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A room in Coriolanus’ house.
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A room in Coriolanus’ house.
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Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians
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Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians
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CORIOLANUS Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
Death on the wheel or at wild horses’ heels,
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
5 Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.
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CORIOLANUS Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
Death on the wheel or at wild horses’ heels,
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.
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A PATRICIAN You do the nobler.
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A PATRICIAN You do the nobler.
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CORIOLANUS I muse my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
10 To call them woollen vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war.
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CORIOLANUS I muse my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war.
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Enter VOLUMNIA
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Enter VOLUMNIA
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15 I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.
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I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.
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VOLUMNIA O, sir, sir, sir,
20 I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.
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VOLUMNIA O, sir, sir, sir,
I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.
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CORIOLANUS Let go.
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CORIOLANUS Let go.
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VOLUMNIA You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so; lesser had been
25 The thwartings of your dispositions, if
You had not show’d them how ye were disposed
Ere they lack’d power to cross you.
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VOLUMNIA You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so; lesser had been
The thwartings of your dispositions, if
You had not show’d them how ye were disposed
Ere they lack’d power to cross you.
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CORIOLANUS Let them hang.
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CORIOLANUS Let them hang.
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A PATRICIAN Ay, and burn too.
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A PATRICIAN Ay, and burn too.
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Enter MENENIUS and Senators
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Enter MENENIUS and Senators
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MENENIUS 30 Come, come, you have been too rough, something
too rough;
You must return and mend it.
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MENENIUS Come, come, you have been too rough, something
too rough;
You must return and mend it.
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FIRST SENATOR There’s no remedy;
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
35 Cleave in the midst, and perish.
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FIRST SENATOR There’s no remedy;
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Cleave in the midst, and perish.
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VOLUMNIA Pray, be counsell’d:
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.
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VOLUMNIA Pray, be counsell’d:
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.
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MENENIUS 40 Well said, noble woman!
Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
The violent fit o’ the time craves it as physic
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.
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MENENIUS Well said, noble woman!
Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
The violent fit o’ the time craves it as physic
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.
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CORIOLANUS 45 What must I do?
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CORIOLANUS What must I do?
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MENENIUS Return to the tribunes.
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MENENIUS Return to the tribunes.
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CORIOLANUS Well, what then? what then?
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CORIOLANUS Well, what then? what then?
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MENENIUS Repent what you have spoke.
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MENENIUS Repent what you have spoke.
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CORIOLANUS For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
50 Must I then do’t to them?
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CORIOLANUS For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
Must I then do’t to them?
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VOLUMNIA You are too absolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble,
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever’d friends,
55 I’ the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
In peace what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there.
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VOLUMNIA You are too absolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble,
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever’d friends,
I’ the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
In peace what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there.
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CORIOLANUS Tush, tush!
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CORIOLANUS Tush, tush!
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MENENIUS A good demand.
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MENENIUS A good demand.
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VOLUMNIA 60 If it be honour in your wars to seem
The same you are not, which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war, since that to both
65 It stands in like request?
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VOLUMNIA If it be honour in your wars to seem
The same you are not, which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war, since that to both
It stands in like request?
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CORIOLANUS Why force you this?
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CORIOLANUS Why force you this?
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VOLUMNIA Because that now it lies you on to speak
To the people; not by your own instruction,
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
70 But with such words that are but rooted in
Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables
Of no allowance to your bosom’s truth.
Now, this no more dishonours you at all
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
75 Which else would put you to your fortune and
The hazard of much blood.
I would dissemble with my nature where
My fortunes and my friends at stake required
I should do so in honour: I am in this,
80 Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
And you will rather show our general louts
How you can frown than spend a fawn upon ’em,
For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
Of what that want might ruin.
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VOLUMNIA Because that now it lies you on to speak
To the people; not by your own instruction,
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
But with such words that are but rooted in
Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables
Of no allowance to your bosom’s truth.
Now, this no more dishonours you at all
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
Which else would put you to your fortune and
The hazard of much blood.
