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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
Peace, peace! be not so loud.
[To Brutus. Vir. You shall stay too. [To Sicin.] I would, I had the
O blessed heavens!
What then !
Vol. Bastards, and all.
Men. Come, come: peace!
Sic. I would he had continu'd to his country,
I would he had.
Pray, let us go.
As far as doth the Capitol exceed
Bru. Well, well; we 'll leave you.
Why stay we to be baited
Take my prayers with you. —
You have told them home,
Vol. Anger 's my meat: I sup upon myself,
A Highway between Rome and Antium.
Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting.
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.
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. 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,
Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. — City,
Enter a Citizen.
Direct me, if it be your will,
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state,
Which is his house, beseech you?
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
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.