William Shakespeare

Coriolanus is a tragedy that tells the story of a Roman general named Caius Marcius Coriolanus, who is renowned for his military prowess and bravery. The play is set in ancient Rome during a time of political unrest and social upheaval.

Coriolanus is a proud and arrogant man who despises the common people and believes that they are unworthy of his respect. He is particularly disdainful of the tribunes, who are elected officials that represent the interests of the plebeians.

When Coriolanus is nominated for the position of consul, he is met with opposition from the tribunes, who fear that he will use his power to oppress the common people. Coriolanus responds to their objections with contempt and anger, which only serves to fuel their animosity towards him.

As the political situation in Rome becomes increasingly volatile, Coriolanus is banished from the city and forced to flee for his life. He seeks refuge with his former enemies, the Volscians, and begins to plot his revenge against Rome.

In the end, Coriolanus is persuaded to spare the city by his mother, but he is assassinated by the Volscians, who see him as a traitor. The play ends with the tribunes reflecting on the tragic consequences of their actions and mourning the loss of a great warrior.

Act I

Act 1 of Coriolanus begins in Rome, where the citizens are protesting against the ruling class and the shortage of food. The wealthy patricians, including Menenius, attempt to quell the riots through diplomacy and rhetoric.

Meanwhile, a military hero named Coriolanus returns to Rome after a victorious battle against the Volscians. He is greeted by a crowd of admirers, but his pride and arrogance quickly turn the citizens against him.

Coriolanus is nominated for consul, the highest position in Rome, but he must first win the support of the plebeians. He reluctantly goes before them to ask for their votes, but his lack of tact and disdain for the common people only further inflame their anger.

In an attempt to win over the plebeians, Coriolanus's mother Volumnia and his friends urge him to adopt a more humble demeanor. However, his stubbornness and contempt for the plebeians ultimately lead to his banishment from Rome.

Act 1 sets the stage for the conflict between the patricians and the plebeians, as well as the personal struggle within Coriolanus himself. It also explores themes of pride, honor, and the tension between the individual and the state.

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

Scene 1 of Act 1 begins with a group of Roman citizens complaining about the lack of food and the high prices. They blame the patricians, the wealthy class, for hoarding the grain and causing the shortage. They decide to march to the Senate and demand that the patricians share their grain.

Soon after, the patricians arrive and attempt to calm the angry citizens. However, the citizens are not satisfied and demand that one of their own, Caius Marcius, be their leader and fight for their rights. Marcius enters the scene and is initially reluctant to take on the leadership role, but eventually agrees to do so.

Menenius, a patrician, tries to reason with the citizens and explains that the patricians have been giving them grain for free, but the citizens are still not satisfied. Marcius becomes angry with the citizens and insults them, which only makes the situation worse. The citizens then decide to exile Marcius from Rome.

The scene ends with Marcius leaving Rome, vowing to seek revenge against the citizens for their mistreatment of him and their lack of loyalty to Rome.

Enter a company of mutinous Citizens, with staves, clubs, and other weapons

First Citizen
Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.
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Speak, speak.
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First Citizen
You are all resolved rather to die than to famish?
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Resolved. resolved.
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First Citizen
First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the people.
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We know't, we know't.
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First Citizen
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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No more talking on't; let it be done: away, away!
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Second Citizen
One word, good citizens.
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First Citizen
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
Would you proceed especially against Caius Marcius?
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Against him first: he's a very dog to the commonalty.
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Second Citizen
Consider you what services he has done for his country?
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First Citizen
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
Nay, but speak not maliciously.
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First Citizen
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
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
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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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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Come, come.
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First Citizen
Soft! who comes here?
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Second Citizen
Worthy Menenius Agrippa; one that hath always loved
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the people.
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First Citizen
He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!
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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
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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Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
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Will you undo yourselves?
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First Citizen
We cannot, sir, we are undone already.
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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
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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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
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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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
Well, sir, what answer made the belly?
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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
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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What then?
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'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?
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First Citizen
Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
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Who is the sink o' the body,--
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Well, what then?
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First Citizen
The former agents, if they did complain,
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What could the belly answer?
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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
Ye're long about it.
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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
Ay, sir; well, well.
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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
It was an answer: how apply you this?
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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
I the great toe! why the great toe?
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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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Hail, noble Marcius!
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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
We have ever your good word.
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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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For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
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The city is well stored.
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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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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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What is granted them?
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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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This is strange.
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Go, get you home, you fragments!
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Enter a Messenger, hastily

Where's Caius Marcius?
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Here: what's the matter?
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The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.
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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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First Senator
Marcius, 'tis true that you have lately told us;
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The Volsces are in arms.
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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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You have fought together.
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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
Then, worthy Marcius,
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Attend upon Cominius to these wars.
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It is your former promise.
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Sir, it is;
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And I am constant. Titus Lartius, 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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No, Caius Marcius;
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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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O, true-bred!
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First Senator
Your company to the Capitol; where, I know,
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Our greatest friends attend us.
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(To COMINIUS) Lead you on.
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(To MARCIUS) Follow Cominius; we must follow you;
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Right worthy you priority.
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Noble Marcius!
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First Senator
(To the Citizens) Hence to your homes; be gone!
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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 and BRUTUS

Was ever man so proud as is this Marcius?
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He has no equal.
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When we were chosen tribunes for the people,--
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Mark'd you his lip and eyes?
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Nay. but his taunts.
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Being moved, he will not spare to gird the gods.
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Be-mock the modest moon.
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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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Such a nature,
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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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His insolence can brook to be commanded
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Under Cominius.
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Fame, at the which he aims,
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In whom already he's well graced, can not
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Better be held nor more attain'd than by
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A place below the first: for what miscarries
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Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
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To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
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Will then cry out of Marcius 'O if he
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Had borne the business!'
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Besides, if things go well,
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Opinion that so sticks on Marcius shall
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Of his demerits rob Cominius.
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Half all Cominius' honours are to Marcius.
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Though Marcius earned them not, and all his faults
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To Marcius shall be honours, though indeed
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In aught he merit not.
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Let's hence, and hear
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How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion,
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More than his singularity, he goes
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Upon this present action.
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Lets along.
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SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-house.

Scene 2 of Act 1 of this play begins with a group of citizens who are unhappy with the state of affairs in Rome. They are complaining about the lack of food and the high taxes that they are being forced to pay. They are angry with the patricians and feel that they are being treated unfairly.

Two tribunes of the people, Brutus and Sicinius, enter the scene and try to calm the citizens down. They tell the citizens that they will try to help them and that they should have faith in them.

However, Menenius, a patrician, enters the scene and tries to defend the patricians. He tells the citizens that they should be grateful for what they have and that the patricians are not as bad as they seem. He also tells them a story about a body and its various parts to illustrate his point.

Despite Menenius' efforts, the citizens are still unhappy and demand that they be given more say in the government. The tribunes agree to help them and promise to raise their concerns with the senate.

Overall, Scene 2 of Act 1 sets the stage for the conflict between the patricians and the plebeians that will come to define the play. It also introduces several key characters, including the tribunes and Menenius, who will play important roles as the plot unfolds.

Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS and certain Senators

First Senator
So, your opinion is, Aufidius,
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That they of Rome are entered in our counsels
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And know how we proceed.
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Is it not yours?
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What ever have been thought on in this state,
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That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
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Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone
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Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
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I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
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'They have press'd a power, but it is not known
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Whether for east or west: the dearth is great;
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The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
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Cominius, Marcius your old enemy,
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Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
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And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman,
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These three lead on this preparation
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Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
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Consider of it.'
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First Senator
Our army's in the field
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We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready
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To answer us.
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Nor did you think it folly
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To keep your great pretences veil'd till when
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They needs must show themselves; which
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in the hatching,
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It seem'd, appear'd to Rome. By the discovery.
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We shall be shorten'd in our aim, which was
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To take in many towns ere almost Rome
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Should know we were afoot.
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Second Senator
Noble Aufidius,
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Take your commission; hie you to your bands:
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Let us alone to guard Corioli:
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If they set down before 's, for the remove
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Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find
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They've not prepared for us.
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O, doubt not that;
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I speak from certainties. Nay, more,
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Some parcels of their power are forth already,
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And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
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If we and Caius Marcius chance to meet,
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'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
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Till one can do no more.
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The gods assist you!
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And keep your honours safe!
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First Senator
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Second Senator
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SCENE III. Rome. A room in Marcius' house.

In Scene 3 of Act 1 of Coriolanus, the protagonist returns from a successful battle against the Volscians and is met by his political rival, Sicinius Velutus. Velutus attempts to manipulate the crowd into turning against Coriolanus, accusing him of seeking power and glory for himself rather than for Rome.

Coriolanus defends himself, insisting that he fought for Rome and not for his own benefit. However, his arrogance and disdain for the common people only serve to further alienate him from the crowd.

Brutus, another politician and friend of Coriolanus, attempts to intervene and calm the situation. He suggests that Coriolanus be given a chance to explain himself further, but Velutus insists that he be banished from Rome.

The crowd is ultimately swayed by Velutus' persuasive rhetoric and they call for Coriolanus' banishment. Despite his protests and the support of some of his fellow soldiers, Coriolanus is exiled from Rome.

This scene highlights the political tensions and power struggles within Rome, as well as the character flaws of Coriolanus. It sets the stage for the rest of the play, as Coriolanus seeks revenge against Rome and allies himself with the Volscians.

Enter VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA they set them down on two low stools, and sew

I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
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more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I
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should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he
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won honour than in the embracements of his bed where
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he would show most love. When yet he was but
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tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when
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youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when
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for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not
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sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering
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how honour would become such a person. that it was
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no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if
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renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek
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danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel
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war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows
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bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not
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more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child
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than now in first seeing he had proved himself a
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But had he died in the business, madam; how then?
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Then his good report should have been my son; I
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therein would have found issue. Hear me profess
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sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
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alike and none less dear than thine and my good
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Marcius, I had rather had eleven die nobly for their
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country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
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Enter a Gentlewoman

Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
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Beseech you, give me leave to retire myself.
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Indeed, you shall not.
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Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
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See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,
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As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:
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Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:
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'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,
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Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow
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With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,
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Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow
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Or all or lose his hire.
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His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!
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Away, you fool! it more becomes a man
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Than gilt his trophy: the breasts of Hecuba,
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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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Exit Gentlewoman

Heavens bless my lord from fell Aufidius!
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He'll beat Aufidius 'head below his knee
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And tread upon his neck.
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Enter VALERIA, with an Usher and Gentlewoman

My ladies both, good day to you.
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Sweet madam.
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I am glad to see your ladyship.
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How do you both? you are manifest house-keepers.
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What are you sewing here? A fine spot, in good
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faith. How does your little son?
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I thank your ladyship; well, good madam.
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He had rather see the swords, and hear a drum, than
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look upon his school-master.
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O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a
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very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o'
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Wednesday half an hour together: has such a
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confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded
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butterfly: and when he caught it, he let it go
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again; and after it again; and over and over he
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comes, and again; catched it again; or whether his
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fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his
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teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked
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One on 's father's moods.
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Indeed, la, 'tis a noble child.
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A crack, madam.
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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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No, good madam; I will not out of doors.
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Not out of doors!
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She shall, she shall.
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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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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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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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Why, I pray you?
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'Tis not to save labour, nor that I want love.
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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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No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth.
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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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O, good madam, there can be none yet.
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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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Indeed, madam?
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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 Lartius 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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Give me excuse, good madam; I will obey you in every
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thing hereafter.
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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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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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No, at a word, madam; indeed, I must not. I wish
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you much mirth.
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Well, then, farewell.
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SCENE IV. Before Corioli.

In Scene 4 of Act 1, a group of citizens gather to discuss their grievances with the leadership of Rome. They are upset with the way their leaders have been handling the city's affairs and are looking for someone to champion their cause. They begin to talk about a man named Coriolanus, who is known for his bravery in battle but is also seen as arrogant and out of touch with the common people.

One citizen suggests that they should make Coriolanus their leader, but another argues that he is not fit to govern because he lacks the empathy and understanding necessary to lead a diverse group of people. They debate the merits of different leaders and eventually decide to support a man named Martius, who they believe will be a fair and just ruler.

The scene highlights the tension between the ruling class and the common people in Rome, as well as the importance of leadership and empathy in governing a society. It also foreshadows the conflict that will arise between Coriolanus and the citizens of Rome, as they struggle to reconcile their admiration for his military prowess with their distrust of his personality and motives.

Enter, with drum and colours, MARCIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, Captains and Soldiers. To them a Messenger

Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
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My horse to yours, no.
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'Tis done.
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Say, has our general met the enemy?
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They lie in view; but have not spoke as yet.
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So, the good horse is mine.
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I'll buy him of you.
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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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How far off lie these armies?
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Within this mile and half.
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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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Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
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First Senator
No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
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That's lesser than a little.
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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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Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes;
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They'll open of themselves.
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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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O, they are at it!
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Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!
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Enter the army of the Volsces

They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
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Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
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With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
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brave Titus:
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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 trenches. Re-enter MARCIUS cursing

All the contagion of the south light on you,
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You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues
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Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
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Further than seen and one infect another
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Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
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That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
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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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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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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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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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Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
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Enters the gates

First Soldier
Fool-hardiness; not I.
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Second Soldier

MARCIUS is shut in

First Soldier
See, they have shut him in.
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To the pot, I warrant him.
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Alarum continues


What is become of Marcius?
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Slain, sir, doubtless.
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First Soldier
Following the fliers at the very heels,
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With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
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Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,
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To answer all the city.
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O noble fellow!
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Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
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And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, Marcius:
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A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
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Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
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Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
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Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
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The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
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Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world
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Were feverous and did tremble.
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Re-enter MARCIUS, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy

First Soldier
Look, sir.
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O,'tis Marcius!
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Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
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They fight, and all enter the city

SCENE V. Corioli. A street.

Scene 5 of Act 1 of Coriolanus opens with a meeting between the citizens of Rome and the patricians, or nobles. The citizens are angry with the patricians for hoarding grain during a famine, and they demand that the patricians distribute the grain to the people. The patricians, led by Menenius, try to calm the citizens down and explain why they cannot simply give away all of the grain.

However, their efforts are in vain, as the citizens become more and more agitated. A man named Sicinius suggests that the citizens elect tribunes to represent their interests and protect them from the patricians. Menenius is skeptical of this idea, but the citizens are enthusiastic, and they elect Sicinius and his colleague Brutus as their tribunes.

Menenius warns the tribunes that they must be careful not to abuse their power, but the citizens cheer them on. The scene ends with the patricians and the citizens still at odds, setting the stage for the conflict that will drive the rest of the play.

Enter certain Romans, with spoils

First Roman
This will I carry to Rome.
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Second Roman
And I this.
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Third Roman
A murrain on't! I took this for silver.
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Alarum continues still afar off

Enter MARCIUS and TITUS LARTIUS with a trumpet

See here these movers that do prize their hours
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At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
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Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
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Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
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Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
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And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
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There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
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Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
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Convenient numbers to make good the city;
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Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
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To help Cominius.
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Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
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Thy exercise hath been too violent for
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A second course of fight.
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Sir, praise me not;
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My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
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The blood I drop is rather physical
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Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
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I will appear, and fight.
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Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
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Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
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Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
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Prosperity be thy page!
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Thy friend no less
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Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
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Thou worthiest Marcius!
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Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
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Call thither all the officers o' the town,
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Where they shall know our mind: away!
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SCENE VI. Near the camp of Cominius.

Scene 6 of Act 1 of "Coriolanus" sees the protagonist, a Roman general named Coriolanus, return home from a successful military campaign against the Volscians. He is greeted by his wife, Virgilia, and his mother, Volumnia, who are overjoyed by his victory. However, Coriolanus is uncomfortable with their praise and attention, and he quickly becomes irritable when they try to engage him in conversation.

He complains about the crowds of people who have come to see him, calling them "idle creatures" who are unworthy of his attention. His mother, who is proud of his military achievements and hopes that he will use his popularity to advance his political career, is incensed by his dismissive attitude. She tries to reason with him, but he becomes even more agitated and eventually storms out of the room.

Virgilia and Volumnia are left alone to discuss Coriolanus's behavior. They are worried about his temper and his lack of political ambition. Volumnia believes that he has the potential to become a great leader, but she fears that his pride and stubbornness will hold him back. Virgilia, on the other hand, is more concerned about his emotional well-being. She loves him deeply and wants him to be happy, but she knows that he is deeply unhappy with his life in Rome.

