Will not have Earth to know. Bru. Pray let's go. Vol. Now, pray Sir, get you gone. You have done a brave deed: E'er you go, hear this: The meanest Houfe in Rome; fo far my Son, Vol. Take my Prayers with you. I wish the Gods had nothing elfe to do, [Ex.Tribunes. But to confirm my Curfes. Could I meet 'em Men. You have told them home, And by my troth you have caufe: You'll fup with me? [Exeum. Antium. Enter a Roman and a Volfcie. Rom. I know you well, Sir, and you know me: Your Name, I think, is Adrian. Vol. It is fo, Sir: truly I have forgot you. Rom. I am a Roman, and my Services are as you are against 'em. Know you me yet? Vol. Nicanor? No. Rom. The fame, Sir. Vol. You had more Beard when I laft faw you, but your Favour is well appear'd by your Tongue. What's the News in Rome? I have a Note from the Volfcian State to find you out here. You have well faved me a Day's Journey. Rom. There hath been in Rome ftrange Infurre&ions: The People againft the Senators, Patricians, and Nobles. Vol. Hath been! is it ended then? Our State thinks not fo; fos they are in a moft Warlike Preparation, and hope to come upon them in the heat of their Divifion. Rom. The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing would make it flame again. For the Nobles receive fo to heart the Banifhmnnt of that worthy Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptnefs, 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 almoft mature for the violent breaking out. Vol. Coriolanus Banish'd? Rom. Banifh'd, Sir. Vol. You will be welcome with this Intelligence, Ni canor. Rom. The day ferves well for them now. I have heard it faid, the fittest time to corrupt a Man's Wife, is when The's fallen out with her Husband. Your Noble Tullus Aufidius will appear well in thefe Wars, his great Oppofer Coriolanus being now in no request of his Country. Vol. He cannot chufe. I am moft fortunate, thus accidentally to encounter you. You have ended my Bufinefs, and I will merrily accompany you home. Rom. I fhall, between this and Supper, tell you mo Atrange things from Rome; all tending to the good of their Adverfaries. Have you an Army ready, fay you? Vol. A noft Royal one. The Centurions and their Charges diftinctly billetted 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 fhall fet them in prefent Action. So, Sir, heart'ly well met, and moft glad of your Company. Vol. You take my part from me, Sir, I have the most caufe to be glad of yours. Rom. Well, let us go together. [Exeunt. Enter Coriolanus in mean Apparel, disguis`d and muffled. Cor. A goodly City is this Antium. City, 'Tis I that made thy Widows: Many an Heir Of these fair Edifices, for my Wars Have I heard groan, and drop: Then know me not, In puny Battel flay me. Cit. And you. Save you, Sir. Cor. Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Aufidius lies: Is he in Antium? Cit. He is, and Feafts the Nobles of the State, at his House this Night. Cor. Which is his Houfe, I beseech Cor. Thank you, Sir: Farewel. you? [Exit Citizen. Oh World, thy flippery turns! Friends now faft fworn, Whofe Hours, whofe Bed, whofe Meal and Exercise On a diffention of a Doit, break out Whofe Paffions, and whofe Plots have broke their Sleep Some Trick not worth an Egg, fhall grow dear Friends, My Birth-place have I, and my Lovers left; upon [Exit, SENE III. A Hall in Aufidius's House. Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. 1 Ser. Wine, Wine, Wine! What Service is here? I think our Fellows are afleep. Enter another Serving-man. [Exit. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus? My Mafter calls for him: Cotus. Enter Coriolanus. Cor. A goodly House; The Feaft fmells; but I appear not like a Guest. Enter the firft Serving-man. [Exit. 1 Ser. What would you have, Friend? whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray go to the Door. [Exit. Cor. I have deferv'd no better Entertainment, in being Coriolanus. Enter fecond Servant. 2 Ser. Whence are you,Sir? Has the Porter his Eyes in his Head, that he gives entrance to fuch Companions? Cor. Now thou'rt troublefom. 2 Ser. Are you fo brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon. Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What Fellow's this? 1 Ser. A ftrange one as ever I look'd on: I cannot get him out o'th' House Prithee call my Master to him. 3 Ser. What have you to do here, Fellow? Pray you avoid the House. Cor. Let me but stand, I will not hurt your Hearth. 3 Ser. What are you? Cor. A Gentleman. 3 Ser. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True; fo I am. 3 Ser. Pray you, poor Gentleman, take up fome other Station, here's no place for you; pray you avoid: Come. Cor. Follow your Function, go and batten on cold bits. 3. Ser. What, you will not? a ftrange Gueft he has here. 2 Ser. And I shall. 3 Ser. Where dwell'st thou ? 3 Ser. Where's that? [Pufes him away from him. Prithee tell my Mafter, what [Exit fecond Serving-man. Cor. I'th' City of Kites and Crows. 3 Ser. I'th' City of Kites and Crows? What an Ass it is; then thou dwell'ft with Daws too? Cor. No, I ferve not thy Mafter. 3 Ser. How, Sir! Do you meddle with my Mafter? Cor. Ay, 'tis an honefter Service, than to meddle with thy Miftrefs: Thou prat'ft, and prat'ft; ferve with thy Trencher Hence. [Beats him 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. (Nam ? Auf. Whence com'ft thou? What would't thou? Thy Why speak'ft not? Speak Man: VVhat's thy Name? Cor. If, Tullus, not yet thou know'ft me, and feeing me, doft not take me for the Man I am, neceffity commands me name my Self. Ff3 Auf. Auf. What is thy Name? Cor. A Name unmufical to Volfcians Ears, And harsh in found to thine. Auf. Say, what's thy Name? Thou haft a grim appearance, and thy Face Cor. Prepare thy Brow to frown; know'ft thou me not? Cor. My Name is Caius Martius, who hath done I had fear'd Death, of all the Men i'th' World Stand I before thee here: Then if thou haft A Heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge Thine own particular Wrongs, and stop thofe maims Of fhame feen through thy Country, fpeed thee ftraight, As Benefits to thec. For I will fight Against my Cankred Country, with the fplen Thou dar'ft not this, and that to prove more Fortunes Longer to live moft weary, and prefent My Throat to thee, and to thy ancient Malice : |