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Cor. A goodly house: The feast smells well: but I Appear not like a guest.
Re-enter the first Servant. 1 Sero. What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here's no place for you: Pray, go to the door.
Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment, In being Coriolanus.8
Re-enter second Servant.
2 Sero. 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 Sero. Away? Get you away. Cor. Now thou art troublesome. 2 Serv. 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 Sero. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him out o'the house : Prythee, call my master to him.
3 Sero. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid the house. Cor. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your
8 In being Coriolanus.] i.e. in having derived that surname from the sack of Corioli.
!-- that he gives entrance to such companions?] Companion was forinerly used in the same sense as we now use the word fellow.
3 Sero. What are you? Cor. A gentleman. 3 Serv. A marvellous poor one. Cor. True, so I am. 3 Serv. 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 on cold bits. [Pushes him away.
3 Serv. What, will you not? Pr’ythee, tell my master what a strange guest he has here. 2 Sero. And I shall.
[Exit, 3 Serv. Where dwellest thou ? Cor. Under the canopy. 3 Sero. Under the canopy. Cor. Ay. 3 Serv. Where's that? Cor. I' the city of kites and crows.
3 Scro. I' the city of kites and crows ? —What an ass it is !—Then thou dwellest with daws too?
Cor. No, I serve not thy master.
3 Sero. How, sir! Do you meddle with my mas. ter?
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 sceing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity
What is thy name?
Servants retire. Cor. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And barsh 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 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,' And witness of the malice and displeasure Which thou should'st bear me: only that name re
mains; The cruelty and envy of the people, Permitted by our dastard nobles, who Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest ; And suffered me by the voice of slaves to be Whoop'd out of Rome. Now, this extremity Hath brought me to thy hearth ; Not out of hope, Mistake me not, to save my life; for if I had fear's death, of all the men i' the world I would have 'voided thee : but in mere spite, To be full quit of those my banishers, Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast A heart of wreak in thee, that will revenge
a good memory,] Memory for memorial. ? A heart of wreak in thee,] A heart of resentment.