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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
54 |
Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
Will you undo yourselves?
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
57 |
I tell you, friends, most charitable care
Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
Against the Roman state, whose course will on
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
Of more strong link asunder than can ever
Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,
The gods, not the patricians, make it, and
Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,
You are transported by calamity
Thither where more attends you, and you slander
The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
When you curse them as enemies.
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3 |
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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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
79 |
Either you must
Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you
A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;
But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
To stale 't a little more.
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
120 |
I will tell you
If you'll bestow a small—of what you have little—
Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.
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6 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Coriolanus |
168 |
He that will give good words to thee will flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is
To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
And curse that justice did it.
Who deserves greatness
Deserves your hate; and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?
With every minute you do change a mind,
And call him noble that was now your hate,
Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?
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7 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Coriolanus |
222 |
Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
Sicinius Velutus, and I know not—'Sdeath!
The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
Win upon power and throw forth greater themes
For insurrection's arguing.
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8 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Coriolanus |
241 |
They have a leader,
Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
I sin in envying his nobility,
And were I any thing but what I am,
I would wish me only he.
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9 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
280 |
Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
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10 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
289 |
Fame, at the which he aims,
In whom already he's well graced, can not
Better be held nor more attain'd than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
Will then cry out of CORIOLANUS 'O if he
Had borne the business!'
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11 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
437 |
No, good madam; I will not out of doors.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
444 |
I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with
my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
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13 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
453 |
No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
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14 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
467 |
Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every
thing hereafter.
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15 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Volumnia |
469 |
Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
disease our better mirth.
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16 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Titus Lartius |
487 |
No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
For half a hundred years. Summon the town.
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17 |
Coriolanus
[I, 5] |
First Roman |
571 |
This will I carry to Rome.
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18 |
Coriolanus
[I, 5] |
Coriolanus |
576 |
See here these movers that do prize their hours
At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the city;
Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.
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19 |
Coriolanus
[I, 5] |
Coriolanus |
590 |
Sir, praise me not;
My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
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20 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Coriolanus |
655 |
As with a man busied about decrees:
Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other;
Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
To let him slip at will.
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