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Coriolanus
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  • ACT IV SCENE IV

    
     Dramatis Personae 
     Act I   Scene I 
     Act I   Scene II 
     Act I   Scene III 
     Act I   Scene IV 
     Act I   Scene V 
     Act I   Scene VI
     Act I   Scene VII 
     Act I   Scene VIII 
     Act I   Scene IX
     Act I   Scene X 
     Act II  Scene I 
     Act II  Scene II 
     Act II  Scene III 
     Act III Scene I
    
     Act III Scene II 
     Act III Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene I  
     Act IV  Scene II 
     Act IV  Scene III 
     Act IV  Scene IV 
     Act IV  Scene V 
     Act IV  Scene VI 
     Act IV  Scene VII 
     Act V   Scene I 
     Act V   Scene II 
     Act V   Scene III 
     Act V   Scene IV 
     Act V   Scene V 
     Act V   Scene VI
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     Act IV 

    
    ACT IV: SCENE IV	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 house, 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 birth-place 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
    
    
    

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