⌜⌝ Enter Coriolanus in mean apparel, disguised, and muffled. CORIOLANUS (FTLN 2645) [1] A goodly city is this Antium. City, (FTLN 2646) [2] ’Tis I that made thy widows. Many an heir (FTLN 2647) [3] Of these fair edifices ’fore my wars (FTLN 2648) [4] Have I heard groan and drop. Then, know me not, (FTLN 2649) [5] Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones (FTLN 2650) [6] In puny battle slay me. Enter a Citizen. (FTLN 2651) [7] Save you, sir. CITIZEN (FTLN 2652) [8] And you. CORIOLANUS