Speeches (Lines) for Cominius in "The Tragedy of Coriolanus"

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1 I / 1
  • You have fought together.
  • You have fought together.
  • Coriolanus. They have a leader,
    Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
    I sin in envying his nobility,
    And were I any thing but what I am,
    I would wish me only he.

    Cominius. You have fought together.

2 I / 1
  • It is your former promise.
  • It is your former promise.
  • First Senator. Then, worthy CORIOLANUS,
    Attend upon Cominius to these wars.

    Cominius. It is your former promise.

3 I / 1
  • Noble CORIOLANUS!
  • Noble CORIOLANUS!
  • Titus Lartius. [To COMINIUS] Lead you on.
    [To CORIOLANUS] Follow Cominius; we must follow you;]
    Right worthy you priority.

    Cominius. Noble CORIOLANUS!

4 I / 6
  • Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
    we are come off
    Like Romans, neith...
  • Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
    we are come off
    Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
    Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
    We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
    By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
    The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
    Lead their successes as we wish our own,
    That both our powers, with smiling
    fronts encountering,
    May give you thankful sacrifice.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    Thy news?
  • Titus Lartius. Thou worthiest CORIOLANUS!
    [Exit CORIOLANUS]
    Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
    Call thither all the officers o' the town,
    Where they shall know our mind: away!

    Cominius. Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
    we are come off
    Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
    Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
    We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
    By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
    The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
    Lead their successes as we wish our own,
    That both our powers, with smiling
    fronts encountering,
    May give you thankful sacrifice.
    [Enter a Messenger]
    Thy news?

5 I / 6
  • Though thou speak'st truth,
    Methinks thou speak'st not well.
    How long is...
  • Though thou speak'st truth,
    Methinks thou speak'st not well.
    How long is't since?
  • Messenger. The citizens of Corioli have issued,
    And given to TITUS and to CORIOLANUS battle:
    I saw our party to their trenches driven,
    And then I came away.

    Cominius. Though thou speak'st truth,
    Methinks thou speak'st not well.
    How long is't since?

6 I / 6
  • 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
    How couldst thou in a mile co...
  • 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
    How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
    And bring thy news so late?
  • Messenger. Above an hour, my lord.

    Cominius. 'Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums:
    How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
    And bring thy news so late?

7 I / 6
  • Who's yonder,
    That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
    He has the stam...
  • Who's yonder,
    That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
    He has the stamp of CORIOLANUS; and I have
    Before-time seen him thus.
  • Messenger. Spies of the Volsces
    Held me in chase, that I was forced to wheel
    Three or four miles about, else had I, sir,
    Half an hour since brought my report.

    Cominius. Who's yonder,
    That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
    He has the stamp of CORIOLANUS; and I have
    Before-time seen him thus.

8 I / 6
  • The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
    More than I know the sound of C...
  • The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
    More than I know the sound of CORIOLANUS' tongue
    From every meaner man.
  • Coriolanus. [Within] Come I too late?

    Cominius. The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabour
    More than I know the sound of CORIOLANUS' tongue
    From every meaner man.

9 I / 6
  • Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
    But mantled in your own.
  • Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
    But mantled in your own.
  • Coriolanus. Come I too late?

    Cominius. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
    But mantled in your own.

10 I / 6
  • Flower of warriors,
    How is it with Titus TITUS?
  • Flower of warriors,
    How is it with Titus TITUS?
  • Coriolanus. O, let me clip ye
    In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
    As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
    And tapers burn'd to bedward!

    Cominius. Flower of warriors,
    How is it with Titus TITUS?

11 I / 6
  • Where is that slave
    Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
    Wh...
  • Where is that slave
    Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
    Where is he? call him hither.
  • Coriolanus. As with a man busied about decrees:
    Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
    Ransoming him, or pitying, threatening the other;
    Holding Corioli in the name of Rome,
    Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
    To let him slip at will.

    Cominius. Where is that slave
    Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
    Where is he? call him hither.

