Cor.
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,
In puny battle slay me. Save you, Sir. Enter a citizen of Antium.

Cit.

And you.

Cor.

Direct me, if it be your will, 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, I beseech you?

Cit.

This here before you.

Cor.
Thank you, Sir: Farewel. [Exit Citizen.
Oh world, thy slippery turns!† ^note











My birth-place have I and my lovers left;
This enemy's house I'll enter; if he slay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country service. [Exit.

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