The scene ends with Volumnia and Virgilia both feeling frustrated and uncertain about Coriolanus's future. They know that he is a great warrior, but they are not sure if he has what it takes to succeed in the political arena. They also know that he is deeply conflicted about his role in Roman society, and they fear that his dissatisfaction will lead him down a dangerous path.

Enter COMINIUS, as it were in retire, with soldiers

Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
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we are come off
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Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
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Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
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We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
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By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
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The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
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Lead their successes as we wish our own,
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That both our powers, with smiling
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fronts encountering,
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May give you thankful sacrifice.
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Thy news?
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The citizens of Corioli have issued,
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And given to Lartius and to Marcius battle:
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I saw our party to their trenches driven,
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And then I came away.
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Though thou speak'st truth,
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Methinks thou speak'st not well.
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How long is't since?
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Above an hour, my lord.
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'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
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How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
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And bring thy news so late?
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Spies of the Volsces
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Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel
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Three or four miles about, else had I, sir,
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Half an hour since brought my report.
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Who's yonder,
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That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
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He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have
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Before-time seen him thus.
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(Within) Come I too late?
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The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
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More than I know the sound of Marcius' tongue
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From every meaner man.
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Come I too late?
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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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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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Flower of warriors,
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How is it with Titus Lartius?
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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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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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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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But how prevail'd you?
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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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We have at disadvantage fought and did
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Retire to win our purpose.
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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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As I guess, Marcius,
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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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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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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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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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And that his country's dearer than himself;
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Let him alone, or so many so minded,
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Wave thus, to express his disposition,
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And follow Marcius.
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O, me alone! make you a sword of me?
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If these shows be not outward, which of you
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But is four Volsces? none of you but is
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Able to bear against the great Aufidius
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A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
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Though thanks to all, must I select
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from all: the rest
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Shall bear the business in some other fight,
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As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;
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And four shall quickly draw out my command,
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Which men are best inclined.
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March on, my fellows:
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Make good this ostentation, and you shall
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Divide in all with us.
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SCENE VII. The gates of Corioli.

In Scene 7 of Act 1, a group of citizens from Rome gather to discuss the current political situation. They are angry with the patricians, the wealthy and powerful elite of Rome, who have been hoarding grain and not distributing it to the people. The citizens are also frustrated with their leaders, who they feel are not doing enough to address their concerns.

Two of the citizens, Sicinius and Brutus, take advantage of the situation to try to advance their own political agendas. They manipulate the crowd by playing on their emotions and promising to address their grievances. They also criticize a popular military leader named Coriolanus, who they believe is too arrogant and out of touch with the needs of the people.

As the citizens become more agitated, Coriolanus enters the scene. He is initially greeted with cheers, but he quickly loses their support when he refuses to pander to their demands. Coriolanus is proud and disdainful of the common people, and he makes no effort to hide his contempt for them. He tells them that their complaints are baseless and that they should be grateful for the protection that he and his fellow soldiers provide.

The citizens become irate and start to throw stones at Coriolanus. He responds by threatening to kill them all, which only makes the situation worse. Eventually, Coriolanus is forced to flee the scene, and the citizens are left to ponder their next move. The scene ends with a sense of tension and uncertainty, as both sides are left wondering what will happen next.

TITUS LARTIUS, having set a guard upon Corioli, going with drum and trumpet toward COMINIUS and CAIUS MARCIUS, enters with Lieutenant, other Soldiers, and a Scout

So, let the ports be guarded: keep your duties,
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As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch
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Those centuries to our aid: the rest will serve
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For a short holding: if we lose the field,
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We cannot keep the town.
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Fear not our care, sir.
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Hence, and shut your gates upon's.
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Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.
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SCENE VIII. A field of battle.

Scene 8 of Act 1 takes place in a public square in Rome, where the citizens are gathered to discuss their grievances with the patricians. The citizens are angry with the patricians, who they believe are hoarding grain and causing a famine, while they themselves are suffering from hunger and poverty. The citizens are led by two tribunes, Sicinius and Brutus, who are trying to rally them against the patricians.

As the citizens are discussing their grievances, they are interrupted by the entrance of the patrician general, Coriolanus, who has just returned from a successful military campaign. The citizens are angry with Coriolanus, whom they blame for their suffering. Coriolanus, however, is contemptuous of the citizens, whom he sees as unworthy and cowardly.

When the tribunes accuse Coriolanus of being responsible for the famine, he responds with anger and defiance, refusing to apologize or show any remorse. The citizens become even more agitated, and the tribunes begin to incite them against Coriolanus. In the end, Coriolanus is forced to flee for his life, and the citizens are left to continue their struggle against the patricians.

Alarum as in battle. Enter, from opposite sides, MARCIUS and AUFIDIUS

I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
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Worse than a promise-breaker.
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We hate alike:
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Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
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More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.
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Let the first budger die the other's slave,
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And the gods doom him after!
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If I fly, Marcius,
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Holloa me like a hare.
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Within these three hours, Tullus,
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Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
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And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood
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Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
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Wrench up thy power to the highest.
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Wert thou the Hector
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That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
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Thou shouldst not scape me here.
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Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
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In your condemned seconds.
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SCENE IX. The Roman camp.

Scene 9 of Act 1 of Coriolanus takes place in the market place of Rome. The citizens are gathered around, angry and frustrated with the current state of affairs. They are complaining about the lack of grain and the high prices of food. In the midst of this chaos, Coriolanus enters, followed by his friends, the patricians. The citizens immediately turn on Coriolanus and begin to hurl insults at him. They accuse him of being a traitor and blame him for their plight.

Coriolanus is initially taken aback by the citizens' anger, but he soon becomes enraged himself. He begins to berate the citizens, calling them "you common cry of curs" and "you blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!" He tells them that they are not fit to govern themselves and that they should be grateful for the leadership of the patricians.

The citizens are further incensed by Coriolanus' words and begin to riot. They chase Coriolanus and his friends out of the market place and vow to seek revenge. This scene highlights the growing class divide in Rome and the tension between the patricians and the plebeians. It also shows Coriolanus' inability to connect with the common people and his disdain for their concerns.

Flourish. Alarum. A retreat is sounded. Flourish. Enter, from one side, COMINIUS with the Romans; from the other side, MARCIUS, with his arm in a scarf

If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
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Thou'ldst not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it
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Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles,
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Where great patricians shall attend and shrug,
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I' the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted,
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And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the
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dull tribunes,
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That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
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Shall say against their hearts 'We thank the gods
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Our Rome hath such a soldier.'
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Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast,
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Having fully dined before.
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Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power, from the pursuit

O general,
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Here is the steed, we the caparison:
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Hadst thou beheld--
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Pray now, no more: my mother,
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Who has a charter to extol her blood,
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When she does praise me grieves me. I have done
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As you have done; that's what I can; induced
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As you have been; that's for my country:
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He that has but effected his good will
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Hath overta'en mine act.
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You shall not be
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The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
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The value of her own: 'twere a concealment
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Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
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To hide your doings; and to silence that,
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Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd,
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Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you
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In sign of what you are, not to reward
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What you have done--before our army hear me.
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I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
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To hear themselves remember'd.
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Should they not,
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Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
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And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
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Whereof we have ta'en good and good store, of all
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The treasure in this field achieved and city,
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We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth,
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Before the common distribution, at
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Your only choice.
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I thank you, general;
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But cannot make my heart consent to take
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A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
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And stand upon my common part with those
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That have beheld the doing.
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A long flourish. They all cry 'Marcius! Marcius!' cast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and LARTIUS stand bare

May these same instruments, which you profane,
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Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall
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I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be
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Made all of false-faced soothing!
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When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk,
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Let him be made a coverture for the wars!
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No more, I say! For that I have not wash'd
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My nose that bled, or foil'd some debile wretch.--
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Which, without note, here's many else have done,--
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You shout me forth
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In acclamations hyperbolical;
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As if I loved my little should be dieted
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In praises sauced with lies.
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Too modest are you;
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More cruel to your good report than grateful
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To us that give you truly: by your patience,
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If 'gainst yourself you be incensed, we'll put you,
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Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles,
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Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known,
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As to us, to all the world, that Caius Marcius
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Wears this war's garland: in token of the which,
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My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
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With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
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For what he did before Corioli, call him,
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With all the applause and clamour of the host,
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The addition nobly ever!
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Flourish. Trumpets sound, and drums

Caius Marcius Coriolanus!
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I will go wash;
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And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
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Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.
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I mean to stride your steed, and at all times
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To undercrest your good addition
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To the fairness of my power.
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So, to our tent;
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Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
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To Rome of our success. You, Titus Lartius,
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Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
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The best, with whom we may articulate,
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For their own good and ours.
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I shall, my lord.
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The gods begin to mock me. I, that now
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Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg
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Of my lord general.
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Take't; 'tis yours. What is't?
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I sometime lay here in Corioli
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At a poor man's house; he used me kindly:
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He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;
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But then Aufidius was within my view,
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And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
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To give my poor host freedom.
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O, well begg'd!
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Were he the butcher of my son, he should
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Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
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Marcius, his name?
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By Jupiter! forgot.
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I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
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Have we no wine here?
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Go we to our tent:
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The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
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It should be look'd to: come.
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SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces.

In Scene 10 of Act 1, a group of Roman citizens are gathered in a public place, discussing their grievances with the government. They are angry because they are suffering from a famine and the government is not doing enough to help them. A man named Sicinius suggests that they should elect a new leader who will be more sympathetic to their needs.

Another citizen named Brutus agrees with Sicinius and says that the current leader, Coriolanus, is not fit to rule because he is arrogant and does not care about the common people. However, a third citizen named Menenius defends Coriolanus and argues that he is a great warrior who has fought for Rome many times.

The citizens are not convinced by Menenius' argument and continue to express their frustration with the government. They decide to take matters into their own hands and start a riot, shouting slogans and demanding food. Coriolanus appears on the scene and tries to calm them down, but his efforts are in vain and the citizens turn on him, accusing him of being a traitor and a tyrant.

Coriolanus responds angrily, calling the citizens "dogs" and threatening to crush them with his army. This only makes the situation worse, and the citizens become even more hostile towards him. In the end, Coriolanus is forced to flee for his life, while the citizens continue to riot and demand change.

A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, bloody, with two or three Soldiers

The town is ta'en!
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First Soldier
'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
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I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
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Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition!
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What good condition can a treaty find
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I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,
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I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me,
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And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
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As often as we eat. By the elements,
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If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
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He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation
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Hath not that honour in't it had; for where
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I thought to crush him in an equal force,
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True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way
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Or wrath or craft may get him.
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First Soldier
He's the devil.
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Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd
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With only suffering stain by him; for him
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Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary,
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Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,
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The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
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Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
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Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
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My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it
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At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
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Against the hospitable canon, would I
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Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city;
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Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must
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Be hostages for Rome.
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First Soldier
Will not you go?
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I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you--
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'Tis south the city mills--bring me word thither
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How the world goes, that to the pace of it
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I may spur on my journey.
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First Soldier
I shall, sir.
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Act II

Act 2 of Coriolanus follows the aftermath of the conflict between the plebeians and patricians in Rome. Volumnia, Coriolanus' mother, and Virgilia, his wife, wait for him to return home from battle. Once he arrives, they are relieved to see that he is unharmed. However, Coriolanus is not pleased with the plebeians and their demands for grain. He expresses his disdain for them and even calls them "scabs" and "curs."

Meanwhile, the tribunes of the people, Sicinius and Brutus, plot to turn the plebeians against Coriolanus. They spread rumors that he is planning to become a dictator and take control of Rome. They also encourage the plebeians to demand that Coriolanus show his wounds from battle as proof of his valor.

Coriolanus is angry at the accusations and refuses to show his wounds. He instead decides to run for consul, the highest office in Rome. However, he must first win the support of the plebeians. Volumnia and Menenius, Coriolanus' friend and mentor, try to convince him to apologize to the plebeians and win their favor. Coriolanus reluctantly agrees to do so, but when he is given the opportunity to speak to the plebeians, he cannot hide his contempt for them. He insults them again and is ultimately banished from Rome.

Act 2 of Coriolanus shows the growing tension between the plebeians and patricians in Rome. It also highlights the pride and stubbornness of Coriolanus, which ultimately leads to his downfall. The play explores themes of power, politics, and social class, and raises questions about the role of the individual in a society that values the collective.

SCENE I. Rome. A public place.

Scene 1 of Act 2 begins in Rome where the citizens are discussing their concerns about the ongoing food shortage. They are blaming the wealthy aristocrats for hoarding all the food and not distributing it fairly. The citizens are planning to confront their leaders and demand that they address the food crisis.

Meanwhile, the patricians are discussing the political situation. They are worried about Coriolanus, a successful general who is becoming increasingly popular among the people. They fear that he may use his influence to overthrow the government and establish a dictatorship. They also discuss the possibility of sending Coriolanus on a military mission to get him out of Rome.

Coriolanus enters the scene and is met with a warm welcome from the patricians. However, he is dismissive of their concerns about the food shortage and the growing discontent among the citizens. He insists that the people are ungrateful and do not appreciate the sacrifices that he and other soldiers have made for Rome.

When the citizens arrive to confront the patricians, Coriolanus is enraged and insults them, calling them "curs" and "dogs". He tells them that they are not fit to speak to their betters and that they should be grateful for the scraps that they receive. The citizens are outraged by his arrogance and they begin to riot.

Coriolanus is forced to flee the scene as the citizens chase after him. The patricians are left to deal with the aftermath of the riot and they realize that they need to find a way to control Coriolanus before he destroys Rome.

Enter MENENIUS with the two Tribunes of the people, SICINIUS and BRUTUS.

The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.
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Good or bad?
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Not according to the prayer of the people, for they
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love not Marcius.
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Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
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Pray you, who does the wolf love?
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The lamb.
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Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the
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noble Marcius.
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He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.
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He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
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are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.
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Well, sir.
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In what enormity is Marcius poor in, that you two
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have not in abundance?
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He's poor in no one fault, but stored with all.
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Especially in pride.
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And topping all others in boasting.
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This is strange now: do you two know how you are
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censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the
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right-hand file? do you?
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Why, how are we censured?
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Because you talk of pride now,--will you not be angry?
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Well, well, sir, well.
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Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of
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occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience:
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give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at
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your pleasures; at the least if you take it as a
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pleasure to you in being so. You blame Marcius for
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being proud?
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We do it not alone, sir.
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I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
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are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous
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single: your abilities are too infant-like for
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doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you
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could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,
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and make but an interior survey of your good selves!
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O that you could!
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What then, sir?
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Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,
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proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as
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any in Rome.
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Menenius, you are known well enough too.
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I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that
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loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying
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Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in
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favouring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-like
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upon too trivial motion; one that converses more
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with the buttock of the night than with the forehead
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of the morning: what I think I utter, and spend my
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malice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen as
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you are--I cannot call you Lycurguses--if the drink
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you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a
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crooked face at it. I can't say your worships have
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delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in
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compound with the major part of your syllables: and
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though I must be content to bear with those that say
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you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that
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tell you you have good faces. If you see this in
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the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known
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well enough too? what barm can your bisson
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conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be
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known well enough too?
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Come, sir, come, we know you well enough.
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You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You
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are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs: you
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wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a
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cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller;
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and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to a
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second day of audience. When you are hearing a
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matter between party and party, if you chance to be
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pinched with the colic, you make faces like
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mummers; set up the bloody flag against all
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patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot,
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dismiss the controversy bleeding the more entangled
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by your hearing: all the peace you make in their
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cause is, calling both the parties knaves. You are
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a pair of strange ones.
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Come, come, you are well understood to be a
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perfecter giber for the table than a necessary
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bencher in the Capitol.
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Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall
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encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When
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you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the
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wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not
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so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's
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cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-
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saddle. Yet you must be saying, Marcius is proud;
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who in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessors
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since Deucalion, though peradventure some of the
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best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to
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your worships: more of your conversation would
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infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly
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plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.
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How now, my as fair as noble ladies,--and the moon,
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were she earthly, no nobler,--whither do you follow
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your eyes so fast?
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Honourable Menenius, my boy Marcius approaches; for
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the love of Juno, let's go.
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Ha! Marcius coming home!
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Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
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Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
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Marcius coming home!
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Nay,'tis true.
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Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
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another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one
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at home for you.
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I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for
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Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw't.
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A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven
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years' health; in which time I will make a lip at
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the physician: the most sovereign prescription in
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Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative,
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of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he
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not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.
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O, no, no, no.
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O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
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So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
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victory in his pocket? the wounds become him.
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On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home
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with the oaken garland.
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Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
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Titus Lartius writes, they fought together, but
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Aufidius got off.
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And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that:
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an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so
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fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold
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that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?
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Good ladies, let's go. Yes, yes, yes; the senate
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has letters from the general, wherein he gives my
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son the whole name of the war: he hath in this
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action outdone his former deeds doubly
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In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.
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Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his
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true purchasing.
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The gods grant them true!
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True! pow, wow.
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True! I'll be sworn they are true.
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Where is he wounded?
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God save your good worships! Marcius is coming
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home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?
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I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be
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large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall
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stand for his place. He received in the repulse of
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Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.
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One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,--there's
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nine that I know.
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He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five
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wounds upon him.
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Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
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Hark! the trumpets.
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These are the ushers of Marcius: before him he
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carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears:
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Death, that dark spirit, in 's nervy arm doth lie;
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Which, being advanced, declines, and then men die.
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A sennet. Trumpets sound. Enter COMINIUS the general, and TITUS LARTIUS; between them, CORIOLANUS, crowned with an oaken garland; with Captains and Soldiers, and a Herald

