Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state

O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast

sworn,

Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exer-
cise

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, 20
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.

23. "My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon"; Capell's emendation. F. 1 reads, "My Birth-place have I, and my loues upon”; Ff. 2, 3, "My Birth-lace have I, and my lover upon"; F. 4, "My Birthplace have I, and my Lover left; upon"; Pope, "My birth-place have I and my lovers left"; Becket conj. “My country have I and my lovers lost," etc.-I. G.

SCENE V

The same. A hall in Aufidius's house.
Music within. Enter a Servingman.

First Serv. Wine, wine, wine!-What service
is here! I think our fellows are asleep. [Exit.
Enter another Servingman.

Sec. Serv. Where 's Cotus? my master calls for

him.

Cotus!

Enter Coriolanus.

[Exit.

Cor. A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I Appear not like a guest.

Re-enter the first Servingman.

First Serv. What would you have, friend? whence are you? Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.

[Exit.

Cor. I have deserved no better entertainment, 10 In being Coriolanus.

Re-enter second Servingman.

Sec. 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!

10-11. That is, in having derived that surname from the sack of Corioli.-H. N. H.

Sec. Serv. 'Away!' get you away.
Cor. Now thou 'rt troublesome.

Sec. Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.

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Enter a third Servingman. The first meets him. Third Serv. What fellow's this?

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

[Retires. Third Serv. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house.

Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your

hearth.

Third Serv. What are you?

Cor. A gentleman.

Third Serv. A marvelous poor one.

Cor. True, so I am.

Third Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.

cold bits.

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Cor. Follow your function, go, and batten on [Pushes him away from him. Third Serv. What, you will not? Prithee, tell

my master what a strange guest he has here.

Sec. Serv. And I shall.

Third Serv. Where dwell'st thou?

Cor. Under the canopy.

Third Serv. Under the canopy!

Cor. Aye.

Third Serv. Where's that?

Cor. I' the city of kites and crows.

[Exit. 40

Third Serv. I' the city of kites and crows!

What an ass it is!

daws too?

Then thou dwell'st with

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Cor. No, I serve not thy master.

Third Serv. How, sir! do you meddle with my

master?

Cor. Aye; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy mistress:

Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy trencher, hence!

[Beats him away. Exit third Servingman. Enter Aufidius with the second Servingman. Auf. Where is this fellow? Sec. Serv. Here, sir: I 'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.

[Retires. Auf. Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?

Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name?

Cor. [Unmuffling]

If, Tullus,

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Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost

not

Think me for the man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.

Auf.

What is thy name?

Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,

And harsh in sound to thine.

Auf.

Say, what's thy name?

Thou hast 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? Cor. Prepare thy brow to frown:-know'st thou me yet?

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Auf. I know thee not:-thy name?
Cor. 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
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
Hoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity
Hath brought me to thy hearth: not out of
hope-

Mistake me not-to save my life, for if

I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
I would have 'voided thee; but in mere spite,
To be full quit of those my banishers,
Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak in thee, thou wilt revenge

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67. "appearance"; F. 1, "apparance" (probably the recognized form of the word, representing the pronunciation at the time).— I. G.