Speeches (Lines) for Cominius
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You have fought together. |
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It is your former promise. |
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Noble CORIOLANUS! |
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Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
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Though thou speak'st truth,
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'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
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Who's yonder,
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The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
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Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
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Flower of warriors,
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Where is that slave
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But how prevail'd you? |
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CORIOLANUS,
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As I guess, CORIOLANUS,
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Though I could wish
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March on, my fellows:
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If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
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You shall not be
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Should they not,
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Too modest are you;
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So, to our tent;
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Take't; 'tis yours. What is't? |
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O, well begg'd!
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Go we to our tent:
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Look, sir, your mother! |
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Ever right. |
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On, to the Capitol!
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I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
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Our spoils he kick'd at,
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They are worn, lord consul, so,
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Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common? |
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The people are abused; set on. This paltering
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'Twas from the canon. |
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Well, on to the market-place. |
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Aged sir, hands off. |
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That is the way to lay the city flat;
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Help CORIOLANUS, help,
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Stand fast;
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Come, sir, along with us. |
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I could myself
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Nay, come away. |
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I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit
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I think 'twill serve, if he
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Come, come, we'll prompt you. |
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Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
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Well, well, no more. |
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Know, I pray you,— |
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Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,— |
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Let me speak:
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I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
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O, you have made good work! |
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You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
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Your temples burned in their cement, and
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If!
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He will shake
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Ay; and you'll look pale
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57 |
Who shall ask it?
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You have brought
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But I fear
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Ye re goodly things, you voices! |
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O, ay, what else? |
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He would not seem to know me. |
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Yet one time he did call me by my name:
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I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
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I offer'd to awaken his regard
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He'll never hear him. |
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I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye
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