Know, Rome, that all alone Marcius did fight
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Within Corioli gates: where he hath won,
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With fame, a name to Caius Marcius; these
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In honour follows Coriolanus.
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Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
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Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!
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No more of this; it does offend my heart:
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Pray now, no more.
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Look, sir, your mother!
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You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
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For my prosperity!
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Nay, my good soldier, up;
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My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
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By deed-achieving honour newly named,--
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What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?--
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But O, thy wife!
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My gracious silence, hail!
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Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,
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That weep'st to see me triumph? Ay, my dear,
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Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
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And mothers that lack sons.
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Now, the gods crown thee!
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And live you yet?
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O my sweet lady, pardon.
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I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
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And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all.
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A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep
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And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.
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A curse begin at very root on's heart,
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That is not glad to see thee! You are three
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That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,
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We have some old crab-trees here
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at home that will not
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Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:
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We call a nettle but a nettle and
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The faults of fools but folly.
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Ever right.
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Menenius ever, ever.
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Give way there, and go on!
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(To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA) Your hand, and yours:
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Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
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The good patricians must be visited;
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From whom I have received not only greetings,
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But with them change of honours.
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I have lived
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To see inherited my very wishes
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And the buildings of my fancy: only
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There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
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Our Rome will cast upon thee.
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Know, good mother,
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I had rather be their servant in my way,
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Than sway with them in theirs.
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On, to the Capitol!
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Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before. BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward

All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights
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Are spectacled to see him: your prattling nurse
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Into a rapture lets her baby cry
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While she chats him: the kitchen malkin pins
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Her richest lockram 'bout her reechy neck,
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Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,
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Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, and ridges horsed
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With variable complexions, all agreeing
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In earnestness to see him: seld-shown flamens
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Do press among the popular throngs and puff
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To win a vulgar station: or veil'd dames
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Commit the war of white and damask in
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Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil
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Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother
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As if that whatsoever god who leads him
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Were slily crept into his human powers
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And gave him graceful posture.
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On the sudden,
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I warrant him consul.
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Then our office may,
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During his power, go sleep.
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He cannot temperately transport his honours
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From where he should begin and end, but will
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Lose those he hath won.
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In that there's comfort.
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Doubt not
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The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
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Upon their ancient malice will forget
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With the least cause these his new honours, which
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That he will give them make I as little question
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As he is proud to do't.
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I heard him swear,
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Were he to stand for consul, never would he
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Appear i' the market-place nor on him put
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The napless vesture of humility;
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Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds
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To the people, beg their stinking breaths.
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'Tis right.
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It was his word: O, he would miss it rather
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Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him,
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And the desire of the nobles.
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I wish no better
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Than have him hold that purpose and to put it
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In execution.
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'Tis most like he will.
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It shall be to him then as our good wills,
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A sure destruction.
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So it must fall out
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To him or our authorities. For an end,
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We must suggest the people in what hatred
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He still hath held them; that to's power he would
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Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and
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Dispropertied their freedoms, holding them,
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In human action and capacity,
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Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
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Than camels in the war, who have their provand
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Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
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For sinking under them.
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This, as you say, suggested
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At some time when his soaring insolence
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Shall touch the people--which time shall not want,
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If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy
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As to set dogs on sheep--will be his fire
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To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
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Shall darken him for ever.
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Enter a Messenger

What's the matter?
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You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought
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That Marcius shall be consul:
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I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and
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The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves,
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Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,
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Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
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As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
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A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts:
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I never saw the like.
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Let's to the Capitol;
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And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
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But hearts for the event.
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Have with you.
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SCENE II. The same. The Capitol.

Scene 2 of Act 2 takes place in a public place in Rome. A group of citizens are discussing the current political situation in the city. They are angry with the patricians, the upper class, for not providing them with enough grain to make bread. They believe the patricians are hoarding the grain for themselves. They are also angry with the current consul, Menenius, for not doing enough to help them.

As they are talking, Coriolanus enters. He is a successful general who has just returned from a military campaign. The citizens are initially happy to see him and ask him to help them get more grain. However, Coriolanus is disdainful of the citizens and does not want to help them. He believes they are ungrateful and do not appreciate the sacrifices he has made for them in battle.

The citizens become angry with Coriolanus and start to insult him. Coriolanus responds by insulting them back and threatening violence. Menenius tries to calm everyone down, but Coriolanus is not interested in listening to him either. Eventually, Coriolanus storms off, leaving the citizens even more angry and frustrated than before.

This scene highlights the class tensions in Rome and the difficulty of governing a city with such stark inequalities. Coriolanus embodies the arrogance and disdain of the patrician class, while the citizens represent the anger and frustration of the plebeians. The play ultimately explores the question of whether these two groups can ever find common ground and work together for the good of the city.

Enter two Officers, to lay cushions

First Officer
Come, come, they are almost here. How many stand
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for consulships?
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Second Officer
Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one
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Coriolanus will carry it.
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First Officer
That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and
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loves not the common people.
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Second Officer
Faith, there had been many great men that have
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flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there
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be many that they have loved, they know not
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wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why,
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they hate upon no better a ground: therefore, for
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Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate
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him manifests the true knowledge he has in their
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disposition; and out of his noble carelessness lets
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them plainly see't.
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First Officer
If he did not care whether he had their love or no,
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he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither
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good nor harm: but he seeks their hate with greater
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devotion than can render it him; and leaves
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nothing undone that may fully discover him their
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opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and
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displeasure of the people is as bad as that which he
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dislikes, to flatter them for their love.
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Second Officer
He hath deserved worthily of his country: and his
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ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who,
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having been supple and courteous to the people,
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bonneted, without any further deed to have them at
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an into their estimation and report: but he hath so
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planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions
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in their hearts, that for their tongues to be
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silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of
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ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a
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malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck
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reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.
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First Officer
No more of him; he is a worthy man: make way, they
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are coming.
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A sennet. Enter, with actors before them, COMINIUS the consul, MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, Senators, SICINIUS and BRUTUS. The Senators take their places; the Tribunes take their Places by themselves. CORIOLANUS stands

Having determined of the Volsces and
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To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
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As the main point of this our after-meeting,
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To gratify his noble service that
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Hath thus stood for his country: therefore,
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please you,
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Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
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The present consul, and last general
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In our well-found successes, to report
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A little of that worthy work perform'd
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By Caius Marcius Coriolanus, whom
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We met here both to thank and to remember
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With honours like himself.
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First Senator
Speak, good Cominius:
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Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
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Rather our state's defective for requital
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Than we to stretch it out.
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Masters o' the people,
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We do request your kindest ears, and after,
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Your loving motion toward the common body,
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To yield what passes here.
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We are convented
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Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts
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Inclinable to honour and advance
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The theme of our assembly.
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Which the rather
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We shall be blest to do, if he remember
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A kinder value of the people than
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He hath hereto prized them at.
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That's off, that's off;
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I would you rather had been silent. Please you
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To hear Cominius speak?
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Most willingly;
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But yet my caution was more pertinent
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Than the rebuke you give it.
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He loves your people
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But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
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Worthy Cominius, speak.
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Nay, keep your place.
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First Senator
Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear
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What you have nobly done.
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Your horror's pardon:
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I had rather have my wounds to heal again
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Than hear say how I got them.
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Sir, I hope
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My words disbench'd you not.
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No, sir: yet oft,
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When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
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You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but
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your people,
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I love them as they weigh.
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Pray now, sit down.
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I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
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When the alarum were struck than idly sit
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To hear my nothings monster'd.
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Masters of the people,
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Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
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That's thousand to one good one--when you now see
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He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
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Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.
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I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
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Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
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That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
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Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
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The man I speak of cannot in the world
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Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,
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When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
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Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
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Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
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When with his Amazonian chin he drove
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The bristled lips before him: be bestrid
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An o'er-press'd Roman and i' the consul's view
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Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
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And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
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When he might act the woman in the scene,
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He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
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Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
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Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea,
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And in the brunt of seventeen battles since
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He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,
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Before and in Corioli, let me say,
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I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers;
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And by his rare example made the coward
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Turn terror into sport: as weeds before
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A vessel under sail, so men obey'd
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And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,
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Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
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He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
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Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd
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The mortal gate of the city, which he painted
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With shunless destiny; aidless came off,
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And with a sudden reinforcement struck
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Corioli like a planet: now all's his:
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When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce
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His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
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Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
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And to the battle came he; where he did
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Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
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'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd
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Both field and city ours, he never stood
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To ease his breast with panting.
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Worthy man!
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First Senator
He cannot but with measure fit the honours
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Which we devise him.
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Our spoils he kick'd at,
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And look'd upon things precious as they were
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The common muck of the world: he covets less
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Than misery itself would give; rewards
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His deeds with doing them, and is content
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To spend the time to end it.
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He's right noble:
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Let him be call'd for.
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First Senator
Call Coriolanus.
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He doth appear.
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The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
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To make thee consul.
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I do owe them still
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My life and services.
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It then remains
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That you do speak to the people.
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I do beseech you,
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Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
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Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
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For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
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That I may pass this doing.
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Sir, the people
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Must have their voices; neither will they bate
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One jot of ceremony.
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Put them not to't:
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Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
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Take to you, as your predecessors have,
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Your honour with your form.
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It is apart
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That I shall blush in acting, and might well
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Be taken from the people.
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Mark you that?
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To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
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Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
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As if I had received them for the hire
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Of their breath only!
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Do not stand upon't.
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We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
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Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul
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Wish we all joy and honour.
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To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
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Flourish of cornets. Exeunt all but SICINIUS and BRUTUS

You see how he intends to use the people.
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May they perceive's intent! He will require them,
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As if he did contemn what he requested
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Should be in them to give.
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Come, we'll inform them
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Of our proceedings here: on the marketplace,
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I know, they do attend us.
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SCENE III. The same. The Forum.

Scene 3 of Act 2 begins with Senators discussing the current state of Rome. They are worried about the growing power of the military leader, Coriolanus, who has been successful in his recent battles. The Senators fear that Coriolanus may become a tyrant and threaten the stability of the republic.

One Senator proposes that they offer Coriolanus the position of consul, which would give him some political power but also limit his authority. Another Senator suggests that they try to win over the common people, who Coriolanus has little respect for. They believe that if they can gain the support of the people, they can better control Coriolanus.

However, another Senator disagrees and argues that the people are fickle and easily swayed. He suggests that they should instead focus on strengthening the power of the Senate and limiting the power of the military. The Senators ultimately decide to send a delegation to Coriolanus to offer him the consulship and hope that he will accept it.

Meanwhile, Coriolanus meets with his mother, Volumnia, and his wife, Virgilia. Volumnia is proud of her son's military achievements and urges him to pursue political power. Coriolanus is hesitant and expresses his distaste for the common people. Virgilia pleads with him to be more compassionate and understanding towards the citizens of Rome.

When the delegation from the Senate arrives, they offer Coriolanus the position of consul. Coriolanus, however, is offended by the limitations placed on his authority and refuses the offer. He angrily criticizes the Senate and the people of Rome, which only confirms their fears that he may become a threat to the republic.

Enter seven or eight Citizens

First Citizen
Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him.
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Second Citizen
We may, sir, if we will.
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Third Citizen
We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a
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power that we have no power to do; for if he show us
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his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our
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tongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, if
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he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him
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our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is
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monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful,
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were to make a monster of the multitude: of the
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which we being members, should bring ourselves to be
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monstrous members.
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First Citizen
And to make us no better thought of, a little help
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will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
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himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.
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Third Citizen
We have been called so of many; not that our heads
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are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald,
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but that our wits are so diversely coloured: and
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truly I think if all our wits were to issue out of
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one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south,
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and their consent of one direct way should be at
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once to all the points o' the compass.
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Second Citizen
Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
Link: 2.3.23

Third Citizen
Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
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will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but
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if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward.
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Second Citizen
Why that way?
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Third Citizen
To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
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melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
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for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.
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Second Citizen
You are never without your tricks: you may, you may.
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Third Citizen
Are you all resolved to give your voices? But
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that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I
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say, if he would incline to the people, there was
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never a worthier man.
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Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his
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behavior. We are not to stay all together, but to
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come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and
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by threes. He's to make his requests by
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particulars; wherein every one of us has a single
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honour, in giving him our own voices with our own
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tongues: therefore follow me, and I direct you how
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you shall go by him.
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Content, content.
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Exeunt Citizens

O sir, you are not right: have you not known
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The worthiest men have done't?
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What must I say?
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'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring
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My tongue to such a pace:--'Look, sir, my wounds!
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I got them in my country's service, when
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Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran
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From the noise of our own drums.'
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O me, the gods!
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You must not speak of that: you must desire them
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To think upon you.
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Think upon me! hang 'em!
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I would they would forget me, like the virtues
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Which our divines lose by 'em.
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You'll mar all:
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I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
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In wholesome manner.
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Bid them wash their faces
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And keep their teeth clean.
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So, here comes a brace.
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You know the cause, air, of my standing here.
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Third Citizen
We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't.
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Mine own desert.
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Second Citizen
Your own desert!
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Ay, but not mine own desire.
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Third Citizen
How not your own desire?
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No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
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poor with begging.
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Third Citizen
You must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to
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gain by you.
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Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?
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First Citizen
The price is to ask it kindly.
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Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
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show you, which shall be yours in private. Your
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good voice, sir; what say you?
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Second Citizen
You shall ha' it, worthy sir.
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A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices
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begged. I have your alms: adieu.
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Third Citizen
But this is something odd.
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Second Citizen
An 'twere to give again,--but 'tis no matter.
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Exeunt the three Citizens

Re-enter two other Citizens

Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
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voices that I may be consul, I have here the
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customary gown.
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Fourth Citizen
You have deserved nobly of your country, and you
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have not deserved nobly.
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Your enigma?
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Fourth Citizen
You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have
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been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved
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the common people.
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You should account me the more virtuous that I have
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not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my
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sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer
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estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account
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gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is
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rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise
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the insinuating nod and be off to them most
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counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the
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bewitchment of some popular man and give it
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bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you,
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I may be consul.
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Fifth Citizen
We hope to find you our friend; and therefore give
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you our voices heartily.
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Fourth Citizen
You have received many wounds for your country.
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I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I
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will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.
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Both Citizens
The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!
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Most sweet voices!
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Better it is to die, better to starve,
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Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
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Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,
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To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
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Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:
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What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
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The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
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And mountainous error be too highly heapt
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For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,
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Let the high office and the honour go
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To one that would do thus. I am half through;
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The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.
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Here come more voices.
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Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
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Watch'd for your voices; for Your voices bear
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Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six
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I have seen and heard of; for your voices have
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Done many things, some less, some more your voices:
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Indeed I would be consul.
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Sixth Citizen
He has done nobly, and cannot go without any honest
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man's voice.
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Seventh Citizen
Therefore let him be consul: the gods give him joy,
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and make him good friend to the people!
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All Citizens
Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!
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Worthy voices!
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You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes
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Endue you with the people's voice: remains
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That, in the official marks invested, you
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Anon do meet the senate.
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Is this done?
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The custom of request you have discharged:
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The people do admit you, and are summon'd
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To meet anon, upon your approbation.
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Where? at the senate-house?
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There, Coriolanus.
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May I change these garments?
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You may, sir.
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That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
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Repair to the senate-house.
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I'll keep you company. Will you along?
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We stay here for the people.
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Fare you well.
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He has it now, and by his looks methink
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'Tis warm at 's heart.
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With a proud heart he wore his humble weeds.
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will you dismiss the people?
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Re-enter Citizens

