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?

CITIZEN
He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
At his house this night.