Act 4 - Scene 4
Antium. Before Aufidius's house.
Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguised and muffled
A goodly city is this Antium. City,
'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
Of these fair edifices 'fore
Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not,
Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with
In puny battle slay me.
Enter a Citizen
Save you, sir.
Direct me, if it be your will,
Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
At his house this night.
Which is his house, beseech you?
This, here before you.
Thank you, sir: farewell.
O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,
Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
shall within this hour,
On a dissension of a doit, break out
To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
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
And interjoin their issues. So with me:
My birth-place hate I, and my love's
This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,
He does fair justice; if he give me way,
I'll do his country
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