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station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.
CORIOLANUS:
Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
Third Servingman:
What, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a
strange guest he has here.
Second Servingman:
And I shall.
Third Servingman:
Where dwellest thou?
CORIOLANUS:
Under the canopy.
Third Servingman:
Under the canopy!
CORIOLANUS:
Ay.
Third Servingman:
Where's that?
CORIOLANUS:
I' the city of kites and crows.
Third Servingman:
I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!
Then thou dwellest with daws too?
CORIOLANUS:
No, I serve not thy master.
Third Servingman:
How, sir! do you meddle with my master?
CORIOLANUS:
Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy
trencher, hence!
AUFIDIUS:
Where is this fellow?
Second Servingman:
Here, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for
disturbing the lords within.
AUFIDIUS:
Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?
Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name?
CORIOLANUS:
If, Tullus,
Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.
AUFIDIUS:
What is thy name?
CORIOLANUS:
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
And harsh in sound to thine.
AUFIDIUS:
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?
CORIOLANUS:
Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
thou me yet?
AUFIDIUS:
I know thee not: thy name?
CORIOLANUS:
My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
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 shouldst bear me: only that name remains;
The cruelty and envy of the people,
Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
And suffer'd me by the 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' the world