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1. Act I, Scene 1
2. Act I, Scene 2
3. Act I, Scene 3
4. Act I, Scene 4
5. Act I, Scene 5
6. Act I, Scene 6
7. Act I, Scene 7
8. Act I, Scene 8
9. Act I, Scene 9
10. Act I, Scene 10
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1. Act I, Scene 1
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Rome. A street.
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[Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves,] [p]clubs, and other weapons]
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First Citizen.
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Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
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All.
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Speak, speak.
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First Citizen.
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You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
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All.
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Resolved. resolved.
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First Citizen.
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First, you know Caius CORIOLANUS is chief enemy to the people.
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All.
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We know't, we know't.
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First Citizen.
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Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our own price.
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Is't a verdict?
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All.
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No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away!
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Second Citizen.
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One word, good citizens.
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First Citizen.
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We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good.
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What authority surfeits on would relieve us: if they
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would yield us but the superfluity, while it were
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wholesome, we might guess they relieved us humanely;
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but they think we are too dear: the leanness that
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afflicts us, the object of our misery, is as an
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inventory to particularise their abundance; our
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sufferance is a gain to them Let us revenge this with
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our pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know I
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speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.
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Second Citizen.
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Would you proceed especially against Caius CORIOLANUS?
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All.
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Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
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Second Citizen.
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Consider you what services he has done for his country?
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First Citizen.
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Very well; and could be content to give him good
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report fort, but that he pays himself with being proud.
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Second Citizen.
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Nay, but speak not maliciously.
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First Citizen.
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I say unto you, what he hath done famously, he did
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it to that end: though soft-conscienced men can be
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content to say it was for his country he did it to
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please his mother and to be partly proud; which he
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is, even till the altitude of his virtue.
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Second Citizen.
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What he cannot help in his nature, you account a
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vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.
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First Citizen.
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If I must not, I need not be barren of accusations;
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he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in repetition.
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[Shouts within]
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What shouts are these? The other side o' the city
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is risen: why stay we prating here? to the Capitol!
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All.
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Come, come.
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First Citizen.
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Soft! who comes here?
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[Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA]
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Second Citizen.
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Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved
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the people.
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First Citizen.
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He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!
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Menenius Agrippa.
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What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
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With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.
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First Citizen.
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Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have
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had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do,
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which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor
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suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we
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have strong arms too.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
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Will you undo yourselves?
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First Citizen.
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We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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I tell you, friends, most charitable care
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Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
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Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
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Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
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Against the Roman state, whose course will on
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The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
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Of more strong link asunder than can ever
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Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,
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The gods, not the patricians, make it, and
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Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,
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You are transported by calamity
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Thither where more attends you, and you slander
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The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
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When you curse them as enemies.
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First Citizen.
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Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us
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yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses
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crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to
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support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act
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established against the rich, and provide more
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piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
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the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and
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there's all the love they bear us.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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Either you must
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Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
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Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you
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A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;
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But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
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To stale 't a little more.
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First Citizen.
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Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to
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fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please
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you, deliver.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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There was a time when all the body's members
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Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it:
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That only like a gulf it did remain
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I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,
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Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
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Like labour with the rest, where the other instruments
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Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
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And, mutually participate, did minister
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Unto the appetite and affection common
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Of the whole body. The belly answer'd—
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First Citizen.
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Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
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Menenius Agrippa.
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Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
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Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus—
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For, look you, I may make the belly smile
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As well as speak—it tauntingly replied
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To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
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That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
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As you malign our senators for that
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They are not such as you.
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First Citizen.
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Your belly's answer? What!
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The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
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The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
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Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter.
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With other muniments and petty helps
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In this our fabric, if that they—
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Menenius Agrippa.
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What then?
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'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?
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First Citizen.
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Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
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Who is the sink o' the body,—
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Menenius Agrippa.
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Well, what then?
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First Citizen.
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The former agents, if they did complain,
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What could the belly answer?
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Menenius Agrippa.
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I will tell you
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If you'll bestow a small—of what you have little—
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Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.
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First Citizen.
