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.
AUFIDIUS.
Where is this fellow?
SECOND SERVINGMAN.
Here, sir. I’d have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.
AUFIDIUS.
Whence com’st thou? What wouldst thou?
Thy name? Why speak’st not? Speak, man. What’s thy name?
CORIOLANUS.
[Removing his muffler.] If, Tullus,
Not yet thou know’st me, and, seeing me, dost not
Think me for the man I am, necessity
Commands me name myself.
AUFIDIUS.
What is thy name?
CORIOLANUS.
A name unmusical to the Volscians’ ears
And harsh in sound to thine.