Speeches (Lines) for Coriolanus
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Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
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He that will give good words to thee will flatter
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Hang 'em! They say!
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They are dissolved: hang 'em!
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Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
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Go, get you home, you fragments! |
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Here: what's the matter? |
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I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
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They have a leader,
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Were half to half the world by the ears and he.
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Sir, it is;
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Nay, let them follow:
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Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. |
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'Tis done. |
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Say, has our general met the enemy? |
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I'll buy him of you. |
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How far off lie these armies? |
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Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
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O, they are at it! |
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They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
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All the contagion of the south light on you,
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See here these movers that do prize their hours
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Sir, praise me not;
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Thy friend no less
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[Within] Come I too late? |
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Come I too late? |
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O, let me clip ye
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As with a man busied about decrees:
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Let him alone;
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Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
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How lies their battle? know you on which side
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I do beseech you,
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Those are they
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I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
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Let the first budger die the other's slave,
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Within these three hours, Tullus,
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Pray now, no more: my mother,
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I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
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I thank you, general;
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May these same instruments, which you profane,
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I will go wash;
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The gods begin to mock me. I, that now
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I sometime lay here in Corioli
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By Jupiter! forgot.
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No more of this; it does offend my heart:
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O,
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My gracious silence, hail!
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And live you yet?
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Menenius ever, ever. |
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[To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA] Your hand, and yours:
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Know, good mother,
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Your horror's pardon:
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No, sir: yet oft,
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I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
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I do owe them still
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I do beseech you,
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It is apart
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To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
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What must I say?
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Think upon me! hang 'em!
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Bid them wash their faces
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Mine own desert. |
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Ay, but not mine own desire. |
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No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
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Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship? |
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Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
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A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices
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Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
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Your enigma? |
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You should account me the more virtuous that I have
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I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I
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Most sweet voices!
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Worthy voices! |
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Is this done? |
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Where? at the senate-house? |
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May I change these garments? |
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That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
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Tullus Aufidius then had made new head? |
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So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
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Saw you Aufidius? |
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Spoke he of me? |
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How? what? |
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At Antium lives he? |
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I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
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Ha! what is that? |
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What makes this change? |
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Have I had children's voices? |
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Are these your herd?
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It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
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Why, this was known before. |
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Have you inform'd them sithence? |
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You are like to do such business. |
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Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
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Tell me of corn!
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Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
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How! no more!
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Choler!
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Shall remain!
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'Shall'!
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Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
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Though there the people had more absolute power,
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I'll give my reasons,
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No, take more:
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Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!
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Hence, old goat! |
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Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
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No, I'll die here.
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I would they were barbarians—as they are,
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On fair ground
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Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
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I muse my mother
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Let go. |
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Let them hang. |
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What must I do? |
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Well, what then? what then? |
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For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
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Tush, tush! |
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Why force you this? |
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Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
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Well, I must do't:
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Pray, be content:
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The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
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Well, mildly be it then. Mildly! |
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Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece
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First, hear me speak. |
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Shall I be charged no further than this present?
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I am content. |
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Scratches with briers,
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What is the matter
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Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so. |
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How! traitor! |
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The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people!
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What do you prate of service? |
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You? |
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I know no further:
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You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
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Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
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Nay! prithee, woman,— |
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What, what, what!
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O the gods! |
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Fare ye well:
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Give me thy hand: Come. |
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A goodly city is this Antium. City,
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Direct me, if it be your will,
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Which is his house, beseech you? |
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Thank you, sir: farewell.
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A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
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I have deserved no better entertainment,
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Away! |
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Now thou'rt troublesome. |
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Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth. |
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A gentleman. |
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True, so I am. |
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Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits. |
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Under the canopy. |
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Ay. |
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I' the city of kites and crows. |
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No, I serve not thy master. |
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Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
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If, Tullus,
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A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
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Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
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My name is Caius CORIOLANUS, who hath done
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You bless me, gods! |
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What's the matter? |
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Away! |
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Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
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We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
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This last old man,
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These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome. |
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Like a dull actor now,
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What is this?
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The noble sister of Publicola,
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The god of soldiers,
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That's my brave boy! |
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I beseech you, peace:
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Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
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Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
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O mother, mother!
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I dare be sworn you were:
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Ay, by and by;
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Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier,
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Traitor! how now! |
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CORIOLANUS! |
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Hear'st thou, Mars? |
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Ha! |
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Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
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Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
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O that I had him,
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