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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

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.

dear

[Exit.

SCENE V.

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

1 Ser. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! I think our fellows are asleep.

[Exit.

Enter another SERVANT.

2 Ser. 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 FIRST SERVANT.

1 Ser. What would you have, friend? Whence

are you? Here's no place for you. Pray, go to the door.

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

Re-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. Away!

2 Ser. Away? Get you away.

Cor. Now thou art troublesome.

2 Ser. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.

Enter THIRD servant.

The first meets him.

3 Ser. What fellow 's this?

1 Ser. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o' the house. Pr'ythee, 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.

* Fellows.

Cor. True, so I am.

3 Ser. 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 1 on cold bits.

[pushes him away.

3 Ser. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my

master what a strange guest he has here.

2 Ser. And I shall.

3 Ser. Where dwellest thou?

Cor. Under the canopy.
3 Ser. Under the canopy?
Cor. Ay.

3 Ser. Where's that?

Cor. I' the city of kites and crows.

[Exit.

3 Ser. 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 Ser. How, sir? Do you meddle with my master?

Cor. Ay; tis an honester service than to meddle with thy mistress.

Thou pratest, and pratest: serve with thy trencher; [beats him away.

hence!

Enter AUFIDIUS and SECOND servant.

Auf. Where is this fellow?

1 Fatten.

2 Ser. Here, sir: I'd have beaten him like a dog but for disturbing the lords within.

Auf. Whence comest thou? What wouldest thou? Thy name?

Why speak'st not? Speak, man; what's thy name?
Cor.
If, Tullus, [unmuffling.
Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity

Commands me name myself.

Auf.

What is thy name?

[servants retire.

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?

Auf. I know thee not. Thy name?

Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, 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,1 And witness of the malice and displeasure

' Memorial.

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