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Re-enter second Servant.
2 Seru. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such companions*? Pray, get you out.
2 Sero. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.
Enter a third Servant. The first meets him. 3 Sero. What fellow's this?
1 Serv. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get bim out o'the house: Priythee, call my ma. ster 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 Sero. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one, Cor. True, so I am. 3 Sero. 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 battent on cold bits. (Pushes him away.
3 Sero. What, will you not ? Pr'ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has liere. 2 Sero. And I sball.
(Exit. 3 Sero. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Sero. Under the canopy? Cor. Ay.
3 Sero. Where's that?
3 Sero. l'the city of kites and crows ?-What an ass it is !- Then thou dwellest with daws too?
Cor. No, I serờe uot thy master.
3 Serv. How, sir! Do you meddle with my ma. ster?
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 the second Servant.
Auf. Where is this fellow?
2 Sero. 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? Cor.
If, Tullus, (Unmuffling. Not yet thou know'st me, and seeing me, dost not Think me for the man I am, necessity Commands me name myself. suf.
What is thy name?
(Servants retire. Cor. A uame unmusical to the Volcians' 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 pot :-Thy name?
Cor. My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces, Great hurt and mischief; therelo witness may My surpame, Coriolanus: The painful service, The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
Shed for my thankless country, are requited
straight, And make my wisery 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 unders fiends. But if so be Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes 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 mnalice: Which not to cut, would show thee but a fool i Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate, Drawn tuas of blood out of thy country's breast, And cannot live but to thy shame, unless It be to do thee service, Muf.
O, Marcius, Marcius, Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
You bless me, Gods !
have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission; and set down,
Years of age. As best thou art experienc'd, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,-thine own
ways: 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 welcome!
(Exeunt Coriolanus and Aufidius. 1 Sero. (Advancing.) Here's a strange alteration!
2 Sero. By my hand, I bad thought to have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me, his clothes made a false report of him.
1 Sero. What an arm he has ! He turned me about with his finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
2 Sero. 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.
i Serd. He had so: looking as it were, 'Would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
2 Sero. So did I, I'll be sworn : He is simply the rarest man i'the world.
1 Sero. I think, he is: but a greater soldier than he, you wote one.
2 Sero. Who? my master?
1 Sero. Nay, not so neither; but I take him to be the greater soldier,
2 Sero. 'Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that: for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
1 Sero. Ay, and for an assault too.