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Ye're long about it.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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Note me this, good friend;
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Your most grave belly was deliberate,
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Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd:
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'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he,
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'That I receive the general food at first,
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Which you do live upon; and fit it is,
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Because I am the store-house and the shop
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Of the whole body: but, if you do remember,
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I send it through the rivers of your blood,
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Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;
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And, through the cranks and offices of man,
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The strongest nerves and small inferior veins
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From me receive that natural competency
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Whereby they live: and though that all at once,
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You, my good friends,'—this says the belly, mark me,—
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First Citizen.
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Ay, sir; well, well.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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'Though all at once cannot
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See what I do deliver out to each,
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Yet I can make my audit up, that all
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From me do back receive the flour of all,
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And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't?
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First Citizen.
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It was an answer: how apply you this?
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Menenius Agrippa.
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The senators of Rome are this good belly,
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And you the mutinous members; for examine
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Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly
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Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find
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No public benefit which you receive
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But it proceeds or comes from them to you
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And no way from yourselves. What do you think,
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You, the great toe of this assembly?
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First Citizen.
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I the great toe! why the great toe?
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Menenius Agrippa.
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For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest,
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Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:
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Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,
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Lead'st first to win some vantage.
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But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs:
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Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;
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The one side must have bale.
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[Enter CAIUS CORIOLANUS]
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Hail, noble CORIOLANUS!
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Coriolanus.
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Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
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That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
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Make yourselves scabs?
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First Citizen.
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We have ever your good word.
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Coriolanus.
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He that will give good words to thee will flatter
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Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
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That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
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The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
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Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
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Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
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Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
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Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is
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To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
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And curse that justice did it.
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Who deserves greatness
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Deserves your hate; and your affections are
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A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
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Which would increase his evil. He that depends
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Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
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And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?
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With every minute you do change a mind,
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And call him noble that was now your hate,
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Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
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That in these several places of the city
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You cry against the noble senate, who,
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Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
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Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?
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Menenius Agrippa.
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For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
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The city is well stored.
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Coriolanus.
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Hang 'em! They say!
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They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
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What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise,
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Who thrives and who declines; side factions
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and give out
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Conjectural marriages; making parties strong
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And feebling such as stand not in their liking
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Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's
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grain enough!
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Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
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And let me use my sword, I'll make a quarry
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With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
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As I could pick my lance.
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Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
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For though abundantly they lack discretion,
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Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,
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What says the other troop?
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Coriolanus.
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They are dissolved: hang 'em!
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They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs,
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That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
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That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
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Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds
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They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,
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And a petition granted them, a strange one—
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To break the heart of generosity,
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And make bold power look pale—they threw their caps
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As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
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Shouting their emulation.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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What is granted them?
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Coriolanus.
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Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
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Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
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Sicinius Velutus, and I know not—'Sdeath!
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The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
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Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
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Win upon power and throw forth greater themes
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For insurrection's arguing.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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This is strange.
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Coriolanus.
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Go, get you home, you fragments!
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[Enter a Messenger, hastily]
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Messenger.
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Where's Caius CORIOLANUS?
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Coriolanus.
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Here: what's the matter?
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Messenger.
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The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
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Coriolanus.
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I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
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Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
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[Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators;]
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JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS]
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First Senator.
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CORIOLANUS, 'tis true that you have lately told us;
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The Volsces are in arms.
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Coriolanus.
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They have a leader,
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Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
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I sin in envying his nobility,
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And were I any thing but what I am,
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I would wish me only he.
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Cominius.
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You have fought together.
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Coriolanus.
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Were half to half the world by the ears and he.
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Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make
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Only my wars with him: he is a lion
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That I am proud to hunt.
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First Senator.
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Then, worthy CORIOLANUS,
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Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
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Cominius.
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It is your former promise.
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Coriolanus.
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Sir, it is;
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And I am constant. Titus TITUS, thou
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Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
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What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?
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Titus Lartius.
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No, Caius CORIOLANUS;
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I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,
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Ere stay behind this business.
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Menenius Agrippa.
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O, true-bred!
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First Senator.
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Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,
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Our greatest friends attend us.
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Titus Lartius.
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[To COMINIUS]Lead you on.
