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 of his country. Vol. He cannot chufe. I am most fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my bufinefs, and I will merrily accompany you home. 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 com pany. 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 thefe 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 battle flay me. Save you, Sir. Cit. And you. Enter a Citizen. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aufidius lies Is he in Antium ? Cit. He is, and feafts the Nobles of the ftate, at his houfe this night. Cor. Which is his houfe, I befcech you? Cit. This here, before you. Car Cor. Thank you, Sir: farewel. [Exit Citizen On a diffenfion of a doit, break out dear friends, Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke their fleep [Exit. SCENE changes to a hall in Aufidius's houfe. I Serv. Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. WIne, wine, wine! what fervice is here? I think, our fellows are afleep. [Exit. Enter another Serving-man. 2 Serv. Where's Cotus? my mafter calls for him : Cotus. Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly houfe; the feaft fmells well; but I appear not like a guest. Enter the firft Serving-man. 1 Serv. What would you have, friend? whence are you here's no place for you: pray, go to the door. [Exit. Car. I have deferv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus. [Afide. Enter fecond Servant. eyes 2 Serv. Whence are you, Sir? has the porter his 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'rt troublefom. 2 Serv. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Serv. What fellows this? Serv. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' houfe: pry'thee, call my Master 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 station, here's no place for you; pray you, avoid : come. Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits. [Pushes him away from him. 3 Serv. What, will you not? pr'ythee, tell my mafter, what a ftrange gueft he has here. 1 2 Serv. And I fhall. [Exit fecond Serving-mans, 3 Serv. Where dwell'ft thou? 3 Seru. Under the canopy? 3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. I'th' city of kites and crows... 3 Serv. 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 Serv. 3 Serv. 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 Serv. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within. Auf. Whence com'ft thou? what wouldst thou? thy name? Why fpeak'ft not? fpeak, man: what's thy name ? Cor. A name unmufical to Volfcian ears, Auf. Say, what is thy name? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown; know'st thou me yet? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done Which thou fhouldft bear me, only that name remains. Permitted by our daftard nobles,, who (Miftake (Miftake me not) to fave my life; for if Thine own particular wrongs, and stop thofe maims As benefits to thee. For I will fight Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes Longer to live moft weary, and prefent My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice : Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breaft, Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius, Each word, thou'ft fpoke, hath weeded from my heart Should from yon cloud fpeak to me things divine, Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where-againft As ever in ambitious ftrength I did Know thou firft, I lov'd the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath: but, that I fee thee here, Beftride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, We |