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3 Ser. What have you to do here, Fellow? pray you, avoid the house.
Cor. Let me but ftand, I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Ser. What are you ? Cor. A Gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True ; so I am. 3Ser. Pray you, poor Gentleman, take up fome other Station, here's no place for you ; pray you, avoid :
Cor. Follow your function, go and batten on cold bits.
[Pufbes bim away from him. 3 Ser. What, will you not? pr'ythee, tell my Mafter, what a strange Guest he has here.
2 Ser. And I shall. [Exit fecond Serving-man. 3 Serv. Where dwell'st thou ? Cor. Under the Canopy. 3 Serv. Under the Canopy ? Cor. Ay. 3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. I'th' City of Kites and Crows.
3 Serv. I'th' City of Kites and Crows ? what an Ass it is ! then thou dwell'st with Daws too?
Cor. No, I serve not thy Master. 3 Ser. How, Sir! do you meddle with my Master ?
Cor. Ay, 'cis an honefter service, than to meddle with thy Mistress : thou prat't, and prat'ft ; ferve with thy trencher : hence.
[Beats bim away. Enter Aufidius with a Serving-man. Auf. Where is this Fellow ?
2 Ser. Here, Sir; I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the Lords within. Auf. Whence com'lt thou ? what wouldst thou? thy
name ? Why speak'st not ? speak, man : what's thy name?
Cor. If, Tullus, yet thou know'st me not, and, fee
ing me, Doft not yet take me for the man I am, Neceflity commands me name my self.
Auf. What is thy name?
Cór. A name unmusical tọ Volscian cars,
Auf. Say, what is thy name?
Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown ; know'it thou me yet ?
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
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My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice :
Auf. Oh, Marcius, Marcius,
Though not for Rome it self.
Cor. You bless me, Gods !
Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou wilt have
Enter two Servants.
1 Ser. Here's a strange alteration.
2 Ser. By my hand, I had thought to have ftrucken him with a cudgel, and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.
i Ser. What an arm he has ! he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top:
2 Ser. Nay, I knew by his face that there was fomething in him. He had, Sir, a kind of face, methoughtI cannot tell how to term it.
i Ser. He had fo: looking, as it were 'would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
2 Ser. So did I, I'll be sworn : he is fimply the rareft man i'th' world.
I Ser. I think, he is; but a greater Soldier than he, you wot one.
2 Ser. Who, my Master?
1 Ser. Nay, not so neither ; but I take him to be the
2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that ; for the defence of a Town, our General is excellent.
I Ser. Ay, and for an assault too.
Enter a third Servant.
3 Ser. Oh, llaves, I can tell you news ; news, you rascals.
Both. What, what, what ? let's partake.
Ser. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as lieve be a condemn'd man.
Both. Wherefore? wherefore ?
3 Ser. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our General, Caius Marcius.
i Ser. Why do you say, thwack our General ?
3 Ser. I do not say, thwack our General; but he was always good enough for him.
2 Ser. Come, we are fellows and friends; he was ever too hard for him, I have heard him say so himself.
i Ser. He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth on't: before Corioli, he scotcht him and notcht him like a carbonado.
2 Ser. And, had he been cannibally given, he might have broil'd and eaten him too.
i Ser. But, more of thy news ;
3 Ser. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were Son and Heir to Mars : set at upper end o’th' table ; no question ask'd him by any of the Senators, but they stand bald before him. Our General himself makes a Mistress of him, sanctifies himself with's hands, ard turns up the white o’th’eye to his discourse. But the bottom of the news is, our General is cut i'th' middle, and but one half of what he was yesterday. For the Other has half, by the Intreaty and Grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and fowle the porter of Rome VOL. VI.