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[To CORIOLANUS]Follow Cominius; we must follow you;]
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Right worthy you priority.
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Cominius.
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Noble CORIOLANUS!
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First Senator.
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[To the Citizens]Hence to your homes; be gone!
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Coriolanus.
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Nay, let them follow:
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The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
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To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
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Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
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[Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS]
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and BRUTUS]
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Sicinius Velutus.
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Was ever man so proud as is this CORIOLANUS?
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Junius Brutus.
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353
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He has no equal.
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Sicinius Velutus.
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355
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When we were chosen tribunes for the people,—
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Junius Brutus.
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357
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Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
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Sicinius Velutus.
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359
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Nay. but his taunts.
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Junius Brutus.
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361
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Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
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Sicinius Velutus.
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363
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Be-mock the modest moon.
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364
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Junius Brutus.
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365
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The present wars devour him: he is grown
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Too proud to be so valiant.
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Sicinius Velutus.
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368
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Such a nature,
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369
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Tickled with good success, disdains the shadow
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Which he treads on at noon: but I do wonder
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371
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His insolence can brook to be commanded
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372
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Under Cominius.
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373
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Junius Brutus.
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374
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Fame, at the which he aims,
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375
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In whom already he's well graced, can not
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376
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Better be held nor more attain'd than by
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377
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A place below the first: for what miscarries
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378
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Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
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379
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To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
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380
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Will then cry out of CORIOLANUS 'O if he
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381
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Had borne the business!'
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382
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Sicinius Velutus.
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383
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Besides, if things go well,
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384
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Opinion that so sticks on CORIOLANUS shall
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385
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Of his demerits rob Cominius.
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386
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Junius Brutus.
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387
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Come:
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388
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Half all Cominius' honours are to CORIOLANUS.
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389
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Though CORIOLANUS earned them not, and all his faults
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390
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To CORIOLANUS shall be honours, though indeed
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391
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In aught he merit not.
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392
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Sicinius Velutus.
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393
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Let's hence, and hear
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394
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How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,
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395
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More than his singularity, he goes
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396
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Upon this present action.
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397
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Junius Brutus.
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398
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Lets along.
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399
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[Exeunt]
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2. Act I, Scene 2
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0
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Corioli. The Senate-house.
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1
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[Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and certain Senators]
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2
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First Senator.
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3
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So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
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4
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That they of Rome are entered in our counsels
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5
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And know how we proceed.
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6
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Tullus Aufidius.
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7
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Is it not yours?
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8
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What ever have been thought on in this state,
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9
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That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
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10
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Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone
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11
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Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
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12
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I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
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[Reads]
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14
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'They have press'd a power, but it is not known
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15
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Whether for east or west: the dearth is great;
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16
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The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
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17
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Cominius, CORIOLANUS your old enemy,
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18
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Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
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19
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And Titus TITUS, a most valiant Roman,
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20
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These three lead on this preparation
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21
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Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
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Consider of it.'
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23
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First Senator.
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24
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Our army's in the field
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25
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We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
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26
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To answer us.
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27
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Tullus Aufidius.
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28
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Nor did you think it folly
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29
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To keep your great pretences veil'd till when
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30
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They needs must show themselves; which
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31
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in the hatching,
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32
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It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery.
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33
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We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was
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34
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To take in many towns ere almost Rome
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35
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Should know we were afoot.
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36
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Second Senator.
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37
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Noble Aufidius,
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38
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Take your commission; hie you to your bands:
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39
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Let us alone to guard Corioli:
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40
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If they set down before 's, for the remove
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41
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Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find
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42
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They've not prepared for us.
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43
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Tullus Aufidius.
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44
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O, doubt not that;
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45
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I speak from certainties. Nay, more,
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46
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Some parcels of their power are forth already,
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47
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And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
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48
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If we and Caius CORIOLANUS chance to meet,
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49
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'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
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50
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Till one can do no more.
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51
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All.
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52
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The gods assist you!
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53
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Tullus Aufidius.
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54
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And keep your honours safe!
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55
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First Senator.
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56
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Farewell.
