Cor.
A goodly City is this Antium; City!
'Tis I that made thy Widows; many an Heir
Of these fair Edifices, by my Hand
Has groaning bit the Ground. Then know me not,
Lest that thy Wives with Spits, and Boys with Stones
In puny Battle slay me. Save you, Sir. Enter Citizen.

Cit.
And you.

Cor.
Direct me, Sir, where great Aufidius lies.
Is he in Antium?

Cit.
This very Night he holds a solemn Council,
And, at his House, he feasts our Prime Nobility.

Cor.
Which is his House, Sir?

Cit.
This here before you.

Cor.
Thank you, Sir; farewell. [Ex. Cit.
O World, thy slippery Turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Who in two Breasts now seem to wear one Heart,
Whose very Souls seem Twins, which Fate has blended
Inseparably, shall within this Hour,
On a Dissention of a Doit, break out
To bitter'st Enmity. So fellest Foes,
Whose Passions and whose Plots have broke their Sleep,
T' attempt each other's Ruin; by some Chance,
Some Trick, not worth a Drachma, shall grow Friends
And intermix their Offspring. Who e'er thought

To see the Hour when I should court Aufidius,
To be reveng'd upon ungrateful Rome? [Exit. Musick plays. Enter a Serving-Man.

1 Serv.

Come, come, come, what Service is here? Hey, where are you all? Drunk before the Guests, by this Light!

Cor.
A goodly House, and splendid Entertainment;
But I appear not an invited Guest.

1 Serv.

What would you have, Friend? Whence are you? Here's no room for paltry Companions. Come to the Door, march, march.

Cor.
Just such a Welcome Coriolanus ought
T'expect from Volscians. Enter 2 Servant.

2 Serv.

Heyday, who have we here? This, by his Garb and Mien, should be one of those Creatures whom they call a Hanger-on, a Spunger, or Smell-Feast. Whence do you come, Friend? Pray, how far have you nos'd this Supper in the Wind?

1 Serv.

This Fellow, I'll warrant, as naturally smells a Supper while 'tis a dressing, as a sagacious Hog spies the Wind as 'tis coming. Has the Porter his Eyes in his Head, that he gives Entrance to such Companions? Go, get you out, go.

Cor.

Away.

2 Serv.

Away! Get you away.

Cor.

Vanish, thou Phantom, vanish.

2 Serv.

I am so horribly frighted, that I really don't know whether I have been kick'd or no.

1 Serv.

As certainly as I have been cuff'd, Tony. We may be Evidences one for another, and sufficient Damages we may recover. I would not part with my
Cuff for five Sesterces.

2 Sen.

I would not give him my Kick again for ten. But here comes Mark, we'll bring him into this Bus'ness as sure as the Day.

Enter 3d Servant.

3 Serv.

What Fellow's this?

1 Serv.

Hark, in your Ear, Mark; here is a poor Creature almost famish'd; the smell of this Supper has attracted the Wretch, as Loadstone does the Iron. Now, my Master's Orders you know are very strict, that none but the Guests, and their Servants, should enter. This Fellow must be got out, d'you see; and be got out without roughness he cannot; we have tried gentle Means already. Now Roughness, my Friend Tony and I have not the Hearts to use, 'tis such a meek, humble, good-natur'd Creature.

3 Serv.

A Couple of Milk-Sops; let me alone.

1 Serv.

Well, well, we leave you.

2 Serv.

To be kick'd, Tony.

1 Serv.

And cuff'd, Pompey: A Man ought, you know, to share his Fortune with his Friend. Let us step behind this Skreen, and wait the Event.

3 Serv.

Hey, you Fellow.

Cor.

Ha!

3 Serv.

Ay, Fellow; so I say, Sir; you Fellow, you that stare as if you were a star-gazing. What, a murrain, are we about to tell Fortunes here? I'll tell you your Fortune with a Vengeance. Do you know, my dear Friend, that somebody under this Roof will be kick'd immediately? Ay, so I say, kick'd, my dear Friend; kick'd for his Impudence and his Impertinence, for intruding where he had nought to do, and for provoking his Betters? Do you know this, my dear Friend?

Cor.
Serve with thy Trencher, hence. [Kicks him. 1st and 2d Servants appear and laugh.

1 Serv.

Mark has it as well as we.

2 Serv.

A true Fortune-teller, by Jove.

1 Serv.

Do you know, my dear Friend, that some Body under this Roof will be kick'd immediately?

2 Serv.

Kick'd, for his Impudence and his Impertinence; do you know this, my dear Friend?

3 Serv.

Ah Vengeance seize you both.—Sir, you're a most worthy, most deserving Person, and if I can do you any Service—

Cor.

I want your Master, Sirrah.

3 Ser.

Sir, step but into the next Room, and have a Moment's Patience till the Guests have supp'd, and I'll go up to him. Be pleas'd to walk this way, Sir.