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Cor. 1' the city of kites and crows.
3 Serv. I'the city of kites and crows i-What an ass it is!—Then thou dwell'st with daws too? 261
Cor. No, I serve not thy master. 3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my master?
Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service, than to meddle with thy mistress : Thou prat’st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, hence!
[Beats him away. Enter Aufidius, with the Second 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 comest thou ? what wouldest thou? Thy name?
270 Why speak’st not? Speak, man: What's thy name?
Cor. If, Tullus, Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, necessity Commands me nanie myself.
Auf. What is thy name?
Cor. A name unmusical to the Volsces' ears, And harsh in sound to thine.
Auf. Say, what's thy name ? Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face 28 Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Thou shew'st a noble vessel : 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 Volsces, Great hurt and mischief ; thereto witness may My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service, The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood Shed for my thankless country, are requited 290 But with that surname; a good memory, And witness of the malice and displeasure Which thou shouldst bear me, only that name rea
mains : The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be Whoop'd out Rome. Now, this extremity Hath brought me to thy hearth ; Not out of hope, Mistake me not, to save my life; for if
310 Against my canker'd country with the spleen K
Of all the under fiends. But if so be
Auf. O Marcius, Marcius,
heart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, 'Tis true ; I'd not believe them more than thee, All noble Marcius Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with splinters ! Here I clip 330 The anvil of my sword; and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I lov'd the maid I marry'd ; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
? Thou noble thing ! more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose 340
Cor. You bless me, Gods!
Let me commend thee first to those, that shall
[ Exeunt. i Serv. Here's a strange alteration!
370 2 Serv. By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave ine, his clothes made a false report of him.
1 Serv. What an arm he has ! He turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top
2 Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him: He had, sir, a kind of face, methought I cannot tell how to term it.
379 1 Serv. He had so; looking, as it were-'Would I were hang'd, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
2 Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn : He is simply the rarest man i' the world.
1 Serv. I think, he is : but a greater soldier than he, you wot one.
2 Serv. Who? my master ?
1 Serv. Nay, not so neither : but I take him to be the greater soldier.
391 2 Serv. 'Faith, look yoli, one cannot tell how to say that : for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.