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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