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Speeches (Lines) for First Soldier
in "Coriolanus"

Total: 8

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(stage directions). [Enters the gates]

First Soldier. Fool-hardiness; not I.



(stage directions). [CORIOLANUS is shut in]

First Soldier. See, they have shut him in.



All. Slain, sir, doubtless.

First Soldier. Following the fliers at the very heels,
With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,
To answer all the city.



(stage directions). [Re-enter CORIOLANUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy]

First Soldier. Look, sir.



Tullus Aufidius. The town is ta'en!

First Soldier. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.



Tullus Aufidius. Condition!
I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition!
What good condition can a treaty find
I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, CORIOLANUS,
I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me,
And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
As often as we eat. By the elements,
If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation
Hath not that honour in't it had; for where
I thought to crush him in an equal force,
True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way
Or wrath or craft may get him.

First Soldier. He's the devil.



Tullus Aufidius. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd
With only suffering stain by him; for him
Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to CORIOLANUS: where I find him, were it
At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
Against the hospitable canon, would I
Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city;
Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must
Be hostages for Rome.

First Soldier. Will not you go?



Tullus Aufidius. 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.

First Soldier. I shall, sir.

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