The Tragedy of Coriolanus — Act 4 Scene 4

Enter Coriolanus in meane Apparrell,Disguisd, and muffled.

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

Enter a Citizen.

Cit.And you.

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

Cit.He is, and Feasts the Nobles of the State, at hishouse 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 ExerciseAre still together: who Twin (as 'twere) in Loue,Vnseparable, shall within this houre,On a dissention of a Doit, breake outTo bitterest Enmity: So fellest Foes,Whose Passions, and whose Plots haue broke their sleepTo take the one the other, by some chance,Some tricke not worth an Egge, shall grow deere friendsAnd inter-ioyne their yssues. So with me,My Birth-place haue I, and my loues vponThis Enemie Towne: Ile enter, if he slay meHe does faire Iustice: if he giue me way,Exit.Ile do his Country Seruice.