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Act IV. Scene V.

Scene V.—The Same. A Hall in AUFIDIUS'

Music within. Enter a Servingman.

First Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service
is here! I think our fellows are asleep. [Exit.

Enter a Second Servingman.
Sec. Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls
for him. Cotus! [Exit.

Cor. A goodly house: the feast smells well;
but I
Appear not like a guest.

Re-enter the First Servingman.
First Serv. What would you have, friend?
Whence are you? Here's no place for you:
pray, go to the door. [Exit.
Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertain-
In being Coriolanus.

Re-enter Second Servingman.
Sec. Serv. Whence are you, sir? Has the
porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance
to such companions? Pray, get you out.
Cor. Away!
Sec. Serv. 'Away!' Get you away.
Cor. Now, thou art troublesome.
Sec. Serv. Are you so brave? I'll have you
talked with anon.

Enter a Third Servingman. Re-enter the First.
Third Serv. What fellow's this?
First Serv. A strange one as ever I looked
on: I cannot get him out o' the house: prithee,
call my master to him.
Third Serv. What have you to do here, fellow?
Pray you, avoid the house.
Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your
Third Serv. What are you?
Cor. A gentleman.
Third Serv. A marvellous poor one.
Cor. True, so I am.
Third Serv. Pray you, poor gentleman, take
up some other station; here's no place for you;
pray you, avoid: come.
Cor. Follow your function; go, and batten
on cold bits. [Pushes him away.
Third Serv. What, you will not? Prithee,
tell my master what a strange guest he has here.
Sec. Serv. And I shall. [Exit.
Third Serv. Where dwell'st thou?
Cor. Under the canopy.
Third Serv. 'Under the canopy!'
Cor. Ay.
Third Serv. Where's that?
Cor. I' the city of kites and crows.
Third Serv. 'I' the city of kites and crows!'
What an ass it is! Then thou dwell'st with
daws too?
Cor. No; I serve not thy master.
Third Serv. How sir t Do you meddle with
my master?
Cor. Ay; 'tis an honester service than to
meddle with thy mistress.
Thou prat'st, and prat'st: serve with thy
trencher. Hence. [Beats him away.

Enter AUFIDIUS and First Servingman.
Auf. Where is this fellow?
Sec. Serv. Here, sir: I'd have beaten him like
a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.
Auf. Whence com'st thou? what wouldst
thou? Thy name?
Why speak'st not? Speak, man: what's thy
Cor. [Unmuffling.] If, Tullus,
Not yet thou know'st me, and, seeing me, dost
Think me for the man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.
Auf. What is thy name?
[Servants retire.
Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' 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
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
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 feared death, of all the men i' the 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
Thine own particular wrongs and stop those
Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee
And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it,
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits to thee, for I will fight
Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends. But if so be
Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more
Thou art tir'd, then, in a word, I also am
Longer to live most weary, and present
My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;
Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
It be to do thee service.
Auf. O Marcius, Marcius!
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from
my heart
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from yond cloud speak divine things,
And say,' 'Tis true,' I'd not believe them more
Than thee, all noble Marcius. Let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash a hundred times hath broke,
And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
The anvil of my sword, 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
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm for't. Thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And wak'd half dead with nothing. Worthy
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy, and, pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O! come; go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands,
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepar'd against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.
Cor. You bless me, gods!
Auf. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt
The leading of thine own revenges, take
The one half of my commission; and set down,
As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st
Thy country's strength and weakness, thine own
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
First Serv. [Advancing.] Here's a strange
Sec. 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
First Serv. What an arm he has! He turned
me about with his finger and his thumb, as one
would set up a top.
Sec. Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there
was something in him: he had, sir, a kind of face,
methought,—I cannot tell how to term it.
First Serv. He had so; looking as it were,—
would I were hanged but I thouglit there was
more in him than I could think,
Sec. Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: he is simply
the rarest man i' the world.
First Serv. I think he is; but a greater
soldier than he you wot on.
Sec. Serv. Who? my master?
First Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that
Sec. Serv. Worth six on him.
First Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take
him to be the greater soldier.
Sec. Serv. Faith, look you, one cannot tell
bow to say that: for the defence of a town our
general is excellent.
First Serv. Ay, and for an assault too.

Re-enter Third Servingman.
Third Serv. O slaves! I can tell you news;
news, you rascals.
First Serv. & Sec. Serv.} What, what, what?
Let's partake.
Third Serv. I would not be a Roman, of all
nations; I had as lief be a condemned man,
First Serv. & Sec. Serv.} Wherefore? wherefore?
Third Serv. Why here's he that was wont to
thwack our general, Caius Marcius.
First Serv. Why do you say 'thwack our
Third Serv. I do not say, ' thwack our gene-
ral;' but he was always good enough for him.
Sec. Serv. Come, we are fellows and friends:
he was ever too hard for him; I have heard him
say so himself.
First Serv. He was too hard for him,—directly
to say the truth on't: before Corioli he scotched
him and notched him like a carbonado.
Sec. Serv. An he had been cannibally given,
he might have broiled and eaten him too.
First Serv. But, more of thy news.
Third Serv. Why, he is so made on here
within, as if he were son and heir to Mars; set
at upper end o' the table; no question asked
him by any of the senators, but they stand bald
before him. Our general himself makes a mistress
of him; sanctifies himself with's hand, and turns
up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But the
bottom of the news is, our general is cut i' the
middle, and but one half of what he was yester-
day, for the other has half, by the entreaty and
grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, and
sowle the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
will mow down all before him, and leave his pas-
sage polled.
Sec. Serv. And he's as like to do't as any man
I can imagine.
Third Serv. Do't! he will do't; for—look
you, sir—he has as many friends as enemies;
which friends, sir—as it were—durst not—look
you, sir—show themselves—as we term it—his
friends, whilst he's in directitude.
First Serv. Directitude! what's that?
Sec. Serv. But when they shall see, sir, his
crest up again, and the man in blood, they will
out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and
revel all with him.
First Serv. But when goes this forward?
Third Serv. To-morrow; to-day; presently.
You shall have the drum struck up this after-
noon; 'tis, as it were, a parcel of their feast, and
to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
Sec. Serv. Why, then we shall have a stirring
world again. This peace is nothing but to rust
iron, increase tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
First Serv. Let me have war, say I; it ex-
ceeds peace as far as day does night; it's
spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent
Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled,
deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard
children than war's a destroyer of men.
Sec. Serv. 'Tis so: and as war, in some sort,
may be said to be a ravisher, so it cannot be
denied but peace is a great maker of cuckolds.
First Serv. Ay, and it makes men hate one
Third Serv. Reason: because they then less
need one another. The wars for my money. I
hope to see Romans as cheap as Volscians.
They are rising, they are rising.
All. In, in, in, in! [Exeunt.
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