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Cor. Dire& me, if it be your will, where great Aufidius Jies : Is he in Antium?
Cit. He is, and Feasts the Nobles of the State, at his House this Night.
Cor. Which is his House, I beseech you?
[Exit. SEN E III. A Hall in Aufidius's House.
Mufick plays. Enter a Serving-man. i Ser. Wine, Wine, Wine! What Service is here? I think our Fellows are alleep.
[Exit. Enter another Serving-man. · 2 Ser. Where's Cotus ? My Maltei calls for him: Corus. Enter Coriolanus.
[Exit. Cor. A goodly House; The Feast smells; but I appear not like a Guest,
Enter the first Serving-man, i Ser. What would you have, Friend? whence are you? Here's no place for you : Pray go to the Door. [Exit.
Cor. I have deserv'd no better Entertainment, in being Coriolanus.
Enter second Servant. 2 Ser. Whence are you, Sir ? Has the Porter his Eyes in his Head, that he gives entrance to such Companions? Pray get you out.
Cor. A way!
Cor. Now thou'rt troublesom. 2 Ser. Are you so brave? I'll have you talk'd with anon.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What Fellow's this?
i Ser. A strange 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. Pray you, poor Gentleman, take up some other Stition, here's no place for you ; pray you avoid: Come. Cor. Follow your Function, go and batten on cold bits.
[Puses him away from him. 3. Ser. What, you will not? Prithee tell my Master, what a strange Guest he has here. 2 Ser. And I shall.
[Exit second Serving-man. 3 Ser. Where dwell'st thou? Cor. Under the Canopy. 3 Ser. Under the Canopy? Cor. Ay. 3 Ser. Where's that? 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'st with Daws too?
Cor. No, I serve not thy Mafter.
Cor. Ay, 'tis an honester Service, than to meddle with thy Mistress : Thou prat’st, and prat'st ; serve with thy Trencher : Hence.
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'st thou? What would'st thou? Thy Why speak'st not ? Speak Man: VVhat's thy Name?
Cor. If, Tullus, not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, doft not take me for the Map I am, necessity commands me name my Self.
[Beats him away.
Auf. What is thy Name?
Cor. A Name unmusical to Volscians Ears,
Auf. Say, what's thy Name?
Cor. Prepare thy Brow to frown; know'ft thou me not?
Cor. My Name is Caius Martius, who hath done
Auf. Oh, Martins, Martius,
Cor. You bless me, Gods. Auf. Therefore, most absolute Sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own Revenges, take The one half of my Commission, and set down As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy Country's Strength and Weakness, thine own ways; Whether to knock against the Gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, e'er destroy. But come in, Let me commend thee first to those that shall Say yea to thy Desires. A thousand welcomes, And more a Friend, than e'er an Enemy: Yet, Martius, that was much. Your Hand; most welcome.
[Exeunt. Enter tivo Servants. I Ser. Here's a strange Alteration.
2 Ser. By my Hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a Cudgel, and yet my Mind gave me, his Clothes made a false report of him.
1 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 something in him. He had, Sir, a kind of Face, methought I cannot
tell how to term it.
Ser. He had so: 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 simply the rarest Man i'th' World.
i Ser. I think he is; but a greater Soldier than he, You wot one.
1 Ser. Who, my Master?
I Ser. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater Soldier.
2 Ser. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that; for the defence of a Town, our General is excellent. 1 Ser. Ay, and for an Assault too.
Enter a third Servant. 3 Ser. Oh Slaves, I can tell you News; News, you Rascals.