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57
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Second Senator.
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58
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Farewell.
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59
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All.
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60
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Farewell.
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61
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[Exeunt]
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3. Act I, Scene 3
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0
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Rome. A room in CORIOLANUS’ house.
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1
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[Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA. they set them down] [p]on two low stools, and sew]
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2
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Volumnia.
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3
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I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
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4
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more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I
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5
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should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he
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6
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won honour than in the embracements of his bed where
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7
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he would show most love. When yet he was but
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8
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tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when
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9
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youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when
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10
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for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not
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11
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sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering
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12
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how honour would become such a person. that it was
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13
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no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if
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14
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renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek
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15
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danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel
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16
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war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows
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17
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bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not
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18
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more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child
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19
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than now in first seeing he had proved himself a
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20
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man.
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Virgilia.
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22
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But had he died in the business, madam; how then?
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Volumnia.
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24
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Then his good report should have been my son; I
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25
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therein would have found issue. Hear me profess
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26
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sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
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27
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alike and none less dear than thine and my good
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CORIOLANUS, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their
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29
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country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
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[Enter a Gentlewoman]
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31
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Gentlewoman.
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32
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Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
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33
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Virgilia.
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34
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Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
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35
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Volumnia.
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36
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Indeed, you shall not.
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37
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Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
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38
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See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,
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39
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As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:
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40
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Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:
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41
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'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,
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42
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Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow
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43
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With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,
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44
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Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow
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45
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Or all or lose his hire.
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46
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Virgilia.
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47
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His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!
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48
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Volumnia.
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49
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Away, you fool! it more becomes a man
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50
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Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,
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51
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When she did suckle Hector, look'd not lovelier
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Than Hector's forehead when it spit forth blood
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At Grecian sword, contemning. Tell Valeria,
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We are fit to bid her welcome.
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55
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[Exit Gentlewoman]
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Virgilia.
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57
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Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
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58
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Volumnia.
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59
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He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
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60
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And tread upon his neck.
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61
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[Enter VALERIA, with an Usher and Gentlewoman]
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62
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Valeria.
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63
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My ladies both, good day to you.
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64
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Volumnia.
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65
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Sweet madam.
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66
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Virgilia.
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67
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I am glad to see your ladyship.
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68
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Valeria.
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69
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How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.
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70
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What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good
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71
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faith. How does your little son?
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72
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Virgilia.
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73
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I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
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74
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Volumnia.
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75
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He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
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76
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look upon his school-master.
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77
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Valeria.
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78
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O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a
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79
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very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o'
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80
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Wednesday half an hour together: has such a
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81
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confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded
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82
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butterfly: and when he caught it, he let it go
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83
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again; and after it again; and over and over he
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84
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comes, and again; catched it again; or whether his
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85
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fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his
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86
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teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked
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87
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it!
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88
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Volumnia.
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89
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One on 's father's moods.
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90
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Valeria.
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91
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Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
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Virgilia.
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A crack, madam.
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Valeria.
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Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play
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the idle husewife with me this afternoon.
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Virgilia.
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No, good madam; I will not out of doors.
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Valeria.
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Not out of doors!
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Volumnia.
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She shall, she shall.
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Virgilia.
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Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the
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threshold till my lord return from the wars.
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Valeria.
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Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come,
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you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
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Virgilia.
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I will wish her speedy strength, and visit her with
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my prayers; but I cannot go thither.
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Volumnia.
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Why, I pray you?
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Virgilia.
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'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
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Valeria.
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You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all
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the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill
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Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric
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were sensible as your finger, that you might leave
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pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.
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Virgilia.
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No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
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Valeria.
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In truth, la, go with me; and I'll tell you
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excellent news of your husband.
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Virgilia.
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O, good madam, there can be none yet.
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Valeria.
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Verily, I do not jest with you; there came news from
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him last night.
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Virgilia.
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Indeed, madam?
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Valeria.
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In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it.
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Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against
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whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of
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our Roman power: your lord and Titus TITUS are set
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down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt
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prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,
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on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.
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Virgilia.
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Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every
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thing hereafter.
