Volce. You take my part from me sir, I haue the most cause to be glad of yours
Rom. Well, let vs go together.
Exeunt.
Enter Coriolanus in meane Apparrell, disguisd, and muffled.
Corio. A goodly City is this Antium. Citty,
'Tis I that made thy Widdowes: Many an heyre
Of these faire Edifices fore my Warres
Haue I heard groane, and drop: Then know me not,
Least that thy Wiues with Spits, and Boyes with stones
In puny Battell slay me. Saue you sir.
Enter a Citizen.
Cit. And you
Corio. Direct me, if it be your will, where great Auffidius
lies: Is he in Antium?
Cit. He is, and Feasts the Nobles of the State, at his
house this night
Corio. Which is his house, beseech you?
Cit. This heere before you
Corio. Thanke you sir, farewell.
Exit Citizen