[Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguised]
[p]and muffled]
- Coriolanus. A goodly city is this Antium. City,
'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not,
Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
2720 In puny battle slay me.
[Enter a Citizen]
Save you, sir.
- Coriolanus. Direct me, if it be your will,
2725
Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
- Citizen. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
At his house this night.
- Citizen. This, here before you.
2730
- Coriolanus. Thank you, sir: farewell.
[Exit Citizen]
O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,
2735 Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
2740 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
This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,
2745 He does fair justice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service.
[Exit]
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