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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
First Citizen |
26 |
Very well; and could be content to give him good
report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud.
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
57 |
I tell you, friends, most charitable care
Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
Against the Roman state, whose course will on
The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
Of more strong link asunder than can ever
Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,
The gods, not the patricians, make it, and
Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,
You are transported by calamity
Thither where more attends you, and you slander
The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
When you curse them as enemies.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
First Citizen |
85 |
Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to
fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please
you, deliver.
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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
First Citizen |
98 |
Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
99 |
Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus—
For, look you, I may make the belly smile
As well as speak—it tauntingly replied
To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
As you malign our senators for that
They are not such as you.
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6 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
117 |
Well, what then?
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7 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
First Citizen |
139 |
Ay, sir; well, well.
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8 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
191 |
For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
The city is well stored.
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9 |
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]
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10 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
289 |
Fame, at the which he aims,
In whom already he's well graced, can not
Better be held nor more attain'd than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
Will then cry out of CORIOLANUS 'O if he
Had borne the business!'
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11 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Sicinius Velutus |
297 |
Besides, if things go well,
Opinion that so sticks on CORIOLANUS shall
Of his demerits rob Cominius.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
419 |
I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
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13 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
471 |
In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then.
Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy
solemness out o' door. and go along with us.
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14 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
476 |
Well, then, farewell.
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15 |
Coriolanus
[I, 5] |
Coriolanus |
590 |
Sir, praise me not;
My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
The blood I drop is rather physical
Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
I will appear, and fight.
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16 |
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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17 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Cominius |
626 |
Though thou speak'st truth,
Methinks thou speak'st not well.
How long is't since?
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18 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Cominius |
798 |
Should they not,
Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
Whereof we have ta'en good and good store, of all
The treasure in this field achieved and city,
We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth,
Before the common distribution, at
Your only choice.
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19 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Cominius |
866 |
O, well begg'd!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should
Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
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20 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Both |
930 |
Well, sir.
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