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Volumnia.
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Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but
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disease our better mirth.
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Valeria.
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In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then.
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Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy
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solemness out o' door. and go along with us.
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Virgilia.
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No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish
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you much mirth.
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Valeria.
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Well, then, farewell.
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[Exeunt]
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4. Act I, Scene 4
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0
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Before Corioli.
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[Enter, with drum and colours, CORIOLANUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Captains and Soldiers. To them a Messenger]
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2
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Coriolanus.
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3
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Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
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4
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Titus Lartius.
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5
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My horse to yours, no.
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Coriolanus.
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7
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'Tis done.
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Titus Lartius.
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9
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Agreed.
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Coriolanus.
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Say, has our general met the enemy?
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Messenger.
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They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
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Titus Lartius.
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So, the good horse is mine.
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Coriolanus.
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17
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I'll buy him of you.
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18
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Titus Lartius.
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19
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No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
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For half a hundred years. Summon the town.
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Coriolanus.
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How far off lie these armies?
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Messenger.
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Within this mile and half.
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Coriolanus.
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Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
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Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
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That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
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To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
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[They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others]
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on the walls]
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Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
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First Senator.
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No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
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That's lesser than a little.
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[Drums afar off]
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Hark! our drums
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Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls,
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Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,
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40
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Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes;
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They'll open of themselves.
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[Alarum afar off]
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Hark you. far off!
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There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
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Amongst your cloven army.
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Coriolanus.
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O, they are at it!
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Titus Lartius.
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Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!
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[Enter the army of the Volsces]
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Coriolanus.
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They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
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53
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Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
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54
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With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
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brave Titus:
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56
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They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
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Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:
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He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce,
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And he shall feel mine edge.
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[Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their]
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61
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trenches. Re-enter CORIOLANUS cursing]
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Coriolanus.
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63
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All the contagion of the south light on you,
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64
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You shames of Rome! you herd of—Boils and plagues
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65
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Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
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66
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Further than seen and one infect another
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67
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Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
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68
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That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
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69
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From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell!
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All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
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71
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With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home,
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Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe
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73
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And make my wars on you: look to't: come on;
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If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
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As they us to our trenches followed.
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76
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[Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and CORIOLANUS]
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follows them to the gates]
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So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds:
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'Tis for the followers fortune widens them,
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80
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Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
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81
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[Enters the gates]
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82
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First Soldier.
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83
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Fool-hardiness; not I.
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84
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Second Soldier.
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85
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Nor I.
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86
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[CORIOLANUS is shut in]
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87
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First Soldier.
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88
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See, they have shut him in.
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89
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All.
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90
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To the pot, I warrant him.
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91
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[Alarum continues]
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92
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[Re-enter TITUS LARTIUS]
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93
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Titus Lartius.
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94
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What is become of CORIOLANUS?
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95
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All.
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96
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Slain, sir, doubtless.
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97
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First Soldier.
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98
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Following the fliers at the very heels,
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99
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With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
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100
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Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,
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101
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To answer all the city.
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102
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Titus Lartius.
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103
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O noble fellow!
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104
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Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
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105
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And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, CORIOLANUS:
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106
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A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
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107
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Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
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108
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Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
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109
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Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
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110
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The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
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111
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Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world
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112
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Were feverous and did tremble.
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113
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[Re-enter CORIOLANUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy]
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114
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First Soldier.
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115
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Look, sir.
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116
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Titus Lartius.
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117
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O,'tis CORIOLANUS!
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118
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Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
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119
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[They fight, and all enter the city]
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5. Act I, Scene 5
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0
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Corioli. A street.
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1
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[Enter certain Romans, with spoils]
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2
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First Roman.
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3
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This will I carry to Rome.
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4
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Second Roman.
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5
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And I this.
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6
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Third Roman.
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7
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A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
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8
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[Alarum continues still afar off]
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9
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[Enter CORIOLANUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet]
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10
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Coriolanus.
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11
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See here these movers that do prize their hours
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12
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At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
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13
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Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
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14
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Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
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15
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Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
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16
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And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
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17
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There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
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18
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Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
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19
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Convenient numbers to make good the city;
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20
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Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
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21
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To help Cominius.
