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Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends,
SCENE V.—The same. A hall in Aufidius's house.
Musick within. Enter a Servant. 1 Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here ! I think our fellows are asleep.
[Excit. Enter another Servant. 2 Serv. Where's Cotus! my master calls for him. Cotus!
[Exit. 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?' Pray, get you out.
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?
1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o’th' 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 hearth. 3 Serv. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True, so I am.
3 Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, takeup someother 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? Cor. Ay. 3 Serv. "Where's that? Cor. I'th' city of kites and crows.
3 Serv. I'th' city of kites and crows ?—What an ass it is !—Then thou dwellest with daws too?
Cor. No, I serve not thy master. Thou pratst, and prat’st; serve with thy trencher, hence!
[Beats him away. Enter Aufidius and the second Servant. Auf. Where is this fellow?
2 Šerv. 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?
If, Tullus, [Unmuffling Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, nccessity Commands me name myself. Auf.
What is thy name?
(Servants retire. Cor. A name unmusical to the Volcians' 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,' And witness of the malice and displeasure Which thou should'st bear me: only that name reThe cruelty and envy of the people,
[mains; Permitted by our dastard nobles, who Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest; And suffered me by th' voice of slaves to be Whoop'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'th' 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, that will revenge
• wreak, resentment.
· memory, remembrancer. (Cor. 83]
Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims'
O Marcius, Marcius,
[heart 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 a hundred times hath broke, And scar'd the moon with splinters! Here I clip? The anvil of my sword ;3 and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love, As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I lov'd the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart, Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars ! I tell thee, We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
maims, diminutions of territory. · clip, embrace. 3 Meaning, the hero's person. (CoR. 84]
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,'
You bless me, Gods!
ways: Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere 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, Marcius, that was much. Your hand! Most welcome!
[Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. 1 Serv. (Advancing.] Here's a strange alteration !
2 Serv. 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 Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me about