Antium. Before Aufidius's House.
 Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguised and muffled.

Coriolanus	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.

                             Enter a CITIZEN.

								Save you, sir.

Citizen	And you.

Coriolanus			Direct me, if it be your will,
	Where great Aufidius lies. Is he in Antium?

Citizen	He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
	At his house this night.

Coriolanus							Which is his house, beseech you?

Citizen	This, here before you.

Coriolanus								Thank you, sir. Farewell.
												[Exit CITIZEN.
	O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
	Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
	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
	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
	And interjoin their issues. So with me:
	My birthplace hate I, and my love's upon
	This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,
	He does fair justice; if he give me way,
	I'll do his country service.
												[Exit.