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22
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Titus Lartius.
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23
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Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
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24
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Thy exercise hath been too violent for
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25
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A second course of fight.
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26
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Coriolanus.
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27
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Sir, praise me not;
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28
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My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
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29
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The blood I drop is rather physical
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30
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Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
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31
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I will appear, and fight.
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32
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Titus Lartius.
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33
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Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
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34
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Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
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35
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Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
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36
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Prosperity be thy page!
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37
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Coriolanus.
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38
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Thy friend no less
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39
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Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
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40
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Titus Lartius.
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41
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Thou worthiest CORIOLANUS!
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42
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[Exit CORIOLANUS]
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43
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Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
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44
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Call thither all the officers o' the town,
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45
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Where they shall know our mind: away!
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46
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[Exeunt]
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6. Act I, Scene 6
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0
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Near the camp of Cominius.
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1
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[Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire,] [p]with soldiers]
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2
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Cominius.
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3
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Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
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4
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we are come off
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5
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Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
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6
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Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
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7
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We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
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8
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By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
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9
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The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
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10
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Lead their successes as we wish our own,
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11
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That both our powers, with smiling
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12
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fronts encountering,
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13
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May give you thankful sacrifice.
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14
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[Enter a Messenger]
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15
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Thy news?
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16
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Messenger.
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17
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The citizens of Corioli have issued,
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18
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And given to TITUS and to CORIOLANUS battle:
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19
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I saw our party to their trenches driven,
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20
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And then I came away.
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21
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Cominius.
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22
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Though thou speak'st truth,
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23
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Methinks thou speak'st not well.
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24
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How long is't since?
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25
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Messenger.
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26
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Above an hour, my lord.
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27
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Cominius.
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28
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'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
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29
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How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
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30
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And bring thy news so late?
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31
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Messenger.
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32
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Spies of the Volsces
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33
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Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel
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34
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Three or four miles about, else had I, sir,
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35
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Half an hour since brought my report.
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36
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Cominius.
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37
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Who's yonder,
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38
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That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
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39
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He has the stamp of CORIOLANUS; and I have
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40
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Before-time seen him thus.
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41
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Coriolanus.
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42
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[Within]Come I too late?
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43
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Cominius.
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44
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The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
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More than I know the sound of CORIOLANUS' tongue
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From every meaner man.
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[Enter CORIOLANUS]
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Coriolanus.
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Come I too late?
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Cominius.
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Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
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But mantled in your own.
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Coriolanus.
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O, let me clip ye
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In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
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As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
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And tapers burn'd to bedward!
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Cominius.
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Flower of warriors,
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How is it with Titus TITUS?
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Coriolanus.
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As with a man busied about decrees:
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Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
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Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other;
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Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
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Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
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To let him slip at will.
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Cominius.
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Where is that slave
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Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
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Where is he? call him hither.
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Coriolanus.
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Let him alone;
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He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,
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The common file—a plague! tribunes for them!—
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The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge
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From rascals worse than they.
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Cominius.
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But how prevail'd you?
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Coriolanus.
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Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
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Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field?
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If not, why cease you till you are so?
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Cominius.
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CORIOLANUS,
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We have at disadvantage fought and did
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Retire to win our purpose.
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Coriolanus.
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How lies their battle? know you on which side
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They have placed their men of trust?
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Cominius.
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As I guess, CORIOLANUS,
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Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
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Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius,
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Their very heart of hope.
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Coriolanus.
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I do beseech you,
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By all the battles wherein we have fought,
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By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
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We have made to endure friends, that you directly
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Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates;
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And that you not delay the present, but,
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Filling the air with swords advanced and darts,
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We prove this very hour.
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Cominius.
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Though I could wish
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You were conducted to a gentle bath
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And balms applied to, you, yet dare I never
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Deny your asking: take your choice of those
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That best can aid your action.
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Coriolanus.
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Those are they
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That most are willing. If any such be here—
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As it were sin to doubt—that love this painting
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Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
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Lesser his person than an ill report;
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If any think brave death outweighs bad life
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