I would dissemble with my nature where
My fortunes and my friends at stake required
I should do so in honour: I am in this,
Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
And you will rather show our general louts
How you can frown than spend a fawn upon ’em,
For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
Of what that want might ruin.
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MENENIUS 85 Noble lady!
Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.
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MENENIUS Noble lady!
Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, my son,
90 Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch’d it—here be with them—
Thy knee bussing the stones—for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the ears—waving thy head,
95 Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
100 Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power and person.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, my son,
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch’d it—here be with them—
Thy knee bussing the stones—for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the ears—waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power and person.
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MENENIUS This but done,
105 Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask’d, as free
As words to little purpose.
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MENENIUS This but done,
Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask’d, as free
As words to little purpose.
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VOLUMNIA Prithee now,
Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
110 Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
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VOLUMNIA Prithee now,
Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
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Enter COMINIUS
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Enter COMINIUS
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COMINIUS I have been i’ the market-place; and, sir, ’tis fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness or by absence: all’s in anger.
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COMINIUS I have been i’ the market-place; and, sir, ’tis fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness or by absence: all’s in anger.
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MENENIUS 115 Only fair speech.
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MENENIUS Only fair speech.
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COMINIUS I think ’twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his spirit.
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COMINIUS I think ’twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his spirit.
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VOLUMNIA He must, and will
Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
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VOLUMNIA He must, and will
Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
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CORIOLANUS 120 Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do’t:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Martius, they to dust should grind it
125 And throw’t against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life.
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CORIOLANUS Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do’t:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Martius, they to dust should grind it
And throw’t against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life.
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COMINIUS Come, come, we’ll prompt you.
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COMINIUS Come, come, we’ll prompt you.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
130 My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Thou hast not done before.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Thou hast not done before.
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CORIOLANUS Well, I must do’t:
Away, my disposition, and possess me
135 Some harlot’s spirit! my throat of war be turn’d,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take up
140 The glasses of my sight! a beggar’s tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm’d knees,
Who bow’d but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath received an alms! I will not do’t,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
145 And by my body’s action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
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CORIOLANUS Well, I must do’t:
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot’s spirit! my throat of war be turn’d,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take up
The glasses of my sight! a beggar’s tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm’d knees,
Who bow’d but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath received an alms! I will not do’t,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
And by my body’s action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
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VOLUMNIA At thy choice, then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
150 Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.
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VOLUMNIA At thy choice, then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.
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CORIOLANUS 155 Pray, be content:
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Chide me no more. I’ll mountebank their loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
160 Commend me to my wife. I’ll return consul;
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I’ the way of flattery further.
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CORIOLANUS Pray, be content:
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Chide me no more. I’ll mountebank their loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
Commend me to my wife. I’ll return consul;
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I’ the way of flattery further.
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VOLUMNIA Do your will.
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VOLUMNIA Do your will.
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Exit
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Exit
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COMINIUS Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
165 To answer mildly; for they are prepared
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.
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COMINIUS Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
To answer mildly; for they are prepared
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.
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CORIOLANUS The word is ‘mildly.’ Pray you, let us go:
Let them accuse me by invention, I
170 Will answer in mine honour.
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CORIOLANUS The word is ‘mildly.’ Pray you, let us go:
Let them accuse me by invention, I
Will answer in mine honour.
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MENENIUS Ay, but mildly.
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MENENIUS Ay, but mildly.
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CORIOLANUS Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
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CORIOLANUS Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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A room in Coriolanus’ house.
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A room in Coriolanus’ house.
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Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians
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Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians
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CORIOLANUS Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
Death on the wheel or at wild horses’ heels,
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
5 Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.
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CORIOLANUS Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
Death on the wheel or at wild horses’ heels,
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.
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A PATRICIAN You do the nobler.
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A PATRICIAN You do the nobler.
