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Virg. What then? he'd make an end of thy Pofterity.
Vol. Bastards, and all. Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
Men. Come, come, peace.
Sic. I would, he had continued to his Country
Bru. I would, he had.
Bru. Pray, let us go.
Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone.
Bru. Well, well, we'll leave you.
[Ex. Tribunes. Vol. Take my prayers with you. I wish, the Gods had nothing else to do, But to confirm my Curses! Could I moet 'err But once a-day, it would unclog my heart Of what lyes heavy to't. - Men. You've told them home, And, by my troth, have cause: you'll sup with me?
Vol. Anger's my meat, I fup upon my self, And so shall starve with feeding : come, let's go, Leave this faint puling, and lament as I do, In anger, Juno-like: come, come, fic, fie! [Exeunt.
name, I think, is Adrian.
Rom. I am a Roman, but my services are as you are, against 'em. Know you me yet?
Vol. Nicanor ? no.
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 saved me a day's journey.
Rom. There hath been in Romé ftrange insurrections: the People against the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles..
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 divifion.
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 Tribunes for
This lies glowing, I can tell you ; and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.
Vol. Coriolanus banih'd ? ;
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence,
Rom. The day serves well for them now. I have heard it said, the fitcest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when she's 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 molt 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 you 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 most cause to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together.
[Exeunt. Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, disguis’d and
mufled. Cor. A goodly City is this Antium. - City, 'Tis 1, that made thy widowş : 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 battel slay me. Save you, Sir.
Enter a Citizen, Cit. And you. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Au
fidius lies : Is he in Antium?
Cit. He is, and feasts the Nobles of the State, at his house this night.
Cor. Which is his house, I beseech you?
Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen.
Unseparable, Thall within this hour,
SCENE changes to a Hall in Aufidius's House,
Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. i Ser. INE, wine, wine! 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.
Enter the first Serving-man. i Ser. What would you have, friend? whence are you ? here's no place for you : pray, go to the door.
[Exit. Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus.
[Aside. Enter fecond Servant. 2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir? has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such companions ? pray, get you out.
Cor. Now thou'rt troublesom. 2 Ser. Are you so brave? I'll have you talk'd with
Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What Fellow's this?
i Ser. A strange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' house: pr’ythee, call my Master to bim.
3 Ser. What have you to do here, Fellow? pray you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand, I will not hurt
hearth. 3 Ser. What are you? Cor. A Gentleman. 3 Ser. A marvellous poor onc. Cor. True ; fo I am.
3 Ser. Pray you, poor Gentleman, take up some 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 Ser. What, will you not? prythce, tell my Master, what a strange Gueft he has here.
2 Ser. And I shall. i [Exit Second Serving-man. 3 Ser. Where dwell'st thou? Cor. Under the Canopy. 3 Ser. Under the Canopy? Cor. Ay. 3 Ser. Where's that? Cor. I'th' City of Kites and Crows.
3 Ser. I'th' City of Kites and Crows? what an Ars it is! then thou dwell'st with Daws too?
Cor. No, I serve not thy Master. 3 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my Master ?
Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter service, than to meddle with thy Mistress: thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher: hence.
[Beats him away.