ftate to find you out there. You have well faved me a day's journey. Rom. There hath been in Rome strange infurrections: the people against the fenators, patricians, and nobles. Vol. Hath been! is it ended then? our state thinks not fo: they are in a moft 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 fo 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 ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you! and is almost mature for the voilent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus banish'd Rom. Banifh'd, Sir. Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor. Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife, is when he's fall'n out with her husband. Your noble Fullus Aufidius will appear well in these 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 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 Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguis'd and 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 fpits, and boys with stones, battle flay me. Save you, Sir. In puny 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 feasts the nobles of the state, at his houfe this night. Cor. Which is his houfe, I beseech you? Cit. This, here, before you. Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen, Oh, world, thy flippery turns! friends now faft fworn, On a diffenfion of a doit, break out Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke their fleep Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow dear friends, [Exit SCENE SCENE changes to a Hall in Aufidius's Houfe. Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. INE, wine, wine! what fervice is here? Enter another Serving-man. [Exit. 2 Ser. 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 Ser. What would you have, friend? whence are you? here's no place for you: pray, go to the door. [Exit. Cor. I have deferv'd no better entertainment, in being Coriolanus. Enter fecond Servant. [Afide. 2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir? has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to fuch companions? pray, get you out. Cor. Away! 2 Ser. Away? get you away. Cor. Now thou'rt troublefom. talk'd with anon. 2 Ser. Are you fo brave? I'll have you Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What fellow's this? 1 Ser. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' houfe: pr'ythee, call my mafter to him. 3 Ser. What have you to do here, fellow? pray you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand, I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Ser. What are you? Cor. A Gentleman. 3 Ser. A marvellous poor one. Cor 1 Cor. True; so I am. 3 Ser. 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. [Pufhes him away from him. 3 Ser. What, will you not? pr'ythee, tell my master, what a strange guest he has here. z Ser. And I fhall. 3 Ser. Where dwell'st thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Ser. Under the canopy? 3 Ser. Where's that? [Exit fecond ferving-man. Cor. I' th' city of kites and crows. 3 Ser. 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 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my mafter? Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter fervice, than to meddle with thy mistress: thou prat'ft, and prat'ft; ferve with thy trencher: hence. [Beats him away. Enter Aufidius, with a Serving-man. Auf. Where is this felllow? 2 Ser. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the Lords within. Auf. Whence com't thou? what would't thou? Why speak'it not? fpeak, man: what's thy name? Auf. What is thy name? Cor. A name unmufical to Volfcian ears, And harsh in found to thine. Auf. Say, what's thy name? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy face Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn, Cor: 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 Volfcians, Great hurt and mifchief; thereto witness may My firname, Coriolanus The painful fervice, The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood Shed for my thankless country, are requited But with that firname: a good memory, And witnefs of the malice and difpleasure Which thou fhould'ft bear me, only that name remains. The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our daftard nobles, who Have all forfook me, hath devour'd the reft; I had fear'd death, of all the men i' th' world Stand I before thee here: then if thou haft As benefits to thee. For I will fight Against my canker'd country, with the spleen. Of all the under fends. But if fo be Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more fortunes Thou'rt tir'd; then, in a word, I also am Longer to live moft weary, and prefent My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius, Each |