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The Tragedy of Coriolanus, IV. iv 

Cor. 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.

Save you, sir.

Cit. And you.

Cor. Direct me, if it be your will,

Where great Aufidius lies. Is he in Antium?

Cit. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state

At his house this night.

Cor. Which is his house, beseech you?

Cit. This, here before you.

Cor. Thank you, sir. Farewell.

O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,

Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart,

Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,

Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love

Unseparable, shall within this hour,

On a dissension of a doit, break out

 3 'fore my wars: confronting me in battle

6 Save: God preserve

8 lies: lodges

12 thy turns: how inconstant you are

13 bosoms seems; cf. n.

15 twin: are joined like twins

17 dissension doit: dispute over the value of half a farthing

