Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tragedy of Coriolanus/Act 4 Scene 4

by William Shakespeare

Enter Coriolanus in meane Apparrell,
Disguisd, and muffled.

Corio.
A goodly City is this Antium. Citty,
'Tis I that made thy Widdowes: Many an heyre
Of these faire Edifices fore my Warres
Haue I heard groane, and drop: Then know me not,
Least that thy Wiues with Spits, and Boyes with stones
In puny Battell slay me. Saue you sir.

Enter a Citizen.

Cit.
And you.

Corio.
Direct me, if it be your will, where great
Auffidius lies: Is he in Antium?

Cit.
He is, and Feasts the Nobles of the State, at his
house this night.

Corio.
Which is his house, beseech you?

Cit.
This heere before you.

Corio.
Exit CitizenThanke you sir, farewell.
Oh World, thy slippery turnes! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosomes seemes to weare one heart,
Whose Houres, whose Bed, whose Meale and Exercise
Are still together: who Twin (as 'twere) in Loue,
Vnseparable, shall within this houre,
On a dissention of a Doit, breake out
To bitterest Enmity: So fellest Foes,
Whose Passions, and whose Plots haue broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some tricke not worth an Egge, shall grow deere friends
And inter-ioyne their yssues. So with me,
My Birth-place haue I, and my loues vpon
This Enemie Towne: Ile enter, if he slay me
He does faire Iustice: if he giue me way,
Exit.Ile do his Country Seruice.

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