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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
First Citizen |
71 |
Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us
yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses
crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to
support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act
established against the rich, and provide more
piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and
there's all the love they bear us.
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
300 |
Come:
Half all Cominius' honours are to CORIOLANUS.
Though CORIOLANUS earned them not, and all his faults
To CORIOLANUS shall be honours, though indeed
In aught he merit not.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Volumnia |
391 |
Indeed, you shall not.
Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,
As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:
Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:
'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,
Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,
Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow
Or all or lose his hire.
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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
433 |
Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
440 |
Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the
threshold till my lord return from the wars.
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6 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
453 |
No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
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7 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
459 |
Indeed, madam?
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8 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
474 |
No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish
you much mirth.
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9 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
927 |
He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.
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10 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
928 |
He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.
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Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Fourth Citizen |
1524 |
You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have
been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved
the common people.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Coriolanus |
1545 |
Most sweet voices!
Better it is to die, better to starve,
Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,
To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:
What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heapt
For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,
Let the high office and the honour go
To one that would do thus. I am half through;
The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.
[Re-enter three Citizens more]
Here come more voices.
Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
Watch'd for your voices; for Your voices bear
Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six
I have seen and heard of; for your voices have
Done many things, some less, some more your voices:
Indeed I would be consul.
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13 |
Coriolanus
[V, 3] |
Coriolanus |
3499 |
This last old man,
Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
Loved me above the measure of a father;
Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
Was to send him; for whose old love I have,
Though I show'd sourly to him, once more offer'd
The first conditions, which they did refuse
And cannot now accept; to grace him only
That thought he could do more, a very little
I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits,
Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter
Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this?
[Shout within]
Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
[Enter in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA,]
leading young CORIOLANUS, VALERIA, and Attendants]
My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould
Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand
The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection!
All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.
What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes,
Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not
Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows;
As if Olympus to a molehill should
In supplication nod: and my young boy
Hath an aspect of intercession, which
Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces
Plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,
As if a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin.
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