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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Coriolanus |
168 |
He that will give good words to thee will flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is
To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
And curse that justice did it.
Who deserves greatness
Deserves your hate; and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase his evil. He that depends
Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?
With every minute you do change a mind,
And call him noble that was now your hate,
Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
That in these several places of the city
You cry against the noble senate, who,
Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?
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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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Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Coriolanus |
649 |
O, let me clip ye
In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burn'd to bedward!
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4 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Sicinius Velutus |
1951 |
Help, ye citizens!
[Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with]
the AEdiles]
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5 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Sicinius Velutus |
2135 |
What do ye talk?
Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.
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6 |
Coriolanus
[III, 2] |
Volumnia |
2186 |
You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so; lesser had been
The thwartings of your dispositions, if
You had not show'd them how ye were disposed
Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
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7 |
Coriolanus
[III, 3] |
Sicinius Velutus |
2394 |
Draw near, ye people.
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8 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 3] |
Coriolanus |
2570 |
Fare ye well:
Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate.
Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,
Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
While I remain above the ground, you shall
Hear from me still, and never of me aught
But what is like me formerly.
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Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Cominius |
3196 |
Ye re goodly things, you voices!
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