VOLSCE.
You take my part from me, sir. I have the most cause to be glad of yours.
ROMAN.
Well, let us go together.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. Antium. Before Aufidius’s house
Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguised and muffled.
CORIOLANUS.
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,
Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
In puny battle slay me.
Enter a Citizen.
Save you, sir.
CITIZEN.
And you.
CORIOLANUS.
Direct me, if it be your will,
Where great Aufidius lies. Is he in Antium?