Cor. A goodly city is this Antium. City,
'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars[3481]
Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not;
Lest that thy wives with spits, and boys with stones,[3482] 5
In puny battle slay me.
Enter a Citizen.[3483]
Save you, sir.
Cit. And you.
Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,[3484]
Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?[3484]
Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state[3484]
At his house this night.[3484]
Cor. Which is his house, beseech you?[3485] 10
Cit. This, here, before you.
Cor. Thank you, sir: farewell.
[Exit Citizen.