Original Text	Modern Text
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.

Coriolanus

Act 1 Scene 9