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O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, 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 birthplace 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.
SCENE V.
Antium. AUFIDIUS' house
Music plays. Enter A SERVINGMAN
FIRST SERVANT. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! I think our
fellows are asleep. Exit
Enter another SERVINGMAN
SECOND SERVANT.Where's Cotus? My master calls for him.
Cotus! Exit
Enter CORIOLANUS
CORIOLANUS. A goodly house. The feast smells well, but I
Appear not like a guest.
Re-enter the first SERVINGMAN
FIRST SERVANT. What would you have, friend?
Whence are you? Here's no place for you: pray go to the door.
Exit
CORIOLANUS. I have deserv'd no better entertainment
In being Coriolanus.
Re-enter second SERVINGMAN
SECOND SERVANT. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
head that he gives entrance to such companions? Pray get you out.
CORIOLANUS. Away!
SECOND SERVANT. Away? Get you away.
CORIOLANUS. Now th' art troublesome.
SECOND SERVANT. Are you so brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon.
Enter a third SERVINGMAN. The first meets him
THIRD SERVANT. What fellow's this?
FIRST SERVANT. A strange one as ever I look'd on. I cannot get him
out o' th' house. Prithee call my master to him.
THIRD SERVANT. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you avoid the
house.
CORIOLANUS. Let me but stand- I will not hurt your hearth.
THIRD SERVANT. What are you?
CORIOLANUS. A gentleman.
THIRD SERVANT. A marv'llous poor one.
CORIOLANUS. True, so I am.
THIRD SERVANT. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other
station; here's no place for you. Pray you avoid. Come.
CORIOLANUS. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits.
[Pushes him away from him]
THIRD SERVANT. What, you will not? Prithee tell my master what a
strange guest he has here.
SECOND SERVANT. And I shall. Exit
THIRD SERVANT. Where dwell'st thou?
CORIOLANUS. Under the canopy.
THIRD SERVANT. Under the canopy?
CORIOLANUS. Ay.
THIRD SERVANT. Where's that?
CORIOLANUS. I' th' city of kites and crows.
THIRD SERVANT. I' th' city of kites and crows!
What an ass it is! Then thou dwell'st with daws too?
CORIOLANUS. No, I serve not thy master.
THIRD SERVANT. How, sir! Do you meddle with my master?
CORIOLANUS. Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
mistress. Thou prat'st and prat'st; serve with thy trencher;
hence! [Beats him away]
Enter AUFIDIUS with the second SERVINGMAN
AUFIDIUS. Where is this fellow?
SECOND SERVANT. Here, sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for
disturbing the lords within.
AUFIDIUS. Whence com'st thou? What wouldst thou? Thy name?
Why speak'st not? Speak, man. What's thy name?
CORIOLANUS. [Unmuffling] If, Tullus,
Not yet thou know'st me, and, seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.
AUFIDIUS. What is thy name?
CORIOLANUS. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.
AUFIDIUS. Say, what's thy name?
Thou has a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn,
Thou show'st a noble vessel. What's thy name?
CORIOLANUS. Prepare thy brow to frown- know'st thou me yet?
AUFIDIUS. I know thee not. Thy name?
CORIOLANUS. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Volsces,
Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
My surname, Coriolanus. The painful service,
The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are requited
But with that surname- a good memory
And witness of the malice and displeasure
Which thou shouldst bear me. Only that name remains;
The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who