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To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,

Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep

To take the one the other, by some chance,

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,

I'll do his country service.

1. Serv. Wine, wine, wine! What service is

here! I think our fellows are asleep.

2. Serv. Where's Cotus? my master calls for

him. Cotus!

Cor. A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I

Appear not like a guest.

1. Serv. What would you have, friend? Whence

are you? Here's no place for you: pray, go to

the door.

Cor. I have deserv'd no better entertainment,

In being Coriolanus.

 18 fellest: fiercest

19 passions: violent emotions

20 To take other; cf. n.

22 interjoin their issues: intermarry their children (to make the league perpetual)

23 hate; cf. n.

25 way: scope, opportunity

