Scene IV.—Antium. Before AUFIDIUS'
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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
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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,
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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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