Enter Coriolanus.
CORIOLANUS.
A goodly house. The feast smells well, but I
Appear not like a guest.
Enter the First Servingman.
FIRST SERVINGMAN.
What would you have, friend? Whence are you? Here’s no place for you. Pray go to the door.
[Exit.]
CORIOLANUS.
I have deserved no better entertainment
In being Coriolanus.
Enter Second Servingman.
SECOND SERVINGMAN.
Whence are you, sir?—Has the porter his eyes in his head, that he gives entrance to such companions?—Pray, get you out.
CORIOLANUS.
Away!
SECOND SERVINGMAN.
Away? Get you away.