CORIOLANUS.
Ay.
THIRD SERVINGMAN.
Where’s that?
CORIOLANUS.
I’ th’ city of kites and crows.
THIRD SERVINGMAN.
I’ th’ city of kites and crows? What an ass it is! Then thou dwell’st with daws too?
CORIOLANUS.
No, I serve not thy master.
THIRD SERVINGMAN.
How, sir? Do you meddle with my master?
CORIOLANUS.
Ay, ’tis an honester service than to meddle with thy mistress. Thou prat’st and prat’st. Serve with thy trencher, hence!
[Beats him away.]
[Exit Third Servingman.]
Enter Aufidius with the Second Servingman.