue What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state to find you out there. You have well saved me a day's journey.

Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrections: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.

Val, Hath been ! is it ended then? our state thinks not fo: they are in a most warlike preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.

Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it fiame again. For the nebles receive fo to heart the banithment 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 lyes glowing, I can tell

you; and is almost mature for the violent breaking-out.

Vel. Coriolanus banished ?
Rom. Banihed, 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 she is fallen out with her husband. Your noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer Coriolanus being now in no, request of his country.

Vol. He cannot chuse. 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 your most strange things from Rome, all tending to the good of their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?

Vol. A most royal one. The centurions and their charges distinctly 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 molt cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together.

[Exeunt. Enter CORIOLANUS in mean Apparel, disguisoil 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 slay me. Save you, Sir.

Enter a Citizen.

Cit. And you.

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

Git. 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 Citizen, Oh, world, thy flippery turns! friends now fait

sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still together, whose twine (as 'twere) in love Unseparable, shall within this hour,

On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity. So fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their
To take the one the other, by some chance, [sleep
Some trick not worth an egg, ihall 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 Nay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to a Hall in Aufidius's House.

Music plays. Enter a Serving-man. I Ser. Wine, wine, wine! what service is here? I think our fellows are asleep.

[Exit. Enter another Serving-man. 2 Sar. Where's Cotus! my master calls for him: Cotus.

[Exit. 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 deserved no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus.

[-4fide. Enter second Servant. 2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir? has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such comFanions? pray, get you out.

Cor. Away!
2 Ser. Away?--------get you away.
Cor. Now thou’rt troublesome.
2 Ser. Are you so brave? I'll have

you

talk'd with anon.

: come.

Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What fellow's this?

i Ser. A strange one as ever I looked on; I cannot get him out o' the house: prythee call my master to him. 3 Ser. What have you to do here, fellow?

pray you, avoid the house.

Cor. Let me bat stand, 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 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 matter what a strange guest he has here.

2 Ser. And I shall. [Exit fecond Serving-man, 3

Ser. Where dwelleft thou? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Ser. Under the canopy? 3 Ser. Where's that? Cor. l'th' city of kites and crows.

3 Ser. I'th' city of kites and crows ? what an ass it is! then thou dwellest with daws too?

Cor. No, I ferve not thy maiter. 3 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my master? Cor. Ay, 'tis an honester service than to meddle

Cor. Ay.

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with thy mistress: thou prateft, and pratest; serve
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 comest thou? what would'At thou!

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

Gor. If, Tullus, yët thou know'ft me not, and Dost not yet rake me for the man I am, (seeing me, Necessity commands me name myself.

Auf. What is thy name?

Cor. A name 'unmusical to Volscian ears,
And harsh in found to thine.

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 shew'st à noble vessel: what's thy name?

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

Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volscians,
Great hurt and mifchief; thereto witness may
My firnáme, Coriolanus. The painful service,
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are requited
But with that firname : a good memory,
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou should'st bear me, only that name re.
The cruelty and envy of the people, [mains.
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
Have all forfook me, hath devoured the rest;
And suffered me by the voice of flaves to be
Hoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
You. XI.

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