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Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and MENENIUS.
Here comes his mother.
Sic. Let's not meet her.
Sic. They say she's mad.
Bru. They have ta'en note of us:
Keep on your way.
Vol. O, you're 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.-
Sic. O blessed heavens !
Vol. More noble blows, than ever thou wise words;
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 continued 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? 'Twas you incensed the rabble:
As I can of those mysteries which heaven
Bru. Pray, let us go.
Vol. Now, pray, Sir, get you gone:
You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:
The meanest house in Rome: so far, my son
Vol. Take my prayers with you.-
* Mean cunning.
Men. You have told them home,
And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
Men. Fie, fie, fie!
SCENE III-A highway between Rome and Antium.
Rom. I know you well, Sir, and you know me: your name 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 them: Know you me yet?
Vol. Nicanor? No,
Rom. The same, Sir.
Vol. You had inore beard, when I last saw you; but your favour is well appeared by your tongue.* What's the news in Rome? I have a note from the Volcian 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.
* Your voice manifests to me that I am right in thinking I remembered your features. † In pay.
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
Have I heard groan, and drop: then know me not;
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,
Where great Aufidius lies: Is he in Antium?
Cor. Which is his house, 'beseech you?"
Cor. Thank you, Sir; farewell.
O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity: So, fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep.
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
SCENE V-The same. A Hall in AUFIDIUS's House.
1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! our fellows are asleep.
What service is here! I think [Exit.
Enter another 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.
2 Serv. Away? Get you away.
Whence are you?
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.
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.
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. What are you?
Cor. A gentleman.
3 Serv. A marvellous poor one.
Cor. True, so I am.
3 Serv. 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.
3 Serv. What, will you not ? Pr'ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here.
2 Serv. And I shall.
3 Serv. Where dwellest thou?.
Cor. Under the canopy.
3 Serv. Under the canopy?"
3 Serv. Where's that?
Cor. I' the city of kites and crows.
3 Serv. I' the city of kites and crows ?-What an ass it is!Then thou dwellest with daws too?
Cor. No, I serve not thy master.
3 Serv. How, Sir! Do you meddle with my master?
Cor. Ay; 'tisan honester service than to meddle with thy mistress: Thou prat'st, and prat'st; serve with thy trencher, hence!
[Beats him away.
Enter AUFIDIUS and the second SERVANT.
Auf. Where is this fellow?
2 Serv. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.
Auf. Whence comest thou ? what wouldest thou? Thy name?" Why speak'st not? Speak, man: What's thy name?
Cor. If, Tullus,
Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not
Auf. What is thy name?
Cor. A name unmusical to the Volcians' ears,
Auf. Say, what's thy name?
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
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
My surname, Coriolanus: The painful service,
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Thou darest not this, and that to prove more fortunes
It be to do thee service.
Auf. O, Marcius, Marcius,
Here I clip T
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart
+ Disgraceful diminutions. Embrace. Arm.