Antium. Before AUFIDIUS' House. |
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Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean apparel, disguised and muffled. |
Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. City, |
'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir |
Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars |
Have I heard groan and drop: then, know me not, |
Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones |
In puny battle slay me. |
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Enter a Citizen. |
Save you, sir. |
Cit. And you. |
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will, |
Where great Aufidius lies. Is he in Antium? |
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state |
At his house this night. |
Cor. Which is his house, beseech you? |
Cit. This, here before you. |
Cor. 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 dissension 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. [Exit. |
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