| Scene IV.—Antium. Before AUFIDIUS'
House. |
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| Enter CORIOLANUS, in mean apparel,
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| disguised and muffled. |
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| Cor. A goodly city is this Antium.
City, |
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| 'Tis I that made thy widows: many
an heir |
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| Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
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| Have I heard groan and drop: then,
know me |
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| not, |
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| Lest that thy wives with spits and
boys with |
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| stones |
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| In puny battle slay me. |
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| Enter a Citizen. |
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| Cit. And you. |
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| Save you, sir. |
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| Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,
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| Where great Aufidius lies. Is he in
Antium? |
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| Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles
of the |
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| state |
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| At his house this night. |
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| Cor. Which is his house, beseech you?
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| Cit. This, here before you. |
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| Cor. Thank you, sir. Farewell |
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| [Exit Citizen. |
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| O world! thy slippery turns. Friends
now fast |
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| sworn, |
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| Whose double bosoms seem to wear one
heart, |
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| Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal,
and |
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| exercise, |
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| Are still together, who twin, as 'twere,
in love |
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| Unseparable, shall within this hour,
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| On a dissension of a doit, break out
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| To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
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| Whose passions and whose plots have
broke |
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| their sleep |
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| To take the one the other, by some
chance, |
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| Some trick not worth an egg, shall
grow dear |
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| friends |
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| And interjoin their issues. So with
me: |
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| My birth-place hate I, and my love's
upon |
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| This enemy town. I'll enter: if he
slay me, |
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| He does fair justice; if he give me
way, |
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| I'll do his country service. [Exit. |
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