Speeches (Lines) for First Soldier in "The Tragedy of Coriolanus"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 4
  • Fool-hardiness; not I.
  • Fool-hardiness; not I.
  • Coriolanus. All the contagion of the south light on you,
    You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues
    Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
    Further than seen and one infect another
    Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
    That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
    From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell!
    All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
    With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home,
    Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe
    And make my wars on you: look to't: come on;
    If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
    As they us to our trenches followed.
    [Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and CORIOLANUS]
    follows them to the gates]
    So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds:
    'Tis for the followers fortune widens them,
    Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.

    First Soldier. Fool-hardiness; not I.

2 I / 4
  • See, they have shut him in.
  • See, they have shut him in.
  • Second Soldier. Nor I.

    First Soldier. See, they have shut him in.

3 I / 4
  • Following the fliers at the very heels,
    With them he enters; who, upon the s...
  • Following the fliers at the very heels,
    With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
    Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,
    To answer all the city.
  • All. Slain, sir, doubtless.

    First Soldier. Following the fliers at the very heels,
    With them he enters; who, upon the sudden,
    Clapp'd to their gates: he is himself alone,
    To answer all the city.

4 I / 4
  • Look, sir.
  • Look, sir.
  • Titus Lartius. O noble fellow!
    Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
    And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, CORIOLANUS:
    A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
    Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
    Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
    Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
    The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
    Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world
    Were feverous and did tremble.

    First Soldier. Look, sir.

5 I / 10
  • 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
  • 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.
  • Tullus Aufidius. The town is ta'en!

    First Soldier. 'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition.

6 I / 10
  • He's the devil.
  • He's the devil.
  • Tullus Aufidius. Condition!
    I would I were a Roman; for I cannot,
    Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition!
    What good condition can a treaty find
    I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, CORIOLANUS,
    I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me,
    And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
    As often as we eat. By the elements,
    If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,
    He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation
    Hath not that honour in't it had; for where
    I thought to crush him in an equal force,
    True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way
    Or wrath or craft may get him.

    First Soldier. He's the devil.

7 I / 10
  • Will not you go?
  • Will not you go?
  • Tullus Aufidius. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd
    With only suffering stain by him; for him
    Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary,
    Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,
    The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
    Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
    Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
    My hate to CORIOLANUS: where I find him, were it
    At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,
    Against the hospitable canon, would I
    Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city;
    Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must
    Be hostages for Rome.

    First Soldier. Will not you go?

8 I / 10
  • I shall, sir.
  • I shall, sir.
  • Tullus Aufidius. I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you--
    'Tis south the city mills--bring me word thither
    How the world goes, that to the pace of it
    I may spur on my journey.

    First Soldier. I shall, sir.

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