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Bru. They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.

Vol. 0! y' are well met. The hoarded plague o' the gods
Requite your love!
Men.

Peace, peace! be not so loud.
Vol. If that I could for weeping, you should hear,
Nay, and you shall hear some. · Will you be gone?

[To Brutus. Vir. You shall stay too. [To Sicin.] I would, I had the

power
To say so to my husband.
Sic.

Are
you

mankind?
Vol. Ay, fool; is that a shame? - Note but this fool. -
Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
To banish him that struck more blows for Rome,
Than thou hast spoken words?
Sic.

O blessed heavens!
Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words;
And for Rome's good. — I'll tell thee what – yet go :
Nay, but thou shalt stay too. — I would my son
His good sword in his hand.
Sic.

What then?
Vir.

What then !
He'd make an end of thy posterity.

Vol. Bastards, and all.
Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!

Men. Come, come: peace!

Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country,
As he began; and not unknit himself
The noble knot he made.
Bru.

I would he had.
Vol. I would he had. 'T was you incens'd the rabble:
Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth,
As I can of those mysteries, which heaven
Will not have earth to know.
Bru.

Pray, let us go.
Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone :
You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:

As far as doth the Capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome, so far my son,
This lady's husband here, this, do you see,
Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.

Bru. Well, well; we 'll leave you.
Sic.

Why stay we to be baited
With one that wants her wits?
Vol.

Take my prayers with you. —

[Exeunt Tribunes.
I would the gods had nothing else to do,
But to confirm my curses. Could I meet 'em
But once a day, it would unclog my heart
Of what lies heavy to 't.
Men.

You have told them home,
And, by my troth , you have cause. You 'll sup with me?

Vol. Anger 's my meat: I sup upon myself,
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, come.
Men. Fie, fie, fie!

[Exxeunt.

SCENE III.

Your name,

A Highway between Rome and Antium.

Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting.
Rom. I know you well, Sir, and you know me.
I think, is Adrian.

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.
Rom. The same, Sir.

Vol. You had more beard, when I last saw you; but your favour is well appeared by your tongue. What is 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 Rome strange insurrection: 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 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 tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can tell you, and is almost mature for the violent breaking out.

Vol. Coriolanus banished?
Rom. Banished, 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'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 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 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 billeted, 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. Save you,

And you.

SCENE IV.
Antium. Before AUFIDIUS's House.
Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean Apparel, disguised and muffled.

Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. — City,
'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
Of these fair edifices 'fore 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.
In
puny
battle slay me.

Sir.
Cit.
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 house this night.
Cor.

Which is his house, beseech you?
Cit. This, here before you.
Cor.

Thank you, Sir. Farewell.

[Exit Citizen. 0, 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 't were, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissension 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 love's upon This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me, He does fair justice; if he give me way, I'll do his country service.

[Exit. SCENE V.

The Same. A Hall in AUFIDIUS's House.

Music within. Enter a Servant. 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! I think our fellows are asleep.

[E.cit. Enter a second Servant. 2 Serv. Where 's Cotus? my master calls for him. Cotus!

[Exit. Enter CORIOLANUS. Cor. A goodly house. The feast smells well; but I Appear not like a guest.

Re-enter the first Servant. 1 Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.

Cor. I have desery'd no better entertainment, In being Coriolanus.

Re-enter second Servant. 2 Serv. Whence are you, Sir? Has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such companions? Pray, get

you out.

Cor. Away! 2 Serv. Away? Get you away. Cor. Now, th' art troublesome. 2 Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.

Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Serv. What fellow 's this?

1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o' the house. Pr’ythee, call my master to him.

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. What are you?
Cor. A gentleman.

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