How now, my masters! have you chose this man?
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First Citizen
He has our voices, sir.
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We pray the gods he may deserve your loves.
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Second Citizen
Amen, sir: to my poor unworthy notice,
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He mock'd us when he begg'd our voices.
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Third Citizen
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He flouted us downright.
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First Citizen
No,'tis his kind of speech: he did not mock us.
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Second Citizen
Not one amongst us, save yourself, but says
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He used us scornfully: he should have show'd us
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His marks of merit, wounds received for's country.
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Why, so he did, I am sure.
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No, no; no man saw 'em.
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Third Citizen
He said he had wounds, which he could show
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in private;
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And with his hat, thus waving it in scorn,
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'I would be consul,' says he: 'aged custom,
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But by your voices, will not so permit me;
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Your voices therefore.' When we granted that,
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Here was 'I thank you for your voices: thank you:
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Your most sweet voices: now you have left
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your voices,
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I have no further with you.' Was not this mockery?
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Why either were you ignorant to see't,
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Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness
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To yield your voices?
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Could you not have told him
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As you were lesson'd, when he had no power,
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But was a petty servant to the state,
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He was your enemy, ever spake against
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Your liberties and the charters that you bear
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I' the body of the weal; and now, arriving
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A place of potency and sway o' the state,
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If he should still malignantly remain
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Fast foe to the plebeii, your voices might
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Be curses to yourselves? You should have said
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That as his worthy deeds did claim no less
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Than what he stood for, so his gracious nature
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Would think upon you for your voices and
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Translate his malice towards you into love,
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Standing your friendly lord.
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Thus to have said,
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As you were fore-advised, had touch'd his spirit
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And tried his inclination; from him pluck'd
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Either his gracious promise, which you might,
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As cause had call'd you up, have held him to
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Or else it would have gall'd his surly nature,
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Which easily endures not article
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Tying him to aught; so putting him to rage,
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You should have ta'en the advantage of his choler
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And pass'd him unelected.
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Did you perceive
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He did solicit you in free contempt
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When he did need your loves, and do you think
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That his contempt shall not be bruising to you,
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When he hath power to crush? Why, had your bodies
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No heart among you? or had you tongues to cry
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Against the rectorship of judgment?
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Have you
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Ere now denied the asker? and now again
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Of him that did not ask, but mock, bestow
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Your sued-for tongues?
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Third Citizen
He's not confirm'd; we may deny him yet.
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Second Citizen
And will deny him:
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I'll have five hundred voices of that sound.
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First Citizen
I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.
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Get you hence instantly, and tell those friends,
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They have chose a consul that will from them take
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Their liberties; make them of no more voice
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Than dogs that are as often beat for barking
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As therefore kept to do so.
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Let them assemble,
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And on a safer judgment all revoke
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Your ignorant election; enforce his pride,
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And his old hate unto you; besides, forget not
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With what contempt he wore the humble weed,
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How in his suit he scorn'd you; but your loves,
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Thinking upon his services, took from you
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The apprehension of his present portance,
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Which most gibingly, ungravely, he did fashion
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After the inveterate hate he bears you.
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A fault on us, your tribunes; that we laboured,
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No impediment between, but that you must
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Cast your election on him.
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Say, you chose him
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More after our commandment than as guided
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By your own true affections, and that your minds,
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Preoccupied with what you rather must do
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Than what you should, made you against the grain
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To voice him consul: lay the fault on us.
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Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you.
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How youngly he began to serve his country,
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How long continued, and what stock he springs of,
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The noble house o' the Marcians, from whence came
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That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's son,
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Who, after great Hostilius, here was king;
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Of the same house Publius and Quintus were,
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That our beat water brought by conduits hither;
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And (Censorinus,) nobly named so,
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Twice being (by the people chosen) censor,
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Was his great ancestor.
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One thus descended,
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That hath beside well in his person wrought
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To be set high in place, we did commend
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To your remembrances: but you have found,
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Scaling his present bearing with his past,
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That he's your fixed enemy, and revoke
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Your sudden approbation.
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Say, you ne'er had done't--
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Harp on that still--but by our putting on;
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And presently, when you have drawn your number,
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Repair to the Capitol.
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We will so: almost all
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Repent in their election.
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Exeunt Citizens

Let them go on;
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This mutiny were better put in hazard,
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Than stay, past doubt, for greater:
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If, as his nature is, he fall in rage
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With their refusal, both observe and answer
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The vantage of his anger.
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To the Capitol, come:
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We will be there before the stream o' the people;
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And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,
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Which we have goaded onward.
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Act 3 of Coriolanus sees the main character, Caius Martius, now known as Coriolanus, return to Rome after his successful military campaign against the Volscians. He is greeted with a hero's welcome, but his pride and arrogance quickly become apparent as he insults the common people and refuses to show them respect. This behavior leads to a conflict with the tribunes, who represent the interests of the common people. They accuse Coriolanus of being a traitor to the people and seek to have him banished from Rome.

Coriolanus is outraged by this accusation and refuses to defend himself, instead choosing to insult the tribunes and the people of Rome even more. This only serves to make things worse and he is eventually banished from the city. This decision is a major blow to Coriolanus, who is deeply tied to his identity as a Roman soldier and leader.

After being banished, Coriolanus seeks refuge with his former enemy, the Volscian leader Aufidius. He is initially hesitant to accept Coriolanus but eventually agrees to join forces with him to attack Rome. This decision sets the stage for the final conflict of the play, where Coriolanus must choose between his loyalty to Rome and his desire for revenge against the city that banished him.

SCENE I. Rome. A street.

In Scene 1 of Act 3, two Roman tribunes, Sicinius Velutus and Junius Brutus, are discussing their dislike for the Roman general, Coriolanus. They believe that he is arrogant and does not respect the common people. They also blame him for the recent famine in Rome because he refused to distribute grain to the citizens.

Menenius Agrippa, a friend of Coriolanus, enters the scene and tries to defend him. He argues that Coriolanus is a great warrior who has fought for Rome and deserves respect. However, the tribunes are not convinced and accuse Coriolanus of being a traitor to the people.

Coriolanus then enters the scene and engages in a heated argument with the tribunes. He openly insults them and accuses them of being corrupt politicians who do not care about the welfare of Rome. The tribunes respond by accusing Coriolanus of being a tyrant who wants to rule over Rome like a dictator.

The argument becomes physical when Coriolanus threatens to kill the tribunes. Menenius tries to intervene and calm down the situation, but he is unable to stop Coriolanus from being banished from Rome.

The scene ends with Coriolanus leaving Rome and vowing to seek revenge against the city that has betrayed him. The tribunes are pleased with their victory, believing that they have saved Rome from a dangerous and power-hungry leader.

Cornets. Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, all the Gentry, COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators

Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
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He had, my lord; and that it was which caused
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Our swifter composition.
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So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
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Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
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Upon's again.
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They are worn, lord consul, so,
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That we shall hardly in our ages see
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Their banners wave again.
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Saw you Aufidius?
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On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse
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Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
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Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.
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Spoke he of me?
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He did, my lord.
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How? what?
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How often he had met you, sword to sword;
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That of all things upon the earth he hated
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Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes
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To hopeless restitution, so he might
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Be call'd your vanquisher.
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At Antium lives he?
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At Antium.
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I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
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To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
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Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,
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The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them;
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For they do prank them in authority,
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Against all noble sufferance.
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Pass no further.
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Ha! what is that?
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It will be dangerous to go on: no further.
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What makes this change?
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The matter?
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Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
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Cominius, no.
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Have I had children's voices?
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First Senator
Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
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The people are incensed against him.
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Or all will fall in broil.
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Are these your herd?
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Must these have voices, that can yield them now
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And straight disclaim their tongues? What are
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your offices?
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You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
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Have you not set them on?
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Be calm, be calm.
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It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
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To curb the will of the nobility:
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Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule
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Nor ever will be ruled.
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Call't not a plot:
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The people cry you mock'd them, and of late,
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When corn was given them gratis, you repined;
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Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them
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Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
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Why, this was known before.
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Not to them all.
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Have you inform'd them sithence?
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How! I inform them!
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You are like to do such business.
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Not unlike,
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Each way, to better yours.
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Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
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Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
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Your fellow tribune.
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You show too much of that
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For which the people stir: if you will pass
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To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,
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Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
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Or never be so noble as a consul,
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Nor yoke with him for tribune.
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Let's be calm.
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The people are abused; set on. This paltering
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Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
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Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
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I' the plain way of his merit.
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Tell me of corn!
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This was my speech, and I will speak't again--
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Not now, not now.
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First Senator
Not in this heat, sir, now.
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Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
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I crave their pardons:
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For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
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Regard me as I do not flatter, and
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Therein behold themselves: I say again,
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In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
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The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
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Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd,
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and scatter'd,
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By mingling them with us, the honour'd number,
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Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
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Which they have given to beggars.
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Well, no more.
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First Senator
No more words, we beseech you.
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How! no more!
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As for my country I have shed my blood,
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Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
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Coin words till their decay against those measles,
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Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought
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The very way to catch them.
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You speak o' the people,
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As if you were a god to punish, not
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A man of their infirmity.
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'Twere well
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We let the people know't.
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What, what? his choler?
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Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
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By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
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It is a mind
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That shall remain a poison where it is,
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Not poison any further.
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Shall remain!
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Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
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His absolute 'shall'?
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'Twas from the canon.
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O good but most unwise patricians! why,
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You grave but reckless senators, have you thus
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Given Hydra here to choose an officer,
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That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but
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The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit
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To say he'll turn your current in a ditch,
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And make your channel his? If he have power
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Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake
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Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd,
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Be not as common fools; if you are not,
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Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
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If they be senators: and they are no less,
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When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste
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Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate,
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And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,'
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His popular 'shall' against a graver bench
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Than ever frown in Greece. By Jove himself!
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It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches
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To know, when two authorities are up,
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Neither supreme, how soon confusion
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May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take
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The one by the other.
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Well, on to the market-place.
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Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
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The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
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Sometime in Greece,--
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Well, well, no more of that.
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Though there the people had more absolute power,
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I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
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The ruin of the state.
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Why, shall the people give
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One that speaks thus their voice?
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I'll give my reasons,
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More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
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Was not our recompense, resting well assured
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That ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war,
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Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,
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They would not thread the gates. This kind of service
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Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' the war
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Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd
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Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation
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Which they have often made against the senate,
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All cause unborn, could never be the motive
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Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
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How shall this bisson multitude digest
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The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
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What's like to be their words: 'we did request it;
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We are the greater poll, and in true fear
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They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase
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The nature of our seats and make the rabble
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Call our cares fears; which will in time
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Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in
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The crows to peck the eagles.
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Come, enough.
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Enough, with over-measure.
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No, take more:
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What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
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Seal what I end withal! This double worship,
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Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
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Insult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom,
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Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
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Of general ignorance,--it must omit
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Real necessities, and give way the while
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To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd,
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it follows,
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Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,--
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You that will be less fearful than discreet,
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That love the fundamental part of state
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More than you doubt the change on't, that prefer
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A noble life before a long, and wish
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To jump a body with a dangerous physic
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That's sure of death without it, at once pluck out
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The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick
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The sweet which is their poison: your dishonour
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Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state
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Of that integrity which should become't,
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Not having the power to do the good it would,
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For the in which doth control't.
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Has said enough.
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Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
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As traitors do.
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Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!
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What should the people do with these bald tribunes?
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On whom depending, their obedience fails
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To the greater bench: in a rebellion,
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When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,
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Then were they chosen: in a better hour,
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Let what is meet be said it must be meet,
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And throw their power i' the dust.
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Manifest treason!
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This a consul? no.
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The aediles, ho!
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Let him be apprehended.
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Go, call the people:
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in whose name myself
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Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,
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A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee,
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And follow to thine answer.
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Hence, old goat!
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Senators, C
We'll surety him.
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Aged sir, hands off.
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Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
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Out of thy garments.
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Help, ye citizens!
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Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with the AEdiles

On both sides more respect.
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Here's he that would take from you all your power.
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Seize him, AEdiles!
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Down with him! down with him!
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Senators, C
Weapons, weapons, weapons!
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'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!'
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'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!'
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'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!'
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What is about to be? I am out of breath;
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Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
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To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
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Speak, good Sicinius.
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Hear me, people; peace!
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Let's hear our tribune: peace Speak, speak, speak.
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You are at point to lose your liberties:
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Marcius would have all from you; Marcius,
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Whom late you have named for consul.
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Fie, fie, fie!
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This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
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First Senator
To unbuild the city and to lay all flat.
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What is the city but the people?
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The people are the city.
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By the consent of all, we were establish'd
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The people's magistrates.
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You so remain.
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And so are like to do.
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That is the way to lay the city flat;
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To bring the roof to the foundation,
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And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
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In heaps and piles of ruin.
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This deserves death.
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Or let us stand to our authority,
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Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,
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Upon the part o' the people, in whose power
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We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
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Of present death.
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Therefore lay hold of him;
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Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence
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Into destruction cast him.
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AEdiles, seize him!
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Yield, Marcius, yield!
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Hear me one word;
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Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
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Peace, peace!
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(To BRUTUS) Be that you seem, truly your
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country's friend,
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And temperately proceed to what you would
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Thus violently redress.
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Sir, those cold ways,
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That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
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Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
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And bear him to the rock.
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No, I'll die here.
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There's some among you have beheld me fighting:
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Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
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Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
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Lay hands upon him.
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Help Marcius, help,
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You that be noble; help him, young and old!
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Down with him, down with him!
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In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the AEdiles, and the People, are beat in

Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
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All will be naught else.
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Second Senator
Get you gone.
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Stand fast;
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We have as many friends as enemies.
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Sham it be put to that?
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First Senator
The gods forbid!
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I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
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Leave us to cure this cause.
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For 'tis a sore upon us,
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You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
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Come, sir, along with us.
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I would they were barbarians--as they are,
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Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not,
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Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol--
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Be gone;
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Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
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One time will owe another.
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On fair ground
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I could beat forty of them.
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I could myself
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Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
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two tribunes:
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But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
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And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
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Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
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Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
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Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
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What they are used to bear.
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Pray you, be gone:
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I'll try whether my old wit be in request
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With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
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With cloth of any colour.
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Nay, come away.
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Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, and others

A Patrician
This man has marr'd his fortune.
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His nature is too noble for the world:
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He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
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Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
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What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
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And, being angry, does forget that ever
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He heard the name of death.
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Here's goodly work!
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Second Patrician
I would they were abed!
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I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
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Could he not speak 'em fair?
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Re-enter BRUTUS and SICINIUS, with the rabble

Where is this viper
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That would depopulate the city and
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Be every man himself?
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You worthy tribunes,--
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He shall be thrown down the Tarpeian rock
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With rigorous hands: he hath resisted law,
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And therefore law shall scorn him further trial
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Than the severity of the public power
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Which he so sets at nought.
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First Citizen
He shall well know
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The noble tribunes are the people's mouths,
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And we their hands.
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He shall, sure on't.
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Sir, sir,--
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Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
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With modest warrant.
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Sir, how comes't that you
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Have holp to make this rescue?
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Hear me speak:
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As I do know the consul's worthiness,
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So can I name his faults,--
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Consul! what consul?
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The consul Coriolanus.
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He consul!
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No, no, no, no, no.
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If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,
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I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;
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The which shall turn you to no further harm
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Than so much loss of time.
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Speak briefly then;
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For we are peremptory to dispatch
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This viperous traitor: to eject him hence
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Were but one danger, and to keep him here
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Our certain death: therefore it is decreed
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He dies to-night.
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Now the good gods forbid
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That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
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Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
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In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
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Should now eat up her own!
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He's a disease that must be cut away.
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O, he's a limb that has but a disease;
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Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
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What has he done to Rome that's worthy death?
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Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost--
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Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
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By many an ounce--he dropp'd it for his country;
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And what is left, to lose it by his country,
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Were to us all, that do't and suffer it,
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A brand to the end o' the world.
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This is clean kam.
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Merely awry: when he did love his country,
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It honour'd him.
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The service of the foot
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Being once gangrened, is not then respected
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For what before it was.
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We'll hear no more.
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Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
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Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
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Spread further.
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One word more, one word.
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This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
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The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late
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Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process;
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Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
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And sack great Rome with Romans.
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If it were so,--
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What do ye talk?
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Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
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Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.
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Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars
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Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd
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In bolted language; meal and bran together
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He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
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I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
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Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,
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In peace, to his utmost peril.
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First Senator
Noble tribunes,
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It is the humane way: the other course
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Will prove too bloody, and the end of it
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Unknown to the beginning.
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Noble Menenius,
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Be you then as the people's officer.
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Masters, lay down your weapons.
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Go not home.
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Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there:
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Where, if you bring not Marcius, we'll proceed
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In our first way.
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I'll bring him to you.
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Let me desire your company: he must come,
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Or what is worst will follow.
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First Senator
Pray you, let's to him.
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SCENE II. A room in CORIOLANUS'S house.

