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Vol. It is so, sir : truly, I have forgot you.
Rom. I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against 'em : Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? No.
140 Rom. The same, sir.
Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you ; but your favour is well appear'd 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 sav'd me a day's journey.
Rom. There hath been in Rome strange insurrection: the people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
149 Vol. Hath been? Is it ended then ? Our state thinks not-so; 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 flame again. For the nobles receive so to heart the banishment of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness, to take all power from the people, and to pluck from them their tri. bunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banish'd !
160 Rom. Banish'd, 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
of his country.
noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his great opposer Coriolanus being now in no request
169 Vol. He cannot choose. 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, 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 billeted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning. 179
Rom. I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the
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
រ most cause to be glad of your's. Rom. Well, let us go together.
Antium. Before AUFIDIUS's House. Enter CORIO.
LANUS, in mean Apparel, disguis’d, 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; Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones,
Enter a Citizen.
battle slay me.-Save you, sir. Cit. And you.
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state,
Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech you ?
199 Cor. Thank
farewel. [Exit Citizen. O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast
sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissention of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes, Whose passions and whose plots have broke their
sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, And interjoin their issues. So with me:My birth-place hate I, and my This enemy town.--I'll enter: if he slay me, He does fair justice ; if he give me way, I'll do his country seryice.
SCENE SCENE V.
A Hall in AUFIDIUS's House. Musick plays. Enter e
i Serv. Wine, wine, wine l What service is here ! I think our fellows are asleep.
Enter another Serving-Man. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him. Cotus!
Cor. A goodly house : The feast smells well : but I Appear not like a guest.
Re-enter the first Serving-Man. 1 Seru. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the door.
[Exit. Cor. I have desery'd no better entertainment, In being Coriolanus.
Re-enter Second Servant.
. Serv. Whence are you, siri Has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such com panions? Pray, get you out. Cor. Away!
230 2 Seru. Away ? Get you away.
Cor. Now thou art troublesome.
2 Serv. Are you so brave : I'll have you talk'd with anon.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets him.
Serv. What fellow's this? i Serv. A strange one as ever I look'd on : I can. not get him out o'the house : Priythee, call my mas. ter to him.
3 Serv. What have you to do here, fellow > Pray you, avoid the house.
Cor. Let me but stand ; I will not hurt your hearth.
3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some
250 And batten on cold bits.
[Pushes him away. 3 Sery. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here, 2 Serv. And I shall.
3 Serv. Under the canopy !