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Direct me, if it be your will,
Cor. . Which is his house, 'beseech you?
Thank you, sir; farewell.
[Exit Citizen. O, 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 'twere, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissention 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
SCENE V. . The same. A Hall in Aufidius's House.
Musick within. Enter a Servant. i Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! I think our fellows are asleep. . [Exit.
Enter another Servant. 2. Serv. Where's Cotus! my master calls for him. Cotus!
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 deserv'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 o Pray, get you out. ;.
Cor. Away! : 2 Serv. Away? Get you away. :
Cor. Now thou 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?
Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: 1 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
• In being Coriolanus.] i. e. in having derived that surname from the sack of Corioli."
9 that he gives entrance to such companions?] Companion was formerly used in the same sense as we now use the word fellow.
3 Serv. What are you?
Cor. A gentleman.
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.
[Exit. 3 Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. ''
.3 Serv. Under the canopy? 1. Cor. -Ay. .
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 mas. ter?
Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle
Beats him away.
dog, but for disturbing the lords within.
Thy name? ini".
If, Tullus, [Unmuffling.
* Cor. hou kno
Think me for the man I am, necessity
What is thy name?
Servants retire. Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. ...
Say, what's thy name?
: me yet? ;'
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
I a good memory,] Memory for memorial.
Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those inaims Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee
į : straight, And make my misery serve thy turn; so use it, That my revengeful services may prove As benefits to thee; for I will fight Against my canker'd country with the spleen Of all the under fiends. But if so be Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am Longer to live most weary, and present My throat to thee, and to thy ancient malice: Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool; Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast, And cannot live but to thy shame, unless It be to do thee service. . . Auf.
O Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my
iheart A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter Should from yon cloud speak divine things, and say, 'Tis true; I'd not believe them more than thee, All noble Marcius.-0, let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon' with splinters! Here I cli
_ mains Of shame ---} That is, disgraceful diminutions of territory. 4 with the spleen
Of all the under fiends.] Shakspeare, by imputing a stronger degree of inveteracy to subordinate fiends, seems to iniimate, and very justly, that malice of revenge is more predominant in the lower than the upper classes of society. This circumstance is repeatedly exemplified in the conduct of Jack Cade and other heroes of the mob. STEEVENS,
5 And scar'd the moon ----] that is, frightened. 6 Here I clip-] To clip is to einbrace.