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CORIOLANUS I muse my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
10 To call them woollen vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war.
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CORIOLANUS I muse my mother
Does not approve me further, who was wont
To call them woollen vassals, things created
To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
When one but of my ordinance stood up
To speak of peace or war.
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Enter VOLUMNIA
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Enter VOLUMNIA
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15 I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.
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I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.
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VOLUMNIA O, sir, sir, sir,
20 I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.
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VOLUMNIA O, sir, sir, sir,
I would have had you put your power well on,
Before you had worn it out.
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CORIOLANUS Let go.
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CORIOLANUS Let go.
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VOLUMNIA You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so; lesser had been
25 The thwartings of your dispositions, if
You had not show’d them how ye were disposed
Ere they lack’d power to cross you.
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VOLUMNIA You might have been enough the man you are,
With striving less to be so; lesser had been
The thwartings of your dispositions, if
You had not show’d them how ye were disposed
Ere they lack’d power to cross you.
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CORIOLANUS Let them hang.
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CORIOLANUS Let them hang.
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A PATRICIAN Ay, and burn too.
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A PATRICIAN Ay, and burn too.
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Enter MENENIUS and Senators
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Enter MENENIUS and Senators
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MENENIUS 30 Come, come, you have been too rough, something
too rough;
You must return and mend it.
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MENENIUS Come, come, you have been too rough, something
too rough;
You must return and mend it.
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FIRST SENATOR There’s no remedy;
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
35 Cleave in the midst, and perish.
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FIRST SENATOR There’s no remedy;
Unless, by not so doing, our good city
Cleave in the midst, and perish.
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VOLUMNIA Pray, be counsell’d:
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.
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VOLUMNIA Pray, be counsell’d:
I have a heart as little apt as yours,
But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
To better vantage.
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MENENIUS 40 Well said, noble woman!
Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
The violent fit o’ the time craves it as physic
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.
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MENENIUS Well said, noble woman!
Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
The violent fit o’ the time craves it as physic
For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
Which I can scarcely bear.
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CORIOLANUS 45 What must I do?
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CORIOLANUS What must I do?
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MENENIUS Return to the tribunes.
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MENENIUS Return to the tribunes.
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CORIOLANUS Well, what then? what then?
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CORIOLANUS Well, what then? what then?
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MENENIUS Repent what you have spoke.
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MENENIUS Repent what you have spoke.
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CORIOLANUS For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
50 Must I then do’t to them?
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CORIOLANUS For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
Must I then do’t to them?
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VOLUMNIA You are too absolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble,
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever’d friends,
55 I’ the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
In peace what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there.
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VOLUMNIA You are too absolute;
Though therein you can never be too noble,
But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever’d friends,
I’ the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
In peace what each of them by the other lose,
That they combine not there.
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CORIOLANUS Tush, tush!
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CORIOLANUS Tush, tush!
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MENENIUS A good demand.
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MENENIUS A good demand.
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VOLUMNIA 60 If it be honour in your wars to seem
The same you are not, which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war, since that to both
65 It stands in like request?
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VOLUMNIA If it be honour in your wars to seem
The same you are not, which, for your best ends,
You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,
That it shall hold companionship in peace
With honour, as in war, since that to both
It stands in like request?
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CORIOLANUS Why force you this?
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CORIOLANUS Why force you this?
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VOLUMNIA Because that now it lies you on to speak
To the people; not by your own instruction,
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
70 But with such words that are but rooted in
Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables
Of no allowance to your bosom’s truth.
Now, this no more dishonours you at all
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
75 Which else would put you to your fortune and
The hazard of much blood.
I would dissemble with my nature where
My fortunes and my friends at stake required
I should do so in honour: I am in this,
80 Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
And you will rather show our general louts
How you can frown than spend a fawn upon ’em,
For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
Of what that want might ruin.
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VOLUMNIA Because that now it lies you on to speak
To the people; not by your own instruction,
Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
But with such words that are but rooted in
Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables
Of no allowance to your bosom’s truth.
