| ACT IV SCENE IV | Antium. Before Aufidius's house. | |
| | Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguisedand 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, | 5 |
| | 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, | 10 |
| | Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium? | |
| Citizen | He is, and feasts the nobles of the state | |
| | At his house this night. | |
| CORIOLANUS | Which is his house, beseech you? | |
| Citizen | This, here before you. | 15 |
| CORIOLANUS | Thank you, sir: farewell. | |
| | Exit Citizen | |
| | O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, | |
| | Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, | |
| | Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, | |
| | Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love | 20 |
| | Unseparable, shall within this hour, | |
| | On a dissension of a doit, break out | |
| | To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes, | |
| | Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep, | |
| | To take the one the other, by some chance, | 25 |
| | Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends | |
| | And interjoin their issues. So with me: | |
| | My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon | |
| | This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me, | |
| | He does fair justice; if he give me way, | 30 |
| | I'll do his country service. | |
| | Exit | |