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Citizen:
And you.
CORIOLANUS:
Direct me, if it be your will,
Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
Citizen:
He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
At his house this night.
CORIOLANUS:
Which is his house, beseech you?
Citizen:
This, here before you.
CORIOLANUS:
Thank you, sir: farewell.
O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whose house, 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.
First Servingman:
Wine, wine, wine! What service
is here! I think our fellows are asleep.
Second Servingman:
Where's Cotus? my master calls
for him. Cotus!
CORIOLANUS:
A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
Appear not like a guest.
First Servingman:
What would you have, friend? whence are you?
Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.
CORIOLANUS:
I have deserved no better entertainment,
In being Coriolanus.
Second Servingman:
Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
head; that he gives entrance to such companions?
Pray, get you out.
CORIOLANUS:
Away!
Second Servingman:
Away! get you away.
CORIOLANUS:
Now thou'rt troublesome.
Second Servingman:
Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.
Third Servingman:
What fellow's this?
First Servingman:
A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him
out of the house: prithee, call my master to him.
Third Servingman:
What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid
the house.
CORIOLANUS:
Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.
Third Servingman:
What are you?
CORIOLANUS:
A gentleman.
Third Servingman:
A marvellous poor one.
CORIOLANUS:
True, so I am.
Third Servingman:
Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other