Scene 2 of Act 3 of Coriolanus depicts a heated exchange between the Roman general, Coriolanus, and the Roman tribunes, Brutus and Sicinius. The tribunes accuse Coriolanus of being proud and refusing to show humility towards the people of Rome, who he believes are beneath him. They also accuse him of withholding grain from the citizens during a time of famine.

Coriolanus responds with anger and disdain towards the tribunes, calling them "knaves" and "cankers" who are only interested in their own power and not the welfare of Rome. He refuses to apologize or show humility to the citizens, claiming that they are unworthy of his respect.

The tribunes then use their authority to banish Coriolanus from Rome, declaring him a traitor to the state. Coriolanus, in turn, declares his hatred for Rome and vows to seek revenge against the city that has shamed him.

The scene ends with Coriolanus leaving Rome, a man consumed by anger and resentment towards the city that he had once served with honor and loyalty.

Enter CORIOLANUS with Patricians

Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
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Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels,
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Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
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That the precipitation might down stretch
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Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
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Be thus to them.
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A Patrician
You do the nobler.
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I muse my mother
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Does not approve me further, who was wont
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To call them woollen vassals, things created
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To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
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In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
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When one but of my ordinance stood up
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To speak of peace or war.
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I talk of you:
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Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
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False to my nature? Rather say I play
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The man I am.
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O, sir, sir, sir,
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I would have had you put your power well on,
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Before you had worn it out.
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Let go.
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You might have been enough the man you are,
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With striving less to be so; lesser had been
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The thwartings of your dispositions, if
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You had not show'd them how ye were disposed
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Ere they lack'd power to cross you.
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Let them hang.
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A Patrician
Ay, and burn too.
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Enter MENENIUS and Senators

Come, come, you have been too rough, something
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too rough;
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You must return and mend it.
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First Senator
There's no remedy;
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Unless, by not so doing, our good city
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Cleave in the midst, and perish.
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Pray, be counsell'd:
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I have a heart as little apt as yours,
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But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
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To better vantage.
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Well said, noble woman?
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Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
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The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic
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For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
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Which I can scarcely bear.
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What must I do?
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Return to the tribunes.
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Well, what then? what then?
Link: 3.2.47

Repent what you have spoke.
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For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
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Must I then do't to them?
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You are too absolute;
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Though therein you can never be too noble,
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But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
Link: 3.2.53
Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,
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I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
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In peace what each of them by the other lose,
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That they combine not there.
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Tush, tush!
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A good demand.
Link: 3.2.59

If it be honour in your wars to seem
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The same you are not, which, for your best ends,
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You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,
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That it shall hold companionship in peace
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With honour, as in war, since that to both
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It stands in like request?
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Why force you this?
Link: 3.2.66

Because that now it lies you on to speak
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To the people; not by your own instruction,
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Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
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But with such words that are but rooted in
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Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables
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Of no allowance to your bosom's truth.
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Now, this no more dishonours you at all
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Than to take in a town with gentle words,
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Which else would put you to your fortune and
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The hazard of much blood.
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I would dissemble with my nature where
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My fortunes and my friends at stake required
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I should do so in honour: I am in this,
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Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
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And you will rather show our general louts
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How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em,
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For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
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Of what that want might ruin.
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Noble lady!
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Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
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Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
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Of what is past.
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I prithee now, my son,
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Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
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And thus far having stretch'd it--here be with them--
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Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business
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Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
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More learned than the ears--waving thy head,
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Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
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Now humble as the ripest mulberry
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That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
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Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
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Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
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Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
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In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
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Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
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As thou hast power and person.
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This but done,
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Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
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For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
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As words to little purpose.
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Prithee now,
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Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
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Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
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Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.
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I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit
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You make strong party, or defend yourself
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By calmness or by absence: all's in anger.
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Only fair speech.
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I think 'twill serve, if he
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Can thereto frame his spirit.
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He must, and will
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Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.
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Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
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Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
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A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't:
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Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
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This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it
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And throw't against the wind. To the market-place!
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You have put me now to such a part which never
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I shall discharge to the life.
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Come, come, we'll prompt you.
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I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
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My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
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To have my praise for this, perform a part
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Thou hast not done before.
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Well, I must do't:
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Away, my disposition, and possess me
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Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd,
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Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
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Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
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That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
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Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up
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The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue
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Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
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Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
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That hath received an alms! I will not do't,
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Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
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And by my body's action teach my mind
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A most inherent baseness.
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At thy choice, then:
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To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
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Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
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Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
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Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
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With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
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Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me,
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But owe thy pride thyself.
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Pray, be content:
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Mother, I am going to the market-place;
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Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,
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Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
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Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
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Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul;
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Or never trust to what my tongue can do
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I' the way of flattery further.
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Do your will.
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Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
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To answer mildly; for they are prepared
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With accusations, as I hear, more strong
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Than are upon you yet.
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The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
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Let them accuse me by invention, I
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Will answer in mine honour.
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Ay, but mildly.
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Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
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SCENE III. The same. The Forum.

In Scene 3 of Act 3, a group of Roman citizens gather to discuss their grievances with the military leader Coriolanus. They are angry with him for not showing them respect and for treating them poorly. They feel that he is not fit to lead and that he does not care about their needs. They decide to send representatives to speak with him and demand that he show them more consideration.

When the representatives meet with Coriolanus, he is dismissive of their concerns and refuses to listen to them. He tells them that they are not capable of understanding the complexities of war and that they should leave military matters to the professionals. The citizens are outraged by his arrogance and refuse to back down.

Coriolanus becomes increasingly frustrated with the citizens and begins to insult them, calling them "dogs" and "curs". He tells them that they are unworthy of his respect and that they should be grateful for the protection that he has provided them. The citizens are furious and begin to shout at him, calling him a traitor and a tyrant.

As the confrontation escalates, Coriolanus becomes more and more angry and threatens to use force against the citizens. The representatives plead with him to listen to their demands and to show them some respect, but he refuses to back down. The scene ends with the citizens and Coriolanus at a stalemate, with neither side willing to compromise.


In this point charge him home, that he affects
Link: 3.3.1
Tyrannical power: if he evade us there,
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Enforce him with his envy to the people,
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And that the spoil got on the Antiates
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Was ne'er distributed.
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What, will he come?
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He's coming.
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How accompanied?
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With old Menenius, and those senators
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That always favour'd him.
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Have you a catalogue
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Of all the voices that we have procured
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Set down by the poll?
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I have; 'tis ready.
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Have you collected them by tribes?
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I have.
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Assemble presently the people hither;
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And when they bear me say 'It shall be so
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I' the right and strength o' the commons,' be it either
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For death, for fine, or banishment, then let them
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If I say fine, cry 'Fine;' if death, cry 'Death.'
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Insisting on the old prerogative
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And power i' the truth o' the cause.
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I shall inform them.
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And when such time they have begun to cry,
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Let them not cease, but with a din confused
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Enforce the present execution
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Of what we chance to sentence.
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Very well.
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Make them be strong and ready for this hint,
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When we shall hap to give 't them.
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Go about it.
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Put him to choler straight: he hath been used
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Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
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Of contradiction: being once chafed, he cannot
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Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks
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What's in his heart; and that is there which looks
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With us to break his neck.
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Well, here he comes.
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Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, and COMINIUS, with Senators and Patricians

Calmly, I do beseech you.
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Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece
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Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods
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Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
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Supplied with worthy men! plant love among 's!
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Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
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And not our streets with war!
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First Senator
Amen, amen.
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A noble wish.
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Re-enter AEdile, with Citizens

Draw near, ye people.
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List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!
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First, hear me speak.
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Both Tribunes
Well, say. Peace, ho!
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Shall I be charged no further than this present?
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Must all determine here?
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I do demand,
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If you submit you to the people's voices,
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Allow their officers and are content
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To suffer lawful censure for such faults
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As shall be proved upon you?
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I am content.
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Lo, citizens, he says he is content:
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The warlike service he has done, consider; think
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Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
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Like graves i' the holy churchyard.
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Scratches with briers,
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Scars to move laughter only.
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Consider further,
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That when he speaks not like a citizen,
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You find him like a soldier: do not take
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His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
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But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
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Rather than envy you.
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Well, well, no more.
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What is the matter
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That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
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I am so dishonour'd that the very hour
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You take it off again?
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Answer to us.
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Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
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We charge you, that you have contrived to take
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From Rome all season'd office and to wind
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Yourself into a power tyrannical;
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For which you are a traitor to the people.
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How! traitor!
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Nay, temperately; your promise.
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The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people!
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Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!
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Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
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In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in
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Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
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'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free
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As I do pray the gods.
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Mark you this, people?
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To the rock, to the rock with him!
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We need not put new matter to his charge:
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What you have seen him do and heard him speak,
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Beating your officers, cursing yourselves,
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Opposing laws with strokes and here defying
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Those whose great power must try him; even this,
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So criminal and in such capital kind,
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Deserves the extremest death.
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But since he hath
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Served well for Rome,--
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What do you prate of service?
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I talk of that, that know it.
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Is this the promise that you made your mother?
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Know, I pray you,--
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I know no further:
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Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
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Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger
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But with a grain a day, I would not buy
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Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
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Nor cheque my courage for what they can give,
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To have't with saying 'Good morrow.'
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For that he has,
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As much as in him lies, from time to time
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Envied against the people, seeking means
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To pluck away their power, as now at last
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Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence
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Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers
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That do distribute it; in the name o' the people
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And in the power of us the tribunes, we,
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Even from this instant, banish him our city,
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In peril of precipitation
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From off the rock Tarpeian never more
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To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name,
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I say it shall be so.
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It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:
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He's banish'd, and it shall be so.
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Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,--
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He's sentenced; no more hearing.
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Let me speak:
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I have been consul, and can show for Rome
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Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love
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My country's good with a respect more tender,
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More holy and profound, than mine own life,
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My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
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And treasure of my loins; then if I would
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Speak that,--
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We know your drift: speak what?
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There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd,
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As enemy to the people and his country:
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It shall be so.
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It shall be so, it shall be so.
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You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
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As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
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As the dead carcasses of unburied men
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That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
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And here remain with your uncertainty!
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Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
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Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
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Fan you into despair! Have the power still
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To banish your defenders; till at length
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Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
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Making not reservation of yourselves,
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Still your own foes, deliver you as most
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Abated captives to some nation
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That won you without blows! Despising,
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For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
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There is a world elsewhere.
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Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators, and Patricians

The people's enemy is gone, is gone!
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Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!
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Shouting, and throwing up their caps

Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,
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As he hath followed you, with all despite;
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Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard
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Attend us through the city.
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Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come.
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The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.
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Act IV

Act 4 of Coriolanus is a pivotal moment in the play where the title character, Caius Martius, is banished from Rome for his perceived arrogance and disdain for the common people. This act begins with Caius Martius' mother, Volumnia, and his wife, Virgilia, pleading with him to be more humble and show compassion towards the people of Rome. However, Caius Martius remains steadfast in his belief that the common people are unworthy of his respect and that he would rather die than beg for their forgiveness.

As the scene progresses, we see Caius Martius confront the Roman senators who have gathered to determine his fate. Despite their attempts to reason with him, Caius Martius remains defiant and refuses to apologize for his actions. This leads to his eventual banishment from Rome, with Caius Martius declaring that he will seek revenge against the city that has turned its back on him.

The scene ends with Caius Martius leaving Rome and vowing to join forces with Rome's enemies, the Volscians, in order to exact his revenge. This sets the stage for the final act of the play, where we see Caius Martius leading the Volscian army against Rome in a brutal battle that ultimately leads to his own demise.

SCENE I. Rome. Before a gate of the city.

In Scene 1 of Act 4, a group of Roman citizens are gathered in the marketplace discussing the state of their city. They are angry and frustrated with the current government, feeling that they are not being heard or represented properly. They discuss the recent actions of Coriolanus, a powerful and respected Roman general, who they believe is working against their interests.

As they talk, Menenius, a friend of Coriolanus, enters and tries to calm them down. He argues that Coriolanus is not their enemy and that he has always fought for Rome's best interests. However, the citizens are not convinced and demand that Coriolanus come and speak to them directly.

Coriolanus eventually arrives and is met with a hostile reception. The citizens accuse him of being arrogant and uncaring, and demand that he show them some respect. Coriolanus responds angrily, calling them "dogs" and insulting their intelligence.

As tensions rise, Coriolanus is eventually driven from the marketplace. The citizens are left feeling more frustrated than ever, and are determined to take action against Coriolanus and the government that supports him.


Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
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With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,
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Where is your ancient courage? you were used
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To say extremity was the trier of spirits;
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That common chances common men could bear;
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That when the sea was calm all boats alike
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Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows,
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When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
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A noble cunning: you were used to load me
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With precepts that would make invincible
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The heart that conn'd them.
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O heavens! O heavens!
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Nay! prithee, woman,--
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Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
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And occupations perish!
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What, what, what!
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I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother.
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Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
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If you had been the wife of Hercules,
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Six of his labours you'ld have done, and saved
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Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
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Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother:
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I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
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Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
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And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
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I have seen thee stem, and thou hast oft beheld
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Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women
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'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
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As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well
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My hazards still have been your solace: and
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Believe't not lightly--though I go alone,
Link: 4.1.31
Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
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Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen--your son
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Will or exceed the common or be caught
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With cautelous baits and practise.
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My first son.
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Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
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With thee awhile: determine on some course,
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More than a wild exposture to each chance
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That starts i' the way before thee.
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O the gods!
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I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
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Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us
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And we of thee: so if the time thrust forth
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A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
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O'er the vast world to seek a single man,
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And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
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I' the absence of the needer.
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Fare ye well:
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Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
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Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
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That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate.
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Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
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My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,
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Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
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While I remain above the ground, you shall
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Hear from me still, and never of me aught
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But what is like me formerly.
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That's worthily
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As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep.
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If I could shake off but one seven years
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From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
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I'ld with thee every foot.
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Give me thy hand: Come.
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SCENE II. The same. A street near the gate.

Scene 2 of Act 4 of Coriolanus is a critical moment in the play. The scene features a confrontation between the protagonist Coriolanus and his mother Volumnia, who has come to plead with him to end his campaign against Rome. Coriolanus is torn between his loyalty to his mother and his desire for revenge against the city that has banished him.

Volumnia makes an emotional appeal to her son, reminding him of his duty to his family and his country. She argues that his desire for revenge is misguided and that he should instead seek reconciliation with Rome. Coriolanus is initially resistant to her arguments, insisting that he will not back down and that he will continue to fight. However, as the scene progresses, he begins to soften, and his resolve begins to waver.

As the conversation continues, Volumnia becomes increasingly desperate, using every argument at her disposal to convince her son to end his campaign. She even goes so far as to offer herself as a sacrifice, saying that she would rather die than see her son continue down this path of destruction.

In the end, Coriolanus relents, agreeing to meet with the Roman leaders and negotiate a peace settlement. The scene is a powerful moment of emotional conflict, as Coriolanus is forced to choose between his loyalty to his family and his desire for revenge. It is a pivotal moment in the play, setting the stage for the final act and the eventual resolution of the conflict between Coriolanus and Rome.

Enter SICINIUS, BRUTUS, and an AEdile

Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further.
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The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided
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In his behalf.
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Now we have shown our power,
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Let us seem humbler after it is done
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Than when it was a-doing.
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Bid them home:
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Say their great enemy is gone, and they
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Stand in their ancient strength.
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Dismiss them home.
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Here comes his mother.
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Let's not meet her.
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They say she's mad.
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They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.
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O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
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Requite your love!
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Peace, peace; be not so loud.
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If that I could for weeping, you should hear,--
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Nay, and you shall hear some.
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Will you be gone?
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(To SICINIUS) You shall stay too: I would I had the power
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To say so to my husband.
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Are you mankind?
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Ay, fool; is that a shame? Note but this fool.
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Was not a man my father? Hadst thou foxship
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To banish him that struck more blows for Rome
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Than thou hast spoken words?
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O blessed heavens!
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More noble blows than ever thou wise words;
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And for Rome's good. I'll tell thee what; yet go:
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Nay, but thou shalt stay too: I would my son
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Were in Arabia, and thy tribe before him,
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His good sword in his hand.
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What then?
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What then!
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He'ld make an end of thy posterity.
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Bastards and all.
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Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!
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Come, come, peace.
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I would he had continued to his country
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As he began, and not unknit himself
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The noble knot he made.
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I would he had.
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'I would he had'! 'Twas you incensed the rabble:
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Cats, that can judge as fitly of his worth
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As I can of those mysteries which heaven
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Will not have earth to know.
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Pray, let us go.
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Now, pray, sir, get you gone:
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You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:--
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As far as doth the Capitol exceed
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The meanest house in Rome, so far my son--
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This lady's husband here, this, do you see--
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Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.
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Well, well, we'll leave you.
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Why stay we to be baited
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With one that wants her wits?
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Take my prayers with you.
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I would the gods had nothing else to do
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But to confirm my curses! Could I meet 'em
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But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
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Of what lies heavy to't.
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You have told them home;
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And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
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Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
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And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go:
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Leave this faint puling and lament as I do,
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In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.
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Fie, fie, fie!
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SCENE III. A highway between Rome and Antium.