Now, this no more dishonours you at all
Than to take in a town with gentle words,
Which else would put you to your fortune and
The hazard of much blood.
I would dissemble with my nature where
My fortunes and my friends at stake required
I should do so in honour: I am in this,
Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
And you will rather show our general louts
How you can frown than spend a fawn upon ’em,
For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
Of what that want might ruin.
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MENENIUS 85 Noble lady!
Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.
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MENENIUS Noble lady!
Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
Of what is past.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, my son,
90 Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch’d it—here be with them—
Thy knee bussing the stones—for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the ears—waving thy head,
95 Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
100 Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power and person.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, my son,
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
And thus far having stretch’d it—here be with them—
Thy knee bussing the stones—for in such business
Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
More learned than the ears—waving thy head,
Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
Now humble as the ripest mulberry
That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
As thou hast power and person.
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MENENIUS This but done,
105 Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask’d, as free
As words to little purpose.
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MENENIUS This but done,
Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
For they have pardons, being ask’d, as free
As words to little purpose.
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VOLUMNIA Prithee now,
Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
110 Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
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VOLUMNIA Prithee now,
Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
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Enter COMINIUS
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Enter COMINIUS
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COMINIUS I have been i’ the market-place; and, sir, ’tis fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness or by absence: all’s in anger.
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COMINIUS I have been i’ the market-place; and, sir, ’tis fit
You make strong party, or defend yourself
By calmness or by absence: all’s in anger.
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MENENIUS 115 Only fair speech.
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MENENIUS Only fair speech.
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COMINIUS I think ’twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his spirit.
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COMINIUS I think ’twill serve, if he
Can thereto frame his spirit.
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VOLUMNIA He must, and will
Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
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VOLUMNIA He must, and will
Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
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CORIOLANUS 120 Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do’t:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Martius, they to dust should grind it
125 And throw’t against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life.
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CORIOLANUS Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do’t:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Martius, they to dust should grind it
And throw’t against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life.
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COMINIUS Come, come, we’ll prompt you.
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COMINIUS Come, come, we’ll prompt you.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
130 My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Thou hast not done before.
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VOLUMNIA I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
To have my praise for this, perform a part
Thou hast not done before.
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CORIOLANUS Well, I must do’t:
Away, my disposition, and possess me
135 Some harlot’s spirit! my throat of war be turn’d,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take up
140 The glasses of my sight! a beggar’s tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm’d knees,
Who bow’d but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath received an alms! I will not do’t,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
145 And by my body’s action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
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CORIOLANUS Well, I must do’t:
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot’s spirit! my throat of war be turn’d,
Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys’ tears take up
The glasses of my sight! a beggar’s tongue
Make motion through my lips, and my arm’d knees,
Who bow’d but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath received an alms! I will not do’t,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
And by my body’s action teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.
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VOLUMNIA At thy choice, then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
150 Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.
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VOLUMNIA At thy choice, then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me,
But owe thy pride thyself.
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CORIOLANUS 155 Pray, be content:
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Chide me no more. I’ll mountebank their loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
160 Commend me to my wife. I’ll return consul;
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I’ the way of flattery further.
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CORIOLANUS Pray, be content:
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Chide me no more. I’ll mountebank their loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
Commend me to my wife. I’ll return consul;
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I’ the way of flattery further.
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VOLUMNIA Do your will.
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VOLUMNIA Do your will.
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Exit
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Exit
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COMINIUS Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
165 To answer mildly; for they are prepared
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.
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COMINIUS Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
To answer mildly; for they are prepared
With accusations, as I hear, more strong
Than are upon you yet.
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CORIOLANUS The word is ‘mildly.’ Pray you, let us go:
Let them accuse me by invention, I
170 Will answer in mine honour.
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CORIOLANUS The word is ‘mildly.’ Pray you, let us go:
Let them accuse me by invention, I
Will answer in mine honour.
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MENENIUS Ay, but mildly.
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MENENIUS Ay, but mildly.
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CORIOLANUS Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
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CORIOLANUS Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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