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 [Exit. SCENE V. The same. A hall in Aufidius's house. 1 Ser. Wine, wine, wine! What service is here! I think our fellows are asleep. Enter another SERVANT. [Exit. 2 Ser. Where's Cotus? my master calls for him. Cotus ! [Exit. Enter CORIOLANUS. Cor. A goodly house! The feast smells well; but I Appear not like a guest. Re-enter FIRST SERVANT. 1 Ser. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you. Pray, go to the door. Cor. I have deserved no better entertainment, In being Coriolanus. Re-enter SECOND SERVANT. 2 Ser. 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! 2 Ser. Away? Get you away. Cor. Now thou art troublesome. 2 Ser. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon. Enter THIRD SERVANT. The first meets him. 3 Ser. What fellow 's this? 1 Ser. A strange one as ever I looked on: I can-` not get him out o' the house. Pr'ythee, call my master to him. 3 Ser. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand: I will not hurt your hearth. 3 Ser. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Ser. A marvellous poor one. Fellows. Cor. True, so I am. 3 Ser. 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 1 on cold bits. [pushes him away. 3 Ser. What, will you not? Pr'ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here. 2 Ser. And I shall. 3 Ser. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Ser. Where's that? Cor. I' the city of kites and crows. 3 Ser. I' the city of kites and crows? [Exit. What an ass it is! Then thou dwellest with daws too? Cor. No, I serve not thy master. 3 Ser. How, sir? Do you meddle master? with my Cor. Ay; tis an honester service than to meddle with thy mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest: serve with thy trencher; [beats him away. hence! Enter AUFIDIUS and SECOND SERVANT. Auf. Where is this fellow? Fatten. 2 Ser. Here, sir: I'd have beaten him like a dog but for disturbing the lords within. Auf. Whence comest thou? What wouldest thou? Thy name? Why speak'st not? Speak, man; what's thy name? 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 me yet? Auf. I know thee not. Thy name? Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, 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,1 And witness of the malice and displeasure Memorial. |