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1

Coriolanus
[I, 1]

Second Citizen

28

Nay, but speak not maliciously.

2

Coriolanus
[I, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

206

Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
For though abundantly they lack discretion,
Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,
What says the other troop?

3

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]

4

Coriolanus
[I, 1]

Sicinius Velutus

279

Nay. but his taunts.

5

Coriolanus
[I, 2]

Tullus Aufidius

348

O, doubt not that;
I speak from certainties. Nay, more,
Some parcels of their power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
If we and Caius CORIOLANUS chance to meet,
'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
Till one can do no more.

6

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Volumnia

1024

[together with Virgilia] Nay, 'tis true.

7

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Virgilia

1025

Nay, 'tis true.

8

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Volumnia

1098

Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle CORIOLANUS, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly named,—
What is it?—Coriolanus must I call thee?—
But O, thy wife!

9

Coriolanus
[II, 2]

Menenius Agrippa

1302

He loves your people
But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
Worthy Cominius, speak.
[CORIOLANUS offers to go away]
Nay, keep your place.

10

Coriolanus
[II, 3]

Third Citizen

1449

Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but
if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.

11

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Cominius

2052

Nay, come away.

12

Coriolanus
[III, 3]

Menenius Agrippa

2430

Nay, temperately; your promise.

13

Coriolanus
[IV, 3]

Coriolanus

2522

Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,
Where is your ancient courage? you were used
To say extremity was the trier of spirits;
That common chances common men could bear;
That when the sea was calm all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows,
When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
A noble cunning: you were used to load me
With precepts that would make invincible
The heart that conn'd them.

14

Coriolanus
[IV, 3]

Coriolanus

2534

Nay! prithee, woman,—

15

Coriolanus
[IV, 3]

Coriolanus

2537

What, what, what!
I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother.
Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
If you had been the wife of Hercules,
Six of his labours you'ld have done, and saved
Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother:
I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
I have seen thee stem, and thou hast oft beheld
Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women
'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well
My hazards still have been your solace: and
Believe't not lightly—though I go alone,
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen—your son
Will or exceed the common or be caught
With cautelous baits and practise.

16

Coriolanus
[IV, 2]

Volumnia

2608

If that I could for weeping, you should hear,—
Nay, and you shall hear some.
[To BRUTUS]
Will you be gone?

17

Coriolanus
[IV, 2]

Volumnia

2620

More noble blows than ever thou wise words;
And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go:
Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son
Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
His good sword in his hand.

18

Coriolanus
[IV, 5]

Second Servingman

2924

Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in
him: he had, sir, a kind of face, methought,—I
cannot tell how to term it.

19

Coriolanus
[IV, 5]

First Servingman

2933

Nay, it's no matter for that.

20

Coriolanus
[IV, 5]

First Servingman

2935

Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the
greater soldier.