Coriolanus

by: William Shakespeare

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COMINIUS

O, well begg’d!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should
100Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.

COMINIUS

You’re persuasive! Even if he were the butcher of my son, he’d be as free as the wind. Release him, Titus.

LARTIUS

Martius, his name?

LARTIUS

Martius, his name?

CORIOLANUS

By Jupiter! forgot.
I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
Have we no wine here?

CORIOLANUS

By Jupiter! I’ve forgotten. I’m worn out and my memory is tired. Do we have any wine here?

COMINIUS

105Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries; ’tis time
It should be look’d to: come.

COMINIUS

Let’s go our tent. The blood on your face is drying. It’s time you were looked at. Come.
Exeunt
All exit.