Scene 3 of Act 4 of Coriolanus takes place in the Volscian camp, where Aufidius expresses his anger towards Coriolanus for his recent betrayal. Aufidius believes that Coriolanus has become too proud and arrogant and is no longer the man he used to be. He speaks with his lieutenant, who tries to calm him down and reminds him of all that they have accomplished together. The lieutenant also warns Aufidius that he should be careful, as Coriolanus is a dangerous man and may seek revenge against them.

Despite his lieutenant's warning, Aufidius decides to confront Coriolanus and challenges him to a duel. Coriolanus accepts the challenge, and the two men fight fiercely. However, Coriolanus is eventually defeated and forced to flee. Aufidius orders his soldiers to pursue and kill Coriolanus, but he is stopped by his lieutenant, who reminds him that they should not kill such a great warrior. Aufidius agrees and decides to spare Coriolanus, but warns him never to return to their land again.

As Coriolanus leaves the Volscian camp, he is filled with rage and bitterness towards Aufidius and the people of Rome. He vows to seek revenge against them and to destroy the city that he once called home. However, he also feels a sense of sadness and regret, as he realizes that he has lost everything that he once held dear. He is now a man without a country, without friends, and without a purpose.

Enter a Roman and a Volsce, meeting

I know you well, sir, and you know
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me: your name, I think, is Adrian.
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It is so, sir: truly, I have forgot you.
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I am a Roman; and my services are,
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as you are, against 'em: know you me yet?
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Nicanor? no.
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The same, sir.
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You had more beard when I last saw you; but your
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favour is well approved by your tongue. What's the
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news in Rome? I have a note from the Volscian state,
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to find you out there: you have well saved me a
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day's journey.
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There hath been in Rome strange insurrections; the
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people against the senators, patricians, and nobles.
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Hath been! is it ended, then? Our state thinks not
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so: they are in a most warlike preparation, and
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hope to come upon them in the heat of their division.
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The main blaze of it is past, but a small thing
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would make it flame again: for the nobles receive
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so to heart the banishment of that worthy
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Coriolanus, that they are in a ripe aptness to take
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all power from the people and to pluck from them
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their tribunes for ever. This lies glowing, I can
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tell you, and is almost mature for the violent
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breaking out.
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Coriolanus banished!
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Banished, sir.
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You will be welcome with this intelligence, Nicanor.
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The day serves well for them now. I have heard it
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said, the fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is
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when she's fallen out with her husband. Your noble
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Tullus Aufidius will appear well in these wars, his
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great opposer, Coriolanus, being now in no request
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of his country.
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He cannot choose. I am most fortunate, thus
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accidentally to encounter you: you have ended my
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business, and I will merrily accompany you home.
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I shall, between this and supper, tell you most
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strange things from Rome; all tending to the good of
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their adversaries. Have you an army ready, say you?
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A most royal one; the centurions and their charges,
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distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment,
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and to be on foot at an hour's warning.
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I am joyful to hear of their readiness, and am the
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man, I think, that shall set them in present action.
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So, sir, heartily well met, and most glad of your company.
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You take my part from me, sir; I have the most cause
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to be glad of yours.
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Well, let us go together.
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SCENE IV. Antium. Before Aufidius's house.

Scene 4 of Act 4 begins with Volumnia, Virgilia, and Valeria discussing Coriolanus' fate. Volumnia is confident that her son will not give in to the pleas of the Roman citizens and will instead continue his quest for power. Valeria disagrees, stating that she fears for his safety.

As they speak, Coriolanus enters the room. Volumnia attempts to convince him to change his mind and make peace with Rome, but he remains steadfast in his beliefs. He declares that he would rather die than betray his principles.

Coriolanus' friends, Menenius and Cominius, arrive and try to reason with him, but he refuses to listen. He tells them that he will not back down, even if it means going to war against Rome.

As the conversation becomes more heated, Volumnia makes a bold move. She kneels before her son and begs him to spare Rome. Coriolanus is torn between his loyalty to his mother and his desire for power, but ultimately he relents. He agrees to make peace with Rome and end the conflict.

The scene ends with Coriolanus embracing his mother, grateful for her intervention. However, the audience is left to wonder if his change of heart is genuine or simply a political ploy.

Enter CORIOLANUS in mean apparel, disguised and muffled

A goodly city is this Antium. City,
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'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
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Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
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Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not,
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Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
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In puny battle slay me.
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Save you, sir.
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And you.
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Direct me, if it be your will,
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Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
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He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
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At his house this night.
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Which is his house, beseech you?
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This, here before you.
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Thank you, sir: farewell.
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O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
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Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
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Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,
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Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
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Unseparable, shall within this hour,
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On a dissension of a doit, break out
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To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
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Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
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To take the one the other, by some chance,
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Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends
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And interjoin their issues. So with me:
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My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
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This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,
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He does fair justice; if he give me way,
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I'll do his country service.
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SCENE V. The same. A hall in Aufidius's house.

In Scene 5 of Act 4, two influential Roman senators, Cominius and Menenius, pay a visit to Coriolanus, who is now in the camp of his former enemy, Aufidius. They try to convince him to end his rebellion against Rome and make peace. Coriolanus is initially angry and dismissive of their attempts, but eventually agrees to meet with the Roman senators.

At the meeting, Coriolanus is confronted by his mother, Volumnia, who begs him to spare Rome and make peace. Coriolanus is torn between his loyalty to Rome and his desire for revenge against those who have wronged him. He ultimately decides to continue with his rebellion, despite the pleas of his mother and the Roman senators.

Coriolanus' decision angers the Roman senators, who declare him a traitor and order his execution. Aufidius, who had been using Coriolanus as a pawn in his own quest for power, realizes that he has lost control of the situation and tries to convince Coriolanus to flee with him. However, Coriolanus refuses and instead urges Aufidius to kill him, which he does.

Music within. Enter a Servingman

First Servingman
Wine, wine, wine! What service
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is here! I think our fellows are asleep.
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Enter a second Servingman

Second Servingman
Where's Cotus? my master calls
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for him. Cotus!
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A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
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Appear not like a guest.
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Re-enter the first Servingman

First Servingman
What would you have, friend? whence are you?
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Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.
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I have deserved no better entertainment,
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In being Coriolanus.
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Re-enter second Servingman

Second Servingman
Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
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head; that he gives entrance to such companions?
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Pray, get you out.
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Second Servingman
Away! get you away.
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Now thou'rt troublesome.
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Second Servingman
Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.
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Enter a third Servingman. The first meets him

Third Servingman
What fellow's this?
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First Servingman
A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him
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out of the house: prithee, call my master to him.
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Third Servingman
What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid
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the house.
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Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.
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Third Servingman
What are you?
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A gentleman.
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Third Servingman
A marvellous poor one.
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True, so I am.
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Third Servingman
Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other
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station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.
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Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
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Pushes him away

Third Servingman
What, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a
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strange guest he has here.
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Second Servingman
And I shall.
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Third Servingman
Where dwellest thou?
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Under the canopy.
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Third Servingman
Under the canopy!
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Third Servingman
Where's that?
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I' the city of kites and crows.
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Third Servingman
I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!
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Then thou dwellest with daws too?
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No, I serve not thy master.
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Third Servingman
How, sir! do you meddle with my master?
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Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
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mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy
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trencher, hence!
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Beats him away. Exit third Servingman

Enter AUFIDIUS with the second Servingman

Where is this fellow?
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Second Servingman
Here, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for
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disturbing the lords within.
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Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?
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Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name?
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If, Tullus,
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Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not
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Think me for the man I am, necessity
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Commands me name myself.
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What is thy name?
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A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
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And harsh in sound to thine.
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Say, what's thy name?
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Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
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Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn.
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Thou show'st a noble vessel: what's thy name?
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Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
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thou me yet?
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I know thee not: thy name?
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My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
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To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
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Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
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My surname, Coriolanus: the painful service,
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The extreme dangers and the drops of blood
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Shed for my thankless country are requited
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But with that surname; a good memory,
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And witness of the malice and displeasure
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Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name remains;
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The cruelty and envy of the people,
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Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
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Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
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And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
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Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity
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Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope--
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Mistake me not--to save my life, for if
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I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
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I would have 'voided thee, but in mere spite,
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To be full quit of those my banishers,
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Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
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A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
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Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims
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Of shame seen through thy country, speed
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thee straight,
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And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it
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That my revengeful services may prove
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As benefits to thee, for I will fight
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Against my canker'd country with the spleen
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Of all the under fiends. But if so be
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Thou darest not this and that to prove more fortunes
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Thou'rt tired, then, in a word, I also am
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Longer to live most weary, and present
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My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;
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Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
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Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
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Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
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And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
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It be to do thee service.
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O Marcius, Marcius!
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Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart
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A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
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Should from yond cloud speak divine things,
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And say 'Tis true,' I'ld not believe them more
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Than thee, all noble Marcius. Let me twine
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Mine arms about that body, where against
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My grained ash an hundred times hath broke
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And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
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The anvil of my sword, and do contest
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As hotly and as nobly with thy love
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As ever in ambitious strength I did
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Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
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I loved the maid I married; never man
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Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
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Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
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Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
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Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
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We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
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Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
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Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out
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Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
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Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
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We have been down together in my sleep,
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Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
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And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius,
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Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
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Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
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From twelve to seventy, and pouring war
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Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
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Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in,
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And take our friendly senators by the hands;
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Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
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Who am prepared against your territories,
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Though not for Rome itself.
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You bless me, gods!
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Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
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The leading of thine own revenges, take
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The one half of my commission; and set down--
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As best thou art experienced, since thou know'st
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Thy country's strength and weakness,--thine own ways;
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Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
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Or rudely visit them in parts remote,
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To fright them, ere destroy. But come in:
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Let me commend thee first to those that shall
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Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
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And more a friend than e'er an enemy;
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Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome!
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Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. The two Servingmen come forward

First Servingman
Here's a strange alteration!
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Second Servingman
By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with
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a cudgel; and yet my mind gave me his clothes made a
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false report of him.
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First Servingman
What an arm he has! he turned me about with his
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finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
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Second Servingman
Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in
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him: he had, sir, a kind of face, methought,--I
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cannot tell how to term it.
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First Servingman
He had so; looking as it were--would I were hanged,
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but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
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Second Servingman
So did I, I'll be sworn: he is simply the rarest
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man i' the world.
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First Servingman
I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on.
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Second Servingman
Who, my master?
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First Servingman
Nay, it's no matter for that.
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Second Servingman
Worth six on him.
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First Servingman
Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the
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greater soldier.
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Second Servingman
Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that:
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for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
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First Servingman
Ay, and for an assault too.
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Re-enter third Servingman

Third Servingman
O slaves, I can tell you news,-- news, you rascals!
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First Servingman
What, what, what? let's partake.
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Third Servingman
I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as
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lieve be a condemned man.
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First Servingman
Wherefore? wherefore?
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Third Servingman
Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,
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Caius Marcius.
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First Servingman
Why do you say 'thwack our general '?
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Third Servingman
I do not say 'thwack our general;' but he was always
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good enough for him.
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Second Servingman
Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too
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hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
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First Servingman
He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth
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on't: before Corioli he scotched him and notched
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him like a carbon ado.
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Second Servingman
An he had been cannibally given, he might have
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broiled and eaten him too.
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First Servingman
But, more of thy news?
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Third Servingman
Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son
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and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no
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question asked him by any of the senators, but they
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stand bald before him: our general himself makes a
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mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and
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turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But
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the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i'
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the middle and but one half of what he was
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yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty
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and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says,
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and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
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will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.
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Second Servingman
And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.
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Third Servingman
Do't! he will do't; for, look you, sir, he has as
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many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it
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were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as
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we term it, his friends whilst he's in directitude.
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First Servingman
Directitude! what's that?
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Third Servingman
But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again,
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and the man in blood, they will out of their
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burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with
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First Servingman
But when goes this forward?
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Third Servingman
To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the
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drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a
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parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they
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wipe their lips.
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Second Servingman
Why, then we shall have a stirring world again.
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This peace is nothing, but to rust iron, increase
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tailors, and breed ballad-makers.
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First Servingman
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as
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day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and
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full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy;
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mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more
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bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.
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Second Servingman
'Tis so: and as war, in some sort, may be said to
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be a ravisher, so it cannot be denied but peace is a
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great maker of cuckolds.
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First Servingman
Ay, and it makes men hate one another.
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Third Servingman
Reason; because they then less need one another.
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The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap
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as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising.
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In, in, in, in!
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SCENE VI. Rome. A public place.

Scene 6 of Act 4 begins with Volumnia and Virgilia pleading with Coriolanus to spare Rome. They argue that he should not seek revenge on the city that gave him birth and that he should show mercy to the people who have always loved him. Coriolanus, however, is unmoved by their pleas and remains determined to attack Rome.

Menenius then enters the scene and tries to reason with Coriolanus. He reminds him of all the good things Rome has done for him and how he has always been regarded as a hero in the city. Menenius suggests that they should negotiate with the people of Rome instead of waging war against them. Coriolanus, still angry and vengeful, refuses to listen to Menenius and accuses him of being a traitor.

Finally, Aufidius enters the scene and tries to reason with Coriolanus. He reminds him of their longstanding friendship and how they have always fought side by side. Aufidius suggests that they should attack other cities instead of Rome and offers to join forces with Coriolanus. Coriolanus, realizing that he has lost his own army and that he has no other option, agrees to join forces with Aufidius and attack Rome.

The scene ends with Coriolanus and Aufidius leaving to prepare for their attack on Rome, while Volumnia, Virgilia, and Menenius lament the tragic turn of events and the inevitable destruction that will come to the city they love.


