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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Messenger |
234 |
The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
454 |
In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you
excellent news of your husband.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
457 |
Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from
him last night.
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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Coriolanus |
479 |
Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Cominius |
609 |
Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
we are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
Lead their successes as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling
fronts encountering,
May give you thankful sacrifice.
[Enter a Messenger]
Thy news?
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6 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Cominius |
630 |
'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
And bring thy news so late?
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7 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
918 |
The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.
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8 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 3] |
Volsce |
2671 |
You had more beard when I last saw you; but your
favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the
news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state,
to find you out there: you have well saved me a
day's journey.
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9 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 5] |
Third Servingman |
2941 |
O slaves, I can tell you news,— news, you rascals!
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10 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 5] |
First Servingman |
2960 |
But, more of thy news?
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11 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 5] |
Third Servingman |
2961 |
Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son
and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no
question asked him by any of the senators, but they
stand bald before him: our general himself makes a
mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and
turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But
the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i'
the middle and but one half of what he was
yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty
and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says,
and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Messenger |
3084 |
The nobles in great earnestness are going
All to the senate-house: some news is come
That turns their countenances.
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13 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3115 |
What news? what news?
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14 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3119 |
What's the news? what's the news?
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15 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3123 |
Pray now, your news?
You have made fair work, I fear me.—Pray, your news?—
If CORIOLANUS should be join'd with Volscians,—
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16 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Citizens |
3188 |
Faith, we hear fearful news.
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17 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Junius Brutus |
3210 |
I do not like this news.
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18 |
Coriolanus
[V, 4] |
Sicinius Velutus |
3772 |
What's the news?
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19 |
Coriolanus
[V, 4] |
Second Messenger |
3773 |
Good news, good news; the ladies have prevail'd,
The Volscians are dislodged, and CORIOLANUS gone:
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
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20 |
Coriolanus
[V, 4] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3788 |
This is good news:
I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
A city full; of tribunes, such as you,
A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day:
This morning for ten thousand of your throats
I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
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