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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
William Shakespeare
(15641616).
The Oxford Shakespeare.
1914.
Coriolanus
Act IV. Scene IV.
Antium. Before
A
UFIDIUS
House.
Enter
C
ORIOLANUS,
in mean apparel, disguised and muffled.
Cor.
A goodly city is this Antium. City,
Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
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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
In puny battle slay me.
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Enter a
Citizen.
Save you, sir.
Cit.
And you.
Cor.
Direct me, if it be your will,
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Where great Aufidius lies. Is he in Antium?
Cit.
He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
At his house this night.
Cor.
Which is his house, beseech you?
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Cit.
This, here before you.
Cor.
Thank you, sir. Farewell. [
Exit
Citizen.
O world! thy slippery turns. Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
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Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,
Are still together, who twin, as twere, in love
Unseparable, shall within this hour,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
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To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends
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And interjoin their issues. So with me:
My birth-place hate I, and my loves upon
This enemy town. Ill enter: if he slay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
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Ill do his country service. [
Exit.
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