We hear not of him, neither need we fear him;
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His remedies are tame i' the present peace
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And quietness of the people, which before
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Were in wild hurry. Here do we make his friends
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Blush that the world goes well, who rather had,
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Though they themselves did suffer by't, behold
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Dissentious numbers pestering streets than see
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Our tradesmen with in their shops and going
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About their functions friendly.
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We stood to't in good time.
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Is this Menenius?
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'Tis he,'tis he: O, he is grown most kind of late.
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Both Tribunes
Hail sir!
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Hail to you both!
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Your Coriolanus
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Is not much miss'd, but with his friends:
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The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do,
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Were he more angry at it.
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All's well; and might have been much better, if
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He could have temporized.
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Where is he, hear you?
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Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
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Hear nothing from him.
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Enter three or four Citizens

The gods preserve you both!
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God-den, our neighbours.
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God-den to you all, god-den to you all.
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First Citizen
Ourselves, our wives, and children, on our knees,
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Are bound to pray for you both.
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Live, and thrive!
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Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus
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Had loved you as we did.
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Now the gods keep you!
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Both Tribunes
Farewell, farewell.
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Exeunt Citizens

This is a happier and more comely time
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Than when these fellows ran about the streets,
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Crying confusion.
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Caius Marcius was
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A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,
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O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
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And affecting one sole throne,
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Without assistance.
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I think not so.
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We should by this, to all our lamentation,
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If he had gone forth consul, found it so.
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The gods have well prevented it, and Rome
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Sits safe and still without him.
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Enter an AEdile

Worthy tribunes,
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There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
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Reports, the Volsces with two several powers
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Are enter'd in the Roman territories,
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And with the deepest malice of the war
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Destroy what lies before 'em.
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'Tis Aufidius,
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Who, hearing of our Marcius' banishment,
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Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;
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Which were inshell'd when Marcius stood for Rome,
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And durst not once peep out.
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Come, what talk you
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Of Marcius?
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Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be
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The Volsces dare break with us.
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Cannot be!
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We have record that very well it can,
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And three examples of the like have been
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Within my age. But reason with the fellow,
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Before you punish him, where he heard this,
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Lest you shall chance to whip your information
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And beat the messenger who bids beware
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Of what is to be dreaded.
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Tell not me:
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I know this cannot be.
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Not possible.
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Enter a Messenger

The nobles in great earnestness are going
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All to the senate-house: some news is come
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That turns their countenances.
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'Tis this slave;--
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Go whip him, 'fore the people's eyes:--his raising;
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Nothing but his report.
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Yes, worthy sir,
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The slave's report is seconded; and more,
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More fearful, is deliver'd.
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What more fearful?
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It is spoke freely out of many mouths--
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How probable I do not know--that Marcius,
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Join'd with Aufidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome,
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And vows revenge as spacious as between
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The young'st and oldest thing.
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This is most likely!
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Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish
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Good Marcius home again.
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The very trick on't.
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This is unlikely:
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He and Aufidius can no more atone
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Than violentest contrariety.
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Enter a second Messenger

Second Messenger
You are sent for to the senate:
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A fearful army, led by Caius Marcius
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Associated with Aufidius, rages
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Upon our territories; and have already
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O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took
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What lay before them.
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O, you have made good work!
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What news? what news?
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You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
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To melt the city leads upon your pates,
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To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,--
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What's the news? what's the news?
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Your temples burned in their cement, and
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Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
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Into an auger's bore.
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Pray now, your news?
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You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?--
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If Marcius should be join'd with Volscians,--
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He is their god: he leads them like a thing
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Made by some other deity than nature,
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That shapes man better; and they follow him,
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Against us brats, with no less confidence
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Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
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Or butchers killing flies.
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You have made good work,
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You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much
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on the voice of occupation and
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The breath of garlic-eaters!
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He will shake
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Your Rome about your ears.
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As Hercules
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Did shake down mellow fruit.
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You have made fair work!
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But is this true, sir?
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Ay; and you'll look pale
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Before you find it other. All the regions
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Do smilingly revolt; and who resist
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Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
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And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
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Your enemies and his find something in him.
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We are all undone, unless
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The noble man have mercy.
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Who shall ask it?
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The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
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Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
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Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
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Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even
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As those should do that had deserved his hate,
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And therein show'd like enemies.
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'Tis true:
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If he were putting to my house the brand
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That should consume it, I have not the face
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To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands,
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You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!
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You have brought
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A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
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So incapable of help.
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Both Tribunes
Say not we brought it.
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How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
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And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,
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Who did hoot him out o' the city.
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But I fear
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They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
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The second name of men, obeys his points
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As if he were his officer: desperation
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Is all the policy, strength and defence,
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That Rome can make against them.
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Enter a troop of Citizens

Here come the clusters.
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And is Aufidius with him? You are they
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That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
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Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
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Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
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And not a hair upon a soldier's head
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Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
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As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
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And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
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if he could burn us all into one coal,
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We have deserved it.
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Faith, we hear fearful news.
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First Citizen
For mine own part,
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When I said, banish him, I said 'twas pity.
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Second Citizen
And so did I.
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Third Citizen
And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very
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many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and
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though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet
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it was against our will.
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Ye re goodly things, you voices!
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You have made
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Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?
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O, ay, what else?
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Go, masters, get you home; be not dismay'd:
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These are a side that would be glad to have
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This true which they so seem to fear. Go home,
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And show no sign of fear.
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First Citizen
The gods be good to us! Come, masters, let's home.
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I ever said we were i' the wrong when we banished
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Second Citizen
So did we all. But, come, let's home.
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Exeunt Citizens

I do not like this news.
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Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth
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Would buy this for a lie!
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Pray, let us go.
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SCENE VII. A camp, at a small distance from Rome.

Scene 7 of Act 4 of Coriolanus is a dramatic scene where the protagonist, Coriolanus, is confronted by his mother, Volumnia, and his wife, Virgilia. They plead with him to show mercy towards Rome and its citizens and to make peace with them.

Coriolanus is torn between his loyalty to Rome and his hatred for its citizens, whom he sees as ungrateful and unworthy. He argues with his mother and wife, insisting that he cannot go back on his word and make peace with the people he despises.

Volumnia, however, is determined to sway her son and make him see reason. She uses a variety of tactics, including emotional blackmail and appeals to his sense of duty and honor. She reminds him of his upbringing and the sacrifices she made to ensure his success, and urges him to put Rome's needs above his own personal vendettas.

Virgilia, on the other hand, takes a more gentle approach, appealing to Coriolanus' love for her and their children. She reminds him of the joy and happiness they share as a family, and implores him to consider the consequences of his actions for their future.

The scene ends with Coriolanus reluctantly agreeing to meet with the Roman leaders and negotiate a truce. However, it is clear that he is still deeply conflicted and unsure of his next move.

Enter AUFIDIUS and his Lieutenant

Do they still fly to the Roman?
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I do not know what witchcraft's in him, but
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Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat,
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Their talk at table, and their thanks at end;
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And you are darken'd in this action, sir,
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Even by your own.
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I cannot help it now,
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Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
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Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier,
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Even to my person, than I thought he would
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When first I did embrace him: yet his nature
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In that's no changeling; and I must excuse
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What cannot be amended.
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Yet I wish, sir,--
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I mean for your particular,--you had not
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Join'd in commission with him; but either
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Had borne the action of yourself, or else
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To him had left it solely.
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I understand thee well; and be thou sure,
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when he shall come to his account, he knows not
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What I can urge against him. Although it seems,
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And so he thinks, and is no less apparent
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To the vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly.
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And shows good husbandry for the Volscian state,
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Fights dragon-like, and does achieve as soon
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As draw his sword; yet he hath left undone
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That which shall break his neck or hazard mine,
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Whene'er we come to our account.
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Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?
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All places yield to him ere he sits down;
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And the nobility of Rome are his:
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The senators and patricians love him too:
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The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people
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Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
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To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome
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As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
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By sovereignty of nature. First he was
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A noble servant to them; but he could not
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Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride,
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Which out of daily fortune ever taints
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The happy man; whether defect of judgment,
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To fail in the disposing of those chances
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Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
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Not to be other than one thing, not moving
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From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace
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Even with the same austerity and garb
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As he controll'd the war; but one of these--
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As he hath spices of them all, not all,
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For I dare so far free him--made him fear'd,
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So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit,
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To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues
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Lie in the interpretation of the time:
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And power, unto itself most commendable,
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Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
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To extol what it hath done.
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One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
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Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.
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Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,
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Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.
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Act V

Act 5 of Coriolanus begins with the Roman Senate discussing how to handle Coriolanus, who has joined forces with their enemy, the Volscians. Menenius, a friend of Coriolanus, pleads with him to return to Rome and make peace, but Coriolanus refuses. The Volscian general Aufidius is suspicious of Coriolanus' loyalty and challenges him to a duel. Coriolanus accepts and they fight, but are interrupted by Volumnia, Coriolanus' mother, who begs her son to spare Rome. Coriolanus relents and agrees to make peace with Rome.

However, the Roman tribunes, who had opposed Coriolanus and banished him from Rome, refuse to accept his return and accuse him of treason. Coriolanus becomes enraged and declares that he will lead the Volscian army against Rome. Volumnia and his wife, Virgilia, plead with Coriolanus to spare Rome, but he refuses and marches towards the city.

The women of Rome, led by Volumnia, go to the Volscian camp to plead with Coriolanus once more. Volumnia uses emotional manipulation, reminding her son of his duty to Rome and the sacrifices she made for him. Coriolanus is moved and decides to spare Rome. However, Aufidius and the other Volscians are angered by Coriolanus' change of heart and assassinate him.

The play ends with the grief-stricken Volumnia mourning her son, while Aufidius declares that he has killed the only man he ever loved and respected. The play explores themes of loyalty, duty, and the consequences of pride and ambition.

SCENE I. Rome. A public place.

Scene 1 of Act 5 opens with the Volscian camp. Aufidius, the leader of the Volscians, is waiting for Coriolanus, who is expected to arrive soon. When Coriolanus enters the scene, Aufidius greets him with open arms and expresses his joy at seeing him again. However, Coriolanus is not in a friendly mood and responds with a cold demeanor. Aufidius is surprised by Coriolanus's behavior and asks him what is wrong. Coriolanus tells Aufidius that he is unhappy with the way he has been treated by the Romans, who have banished him from the city. Coriolanus then reveals his plan to attack Rome and destroy the city, which shocks Aufidius.

Aufidius tries to reason with Coriolanus and reminds him of their past victories against the Romans. He tells Coriolanus that they should focus on their common enemy, rather than fighting each other. However, Coriolanus is determined to take revenge on Rome and refuses to listen to Aufidius's advice. He tells Aufidius that he is ready to lead the Volscians into battle and promises to be victorious. Aufidius, seeing that Coriolanus cannot be dissuaded, agrees to support him and pledges his loyalty. The scene ends with Coriolanus and Aufidius leaving the stage, ready to march on Rome.


No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said
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Which was sometime his general; who loved him
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In a most dear particular. He call'd me father:
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But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him;
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A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
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The way into his mercy: nay, if he coy'd
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To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.
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He would not seem to know me.
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Do you hear?
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Yet one time he did call me by my name:
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I urged our old acquaintance, and the drops
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That we have bled together. Coriolanus
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He would not answer to: forbad all names;
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He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
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Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire
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Of burning Rome.
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Why, so: you have made good work!
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A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
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To make coals cheap,--a noble memory!
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I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
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When it was less expected: he replied,
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It was a bare petition of a state
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To one whom they had punish'd.
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Very well:
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Could he say less?
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I offer'd to awaken his regard
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For's private friends: his answer to me was,
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He could not stay to pick them in a pile
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Of noisome musty chaff: he said 'twas folly,
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For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
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And still to nose the offence.
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For one poor grain or two!
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I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child,
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And this brave fellow too, we are the grains:
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You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
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Above the moon: we must be burnt for you.
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Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aid
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In this so never-needed help, yet do not
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Upbraid's with our distress. But, sure, if you
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Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue,
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More than the instant army we can make,
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Might stop our countryman.
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No, I'll not meddle.
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Pray you, go to him.
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What should I do?
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Only make trial what your love can do
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For Rome, towards Marcius.
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Well, and say that Marcius
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Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
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Unheard; what then?
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But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
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With his unkindness? say't be so?
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Yet your good will
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must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure
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As you intended well.
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I'll undertake 't:
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I think he'll hear me. Yet, to bite his lip
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And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me.
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He was not taken well; he had not dined:
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The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
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We pout upon the morning, are unapt
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To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd
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These and these conveyances of our blood
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With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls
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Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him
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Till he be dieted to my request,
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And then I'll set upon him.
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You know the very road into his kindness,
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And cannot lose your way.
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Good faith, I'll prove him,
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Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge
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Of my success.
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He'll never hear him.
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I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye
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Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury
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The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him;
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'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise;' dismiss'd me
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Thus, with his speechless hand: what he would do,
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He sent in writing after me; what he would not,
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Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:
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So that all hope is vain.
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Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
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Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him
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For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,
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And with our fair entreaties haste them on.
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SCENE II. Entrance of the Volscian camp before Rome. Two Sentinels on guard.

In Scene 2 of Act 5, a group of Roman senators meet with Coriolanus to try and persuade him to spare the city from his army's attack. However, Coriolanus remains steadfast in his anger towards Rome and refuses to listen to their pleas. He accuses them of being hypocrites who only care about their own power and wealth, rather than the well-being of the Roman people. The senators continue to plead with Coriolanus, but he is unmoved and tells them that he will only spare the city if they agree to his demands, which include stripping the plebeians of their rights and banishing his former friend, Menenius. The senators are horrified by his demands and refuse to comply. Coriolanus angrily declares that he will not be swayed by their words and storms out of the meeting.

Enter to them, MENENIUS

First Senator
Stay: whence are you?
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Second Senator
Stand, and go back.
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You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave,
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I am an officer of state, and come
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To speak with Coriolanus.
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First Senator
From whence?
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From Rome.
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First Senator
You may not pass, you must return: our general
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Will no more hear from thence.
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Second Senator
You'll see your Rome embraced with fire before
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You'll speak with Coriolanus.
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Good my friends,
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If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
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And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,
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My name hath touch'd your ears it is Menenius.
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First Senator
Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name
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Is not here passable.
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I tell thee, fellow,
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The general is my lover: I have been
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The book of his good acts, whence men have read
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His name unparallel'd, haply amplified;
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For I have ever verified my friends,
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Of whom he's chief, with all the size that verity
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Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,
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Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,
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I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise
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Have almost stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow,
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I must have leave to pass.
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First Senator
Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his
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behalf as you have uttered words in your own, you
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should not pass here; no, though it were as virtuous
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to lie as to live chastely. Therefore, go back.
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Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
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always factionary on the party of your general.
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Second Senator
Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say you
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have, I am one that, telling true under him, must
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say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.
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Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
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speak with him till after dinner.
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First Senator
You are a Roman, are you?
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I am, as thy general is.
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First Senator
Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you,
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when you have pushed out your gates the very
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defender of them, and, in a violent popular
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ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to
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front his revenges with the easy groans of old
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women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with
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the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as
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you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the
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intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with
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such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived;
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therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your
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execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn
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you out of reprieve and pardon.
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Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would
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use me with estimation.
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Second Senator
Come, my captain knows you not.
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I mean, thy general.
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First Senator
My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; lest
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I let forth your half-pint of blood; back,--that's
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the utmost of your having: back.
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Nay, but, fellow, fellow,--
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What's the matter?
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Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you:
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You shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall
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perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from
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my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainment
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with him, if thou standest not i' the state of
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hanging, or of some death more long in
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spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now
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presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee.
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The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy
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particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than
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thy old father Menenius does! O my son, my son!
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thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's
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water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to
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thee; but being assured none but myself could move
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thee, I have been blown out of your gates with
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sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy
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petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy
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wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet
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here,--this, who, like a block, hath denied my
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access to thee.
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How! away!
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Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
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Are servanted to others: though I owe
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My revenge properly, my remission lies
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In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
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Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
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Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone.
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Mine ears against your suits are stronger than
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Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee,
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Take this along; I writ it for thy sake
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And would have rent it. Another word, Menenius,
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I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
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Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st!
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You keep a constant temper.
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First Senator
Now, sir, is your name Menenius?
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Second Senator
'Tis a spell, you see, of much power: you know the
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way home again.
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First Senator
Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your
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greatness back?
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Second Senator
What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?
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I neither care for the world nor your general: for
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such things as you, I can scarce think there's any,
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ye're so slight. He that hath a will to die by
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himself fears it not from another: let your general
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do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and
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your misery increase with your age! I say to you,
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as I was said to, Away!
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First Senator
A noble fellow, I warrant him.
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Second Senator
The worthy fellow is our general: he's the rock, the
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oak not to be wind-shaken.
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SCENE III. The tent of Coriolanus.

Scene 3 of Act 5 of Coriolanus is a pivotal moment in the play. The scene takes place in the Volscian camp, where Coriolanus has been staying since being banished from Rome. He is approached by his former friends and allies, including his mother Volumnia, who plead with him to spare the city of Rome.

Coriolanus is torn between his loyalty to his former comrades and his hatred for the city that banished him. He initially refuses to listen to their pleas, calling them "women" and saying that he will "let Rome burn." However, after much persuading, he finally agrees to spare the city on the condition that the citizens give up their weapons and surrender their power to him.

This moment is significant because it shows the complex nature of Coriolanus' character. He is a proud and stubborn warrior who is willing to let his enemies suffer, but he also has a deep love for his mother and a sense of duty to his people. Ultimately, he chooses to spare the city, but only on his own terms.

The scene also highlights the theme of power and politics in the play. Coriolanus' demand for complete control over Rome shows how power can corrupt even the most noble of leaders. It also raises questions about the nature of democracy and whether or not it is possible to have a truly just society.

In conclusion, Scene 3 of Act 5 of Coriolanus is a powerful and thought-provoking moment in the play. It showcases the complexity of the main character's personality and raises important questions about power and politics.

