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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
47 |
What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Coriolanus |
269 |
Nay, let them follow:
The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
[Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS]
and BRUTUS]
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Volumnia |
363 |
I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I
should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he
won honour than in the embracements of his bed where
he would show most love. When yet he was but
tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when
youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when
for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not
sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering
how honour would become such a person. that it was
no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if
renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek
danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel
war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows
bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not
more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child
than now in first seeing he had proved himself a
man.
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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Volumnia |
446 |
Why, I pray you?
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
460 |
In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it.
Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against
whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of
our Roman power: your lord and Titus TITUS are set
down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt
prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,
on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
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6 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Coriolanus |
780 |
Pray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me grieves me. I have done
As you have done; that's what I can; induced
As you have been; that's for my country:
He that has but effected his good will
Hath overta'en mine act.
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7 |
Coriolanus
[I, 10] |
Tullus Aufidius |
910 |
I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you—
'Tis south the city mills—bring me word thither
How the world goes, that to the pace of it
I may spur on my journey.
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8 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
923 |
Pray you, who does the wolf love?
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9 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Coriolanus |
1091 |
No more of this; it does offend my heart:
Pray now, no more.
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10 |
Coriolanus
[II, 2] |
Menenius Agrippa |
1319 |
Pray now, sit down.
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11 |
Coriolanus
[II, 2] |
Menenius Agrippa |
1398 |
Put them not to't:
Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Your honour with your form.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Coriolanus |
1475 |
What must I say?
'I Pray, sir'—Plague upon't! I cannot bring
My tongue to such a pace:—'Look, sir, my wounds!
I got them in my country's service, when
Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran
From the noise of our own drums.'
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13 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Menenius Agrippa |
1487 |
You'll mar all:
I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
In wholesome manner.
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14 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Coriolanus |
1506 |
Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?
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15 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Coriolanus |
1508 |
Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
show you, which shall be yours in private. Your
good voice, sir; what say you?
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16 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Coriolanus |
1518 |
Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
voices that I may be consul, I have here the
customary gown.
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17 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Junius Brutus |
1599 |
We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.
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18 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
2048 |
Pray you, be gone:
I'll try whether my old wit be in request
With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
With cloth of any colour.
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19 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
First Senator |
2160 |
Pray you, let's to him.
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20 |
Coriolanus
[III, 2] |
Volumnia |
2200 |
Pray, be counsell'd:
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.
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