Scene Four
[Antium. Before Aufidius' House]
Enter Coriolanus, in mean apparel, disguised and muffled.
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, 4
Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
In puny battle slay me.
Enter a Citizen.
Save you, sir.
Cit. And you.
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,
Where great Aufidius lies. Is he in Antium? 8
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
At his house this night.
Cor. Which is his house, beseech you?
Cit. This, here before you.
Cor. Thank you, sir. Farewell.
Exit Citizen.
O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, 12
Whose double bosoms seems 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, 16
On a dissension of a doit, break out
3 'fore my wars: confronting me in battle
6 Save: God preserve
8 lies: lodges
12 thy . . . turns: how inconstant you are
13 bosoms seems; cf. n.
15 twin: are joined like twins
17 dissension . . . doit: dispute over the value of half a farthing