Enter CORIOLANUS, AUFIDIUS, and others

We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
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Set down our host. My partner in this action,
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You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly
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I have borne this business.
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Only their ends
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You have respected; stopp'd your ears against
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The general suit of Rome; never admitted
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A private whisper, no, not with such friends
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That thought them sure of you.
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This last old man,
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Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
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Loved me above the measure of a father;
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Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
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Was to send him; for whose old love I have,
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Though I show'd sourly to him, once more offer'd
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The first conditions, which they did refuse
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And cannot now accept; to grace him only
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That thought he could do more, a very little
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I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits,
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Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter
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Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this?
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Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
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In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
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My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould
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Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand
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The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection!
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All bond and privilege of nature, break!
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Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.
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What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes,
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Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not
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Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows;
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As if Olympus to a molehill should
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In supplication nod: and my young boy
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Hath an aspect of intercession, which
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Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces
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Plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never
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Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,
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As if a man were author of himself
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And knew no other kin.
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My lord and husband!
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These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
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The sorrow that delivers us thus changed
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Makes you think so.
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Like a dull actor now,
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I have forgot my part, and I am out,
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Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,
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Forgive my tyranny; but do not say
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For that 'Forgive our Romans.' O, a kiss
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Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
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Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
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I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
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Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate,
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And the most noble mother of the world
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Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i' the earth;
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Of thy deep duty more impression show
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Than that of common sons.
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O, stand up blest!
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Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
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I kneel before thee; and unproperly
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Show duty, as mistaken all this while
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Between the child and parent.
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What is this?
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Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
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Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
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Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds
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Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
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Murdering impossibility, to make
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What cannot be, slight work.
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Thou art my warrior;
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I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?
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The noble sister of Publicola,
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The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
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That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
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And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria!
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This is a poor epitome of yours,
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Which by the interpretation of full time
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May show like all yourself.
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The god of soldiers,
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With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
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Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove
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To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars
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Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
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And saving those that eye thee!
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Your knee, sirrah.
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That's my brave boy!
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Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
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Are suitors to you.
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I beseech you, peace:
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Or, if you'ld ask, remember this before:
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The thing I have forsworn to grant may never
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Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
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Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate
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Again with Rome's mechanics: tell me not
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Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not
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To ally my rages and revenges with
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Your colder reasons.
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O, no more, no more!
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You have said you will not grant us any thing;
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For we have nothing else to ask, but that
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Which you deny already: yet we will ask;
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That, if you fail in our request, the blame
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May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.
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Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
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Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request?
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Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment
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And state of bodies would bewray what life
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We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself
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How more unfortunate than all living women
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Are we come hither: since that thy sight,
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which should
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Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance
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with comforts,
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Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow;
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Making the mother, wife and child to see
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The son, the husband and the father tearing
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His country's bowels out. And to poor we
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Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us
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Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
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That all but we enjoy; for how can we,
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Alas, how can we for our country pray.
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Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory,
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Whereto we are bound? alack, or we must lose
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The country, our dear nurse, or else thy person,
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Our comfort in the country. We must find
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An evident calamity, though we had
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Our wish, which side should win: for either thou
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Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
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With manacles thorough our streets, or else
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triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
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And bear the palm for having bravely shed
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Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son,
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I purpose not to wait on fortune till
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These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee
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Rather to show a noble grace to both parts
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Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
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March to assault thy country than to tread--
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Trust to't, thou shalt not--on thy mother's womb,
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That brought thee to this world.
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Ay, and mine,
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That brought you forth this boy, to keep your name
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Living to time.
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A' shall not tread on me;
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I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.
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Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
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Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.
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I have sat too long.
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Nay, go not from us thus.
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If it were so that our request did tend
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To save the Romans, thereby to destroy
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The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us,
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As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit
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Is that you reconcile them: while the Volsces
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May say 'This mercy we have show'd;' the Romans,
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'This we received;' and each in either side
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Give the all-hail to thee and cry 'Be blest
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For making up this peace!' Thou know'st, great son,
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The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
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That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
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Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name,
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Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses;
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Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
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But with his last attempt he wiped it out;
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Destroy'd his country, and his name remains
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To the ensuing age abhorr'd.' Speak to me, son:
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Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,
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To imitate the graces of the gods;
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To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air,
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And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt
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That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?
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Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
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Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speak you:
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He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy:
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Perhaps thy childishness will move him more
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Than can our reasons. There's no man in the world
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More bound to 's mother; yet here he lets me prate
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Like one i' the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life
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Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy,
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When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood,
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Has cluck'd thee to the wars and safely home,
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Loaden with honour. Say my request's unjust,
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And spurn me back: but if it be not so,
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Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee,
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That thou restrain'st from me the duty which
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To a mother's part belongs. He turns away:
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Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees.
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To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride
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Than pity to our prayers. Down: an end;
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This is the last: so we will home to Rome,
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And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold 's:
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This boy, that cannot tell what he would have
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But kneels and holds up bands for fellowship,
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Does reason our petition with more strength
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Than thou hast to deny 't. Come, let us go:
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This fellow had a Volscian to his mother;
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His wife is in Corioli and his child
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Like him by chance. Yet give us our dispatch:
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I am hush'd until our city be a-fire,
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And then I'll speak a little.
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He holds her by the hand, silent

O mother, mother!
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What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
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The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
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They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
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You have won a happy victory to Rome;
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But, for your son,--believe it, O, believe it,
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Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
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If not most mortal to him. But, let it come.
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Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,
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I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius,
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Were you in my stead, would you have heard
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A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?
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I was moved withal.
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I dare be sworn you were:
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And, sir, it is no little thing to make
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Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
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What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part,
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I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you,
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Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife!
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(Aside) I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and
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thy honour
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At difference in thee: out of that I'll work
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Myself a former fortune.
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The Ladies make signs to CORIOLANUS

Ay, by and by;
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But we will drink together; and you shall bear
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A better witness back than words, which we,
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On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd.
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Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
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To have a temple built you: all the swords
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In Italy, and her confederate arms,
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Could not have made this peace.
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SCENE IV. Rome. A public place.

Scene 4 of Act 5 of Coriolanus opens with the arrival of the Roman army at the gates of Corioli. The soldiers are exhausted and hungry, but Coriolanus, their leader, insists that they press on and conquer the city. He orders his men to attack, and they breach the walls of the city, forcing the enemy soldiers to retreat.

Coriolanus chases after the fleeing soldiers, and his men follow him. In the chaos of battle, Coriolanus becomes separated from his men and finds himself alone on the battlefield. He is soon surrounded by enemy soldiers, who demand that he surrender.

Coriolanus refuses to surrender and instead fights fiercely against his enemies. He kills several of them before he is finally overwhelmed and captured. The enemy soldiers take him prisoner and bring him before their leader, who is amazed at Coriolanus's bravery.

The enemy leader attempts to negotiate with Coriolanus, offering him a chance to switch sides and join their cause. Coriolanus, however, refuses to betray his fellow Romans and declares that he would rather die than switch sides. The enemy leader is impressed by Coriolanus's loyalty and honor, and he orders that Coriolanus be released and allowed to return to Rome.

Coriolanus returns to Rome, where he is greeted as a hero. He is given a triumphal procession through the city, and he is praised for his bravery and valor in battle. However, Coriolanus's triumph is short-lived, as his enemies plot against him and ultimately bring about his downfall.


See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond
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Why, what of that?
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If it be possible for you to displace it with your
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little finger, there is some hope the ladies of
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Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him.
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But I say there is no hope in't: our throats are
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sentenced and stay upon execution.
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Is't possible that so short a time can alter the
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condition of a man!
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There is differency between a grub and a butterfly;
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yet your butterfly was a grub. This Marcius is grown
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from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a
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creeping thing.
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He loved his mother dearly.
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So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother
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now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness
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of his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, he
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moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before
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his treading: he is able to pierce a corslet with
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his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a
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battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for
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Alexander. What he bids be done is finished with
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his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity
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and a heaven to throne in.
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Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.
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I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his
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mother shall bring from him: there is no more mercy
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in him than there is milk in a male tiger; that
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shall our poor city find: and all this is long of
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The gods be good unto us!
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No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto
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us. When we banished him, we respected not them;
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and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
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Enter a Messenger

Sir, if you'ld save your life, fly to your house:
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The plebeians have got your fellow-tribune
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And hale him up and down, all swearing, if
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The Roman ladies bring not comfort home,
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They'll give him death by inches.
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Enter a second Messenger

What's the news?
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Second Messenger
Good news, good news; the ladies have prevail'd,
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The Volscians are dislodged, and Marcius gone:
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A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
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No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.
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Art thou certain this is true? is it most certain?
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Second Messenger
As certain as I know the sun is fire:
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Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it?
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Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
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As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you!
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The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and fifes,
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Tabours and cymbals and the shouting Romans,
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Make the sun dance. Hark you!
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A shout within

This is good news:
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I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
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Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
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A city full; of tribunes, such as you,
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A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day:
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This morning for ten thousand of your throats
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I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
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Music still, with shouts

First, the gods bless you for your tidings; next,
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Accept my thankfulness.
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Second Messenger
Sir, we have all
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Great cause to give great thanks.
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They are near the city?
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Second Messenger
Almost at point to enter.
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We will meet them,
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And help the joy.
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SCENE V. The same. A street near the gate.

Scene 5 of Act 5 of Coriolanus begins with the Volscian army outside the gates of Rome, preparing for battle. Aufidius, the leader of the Volscians, is confident that they will emerge victorious, and speaks with his soldiers about their upcoming triumph. Meanwhile, inside Rome, Coriolanus is struggling with his own conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he wants to see Rome destroyed and his former countrymen punished for their mistreatment of him. On the other hand, he is torn between his loyalty to the Volscians and his own sense of honor and duty.

As the battle approaches, Coriolanus is visited by his mother, Volumnia, and his wife, Virgilia. They plead with him to spare Rome and show mercy to his former countrymen. Coriolanus is moved by their words, but ultimately refuses to change his mind. He tells them that he will not betray the Volscians, and that he is willing to die for his beliefs.

The battle begins, and both sides fight fiercely. Coriolanus proves to be a skilled warrior, but he is eventually wounded and forced to retreat. Aufidius finds him and accuses him of cowardice, but Coriolanus refuses to back down. In a final showdown, Coriolanus faces Aufidius in combat. The two men fight to the death, and Coriolanus is ultimately killed.

The play ends with Rome victorious, but at a great cost. Coriolanus's death is mourned by both the Volscians and the Romans, and his legacy is remembered by all who knew him. Despite his flaws and his ultimate downfall, Coriolanus is seen as a tragic hero who remained true to his beliefs until the very end.

Enter two Senators with VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, VALERIA, c. passing over the stage, followed by Patricians and others

First Senator
Behold our patroness, the life of Rome!
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Call all your tribes together, praise the gods,
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And make triumphant fires; strew flowers before them:
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Unshout the noise that banish'd Marcius,
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Repeal him with the welcome of his mother;
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Cry 'Welcome, ladies, welcome!'
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Welcome, ladies, Welcome!
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A flourish with drums and trumpets. Exeunt

SCENE VI. Antium. A public place.

In Scene 6 of Act 5, a group of Roman senators attempt to persuade the protagonist to spare the city of Rome from his military forces. Coriolanus, the main character, is angry at the Romans for their lack of appreciation for his military service and is hesitant to listen to their pleas.

The senators use various tactics to persuade him, appealing to his sense of duty and honor as a soldier, as well as his love for his mother and wife. They argue that his actions will harm not only the people of Rome but also his own reputation and legacy.

Despite their efforts, Coriolanus remains stubborn and refuses to back down. He argues that he has already made his decision and that the senators' words are meaningless. In a moment of anger, he even threatens to destroy Rome and its inhabitants.

The scene ends with the senators recognizing that they have failed to change Coriolanus' mind. They express their sadness at the situation and their fear for the future of Rome. The audience is left wondering whether or not Coriolanus will follow through with his threats and what the consequences will be for both him and the city.

Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, with Attendants

Go tell the lords o' the city I am here:
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Deliver them this paper: having read it,
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Bid them repair to the market place; where I,
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Even in theirs and in the commons' ears,
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Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse
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The city ports by this hath enter'd and
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Intends to appear before the people, hoping
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To purge herself with words: dispatch.
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Most welcome!
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First Conspirator
How is it with our general?
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Even so
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As with a man by his own alms empoison'd,
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And with his charity slain.
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Second Conspirator
Most noble sir,
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If you do hold the same intent wherein
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You wish'd us parties, we'll deliver you
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Of your great danger.
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Sir, I cannot tell:
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We must proceed as we do find the people.
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Third Conspirator
The people will remain uncertain whilst
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'Twixt you there's difference; but the fall of either
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Makes the survivor heir of all.
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I know it;
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And my pretext to strike at him admits
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A good construction. I raised him, and I pawn'd
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Mine honour for his truth: who being so heighten'd,
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He water'd his new plants with dews of flattery,
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Seducing so my friends; and, to this end,
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He bow'd his nature, never known before
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But to be rough, unswayable and free.
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Third Conspirator
Sir, his stoutness
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When he did stand for consul, which he lost
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By lack of stooping,--
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That I would have spoke of:
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Being banish'd for't, he came unto my hearth;
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Presented to my knife his throat: I took him;
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Made him joint-servant with me; gave him way
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In all his own desires; nay, let him choose
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Out of my files, his projects to accomplish,
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My best and freshest men; served his designments
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In mine own person; holp to reap the fame
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Which he did end all his; and took some pride
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To do myself this wrong: till, at the last,
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I seem'd his follower, not partner, and
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He waged me with his countenance, as if
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I had been mercenary.
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First Conspirator
So he did, my lord:
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The army marvell'd at it, and, in the last,
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When he had carried Rome and that we look'd
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For no less spoil than glory,--
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There was it:
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For which my sinews shall be stretch'd upon him.
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At a few drops of women's rheum, which are
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As cheap as lies, he sold the blood and labour
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Of our great action: therefore shall he die,
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And I'll renew me in his fall. But, hark!
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Drums and trumpets sound, with great shouts of the People

First Conspirator
Your native town you enter'd like a post,
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And had no welcomes home: but he returns,
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Splitting the air with noise.
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Second Conspirator
And patient fools,
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Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear
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With giving him glory.
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Third Conspirator
Therefore, at your vantage,
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Ere he express himself, or move the people
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With what he would say, let him feel your sword,
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Which we will second. When he lies along,
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After your way his tale pronounced shall bury
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His reasons with his body.
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Say no more:
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Here come the lords.
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Enter the Lords of the city

All The Lords
You are most welcome home.
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I have not deserved it.
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But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused
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What I have written to you?
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We have.
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First Lord
And grieve to hear't.
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What faults he made before the last, I think
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Might have found easy fines: but there to end
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Where he was to begin and give away
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The benefit of our levies, answering us
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With our own charge, making a treaty where
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There was a yielding,--this admits no excuse.
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He approaches: you shall hear him.
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Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drum and colours; commoners being with him

Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier,
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No more infected with my country's love
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Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
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Under your great command. You are to know
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That prosperously I have attempted and
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With bloody passage led your wars even to
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The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
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Do more than counterpoise a full third part
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The charges of the action. We have made peace
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With no less honour to the Antiates
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Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
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Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
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Together with the seal o' the senate, what
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We have compounded on.
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Read it not, noble lords;
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But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree
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He hath abused your powers.
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Traitor! how now!
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Ay, traitor, Marcius!
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Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think
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I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
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Coriolanus in Corioli?
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You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously
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He has betray'd your business, and given up,
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For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,
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I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother;
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Breaking his oath and resolution like
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A twist of rotten silk, never admitting
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Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears
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He whined and roar'd away your victory,
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That pages blush'd at him and men of heart
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Look'd wondering each at other.
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Hear'st thou, Mars?
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Name not the god, thou boy of tears!
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No more.
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Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
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Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
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Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
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I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
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Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion--
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Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that
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Must bear my beating to his grave--shall join
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To thrust the lie unto him.
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First Lord
Peace, both, and hear me speak.
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Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
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Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound!
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If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
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That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
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Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
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Alone I did it. Boy!
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Why, noble lords,
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Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
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Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,
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'Fore your own eyes and ears?
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All Conspirators
Let him die for't.
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All The People
'Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently.' 'He kill'd
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my son.' 'My daughter.' 'He killed my cousin
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Marcus.' 'He killed my father.'
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Second Lord
Peace, ho! no outrage: peace!
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The man is noble and his fame folds-in
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This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us
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Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
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And trouble not the peace.
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O that I had him,
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With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
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To use my lawful sword!
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Insolent villain!
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All Conspirators
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him!
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The Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS: AUFIDIUS stands on his body

Hold, hold, hold, hold!
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My noble masters, hear me speak.
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First Lord
O Tullus,--
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Second Lord
Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
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Third Lord
Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet;
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Put up your swords.
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My lords, when you shall know--as in this rage,
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Provoked by him, you cannot--the great danger
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Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
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That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours
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To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
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Myself your loyal servant, or endure
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Your heaviest censure.
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First Lord
Bear from hence his body;
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And mourn you for him: let him be regarded
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As the most noble corse that ever herald
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Did follow to his urn.
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Second Lord
His own impatience
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Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
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Let's make the best of it.
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My rage is gone;
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And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
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Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
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Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
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Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
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Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
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Which to this hour bewail the injury,
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Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist.
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Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead march sounded