12 I / 6
  • But how prevail'd you?
  • But how prevail'd you?
  • Coriolanus. Let him alone;
    He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,
    The common file--a plague! tribunes for them!--
    The mouse ne'er shunn'd the cat as they did budge
    From rascals worse than they.

    Cominius. But how prevail'd you?

13 I / 6
  • CORIOLANUS,
    We have at disadvantage fought and did
    Retire to win our pur...
  • CORIOLANUS,
    We have at disadvantage fought and did
    Retire to win our purpose.
  • Coriolanus. Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
    Where is the enemy? are you lords o' the field?
    If not, why cease you till you are so?

    Cominius. CORIOLANUS,
    We have at disadvantage fought and did
    Retire to win our purpose.

14 I / 6
  • As I guess, CORIOLANUS,
    Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
    Of t...
  • As I guess, CORIOLANUS,
    Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
    Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius,
    Their very heart of hope.
  • Coriolanus. How lies their battle? know you on which side
    They have placed their men of trust?

    Cominius. As I guess, CORIOLANUS,
    Their bands i' the vaward are the Antiates,
    Of their best trust; o'er them Aufidius,
    Their very heart of hope.

15 I / 6
  • Though I could wish
    You were conducted to a gentle bath
    And balms applie...
  • Though I could wish
    You were conducted to a gentle bath
    And balms applied to, you, yet dare I never
    Deny your asking: take your choice of those
    That best can aid your action.
  • Coriolanus. I do beseech you,
    By all the battles wherein we have fought,
    By the blood we have shed together, by the vows
    We have made to endure friends, that you directly
    Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates;
    And that you not delay the present, but,
    Filling the air with swords advanced and darts,
    We prove this very hour.

    Cominius. Though I could wish
    You were conducted to a gentle bath
    And balms applied to, you, yet dare I never
    Deny your asking: take your choice of those
    That best can aid your action.

16 I / 6
  • March on, my fellows:
    Make good this ostentation, and you shall
    Divide i...
  • March on, my fellows:
    Make good this ostentation, and you shall
    Divide in all with us.
  • Coriolanus. Those are they
    That most are willing. If any such be here--
    As it were sin to doubt--that love this painting
    Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
    Lesser his person than an ill report;
    If any think brave death outweighs bad life
    And that his country's dearer than himself;
    Let him alone, or so many so minded,
    Wave thus, to express his disposition,
    And follow CORIOLANUS.
    [They all shout and wave their swords, take him up in]
    their arms, and cast up their caps]
    O, me alone! make you a sword of me?
    If these shows be not outward, which of you
    But is four Volsces? none of you but is
    Able to bear against the great Aufidius
    A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
    Though thanks to all, must I select
    from all: the rest
    Shall bear the business in some other fight,
    As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;
    And four shall quickly draw out my command,
    Which men are best inclined.

    Cominius. March on, my fellows:
    Make good this ostentation, and you shall
    Divide in all with us.

17 I / 9
  • If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
    Thou'ldst not believe thy de...
  • If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
    Thou'ldst not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it
    Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles,
    Where great patricians shall attend and shrug,
    I' the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted,
    And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the
    dull tribunes,
    That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
    Shall say against their hearts 'We thank the gods
    Our Rome hath such a soldier.'
    Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast,
    Having fully dined before.
    [Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power,]
    from the pursuit]
  • Tullus Aufidius. Wert thou the Hector
    That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
    Thou shouldst not scape me here.
    [They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of]
    AUFIDIUS. CORIOLANUS fights till they be driven in
    breathless]
    Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
    In your condemned seconds.

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

18 I / 9
  • You shall not be
    The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
    The value o...
  • You shall not be
    The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
    The value of her own: 'twere a concealment
    Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
    To hide your doings; and to silence that,
    Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd,
    Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you
    In sign of what you are, not to reward
    What you have done--before our army hear me.
  • Coriolanus. Pray now, no more: my mother,
    Who has a charter to extol her blood,
    When she does praise me grieves me. I have done
    As you have done; that's what I can; induced
    As you have been; that's for my country:
    He that has but effected his good will
    Hath overta'en mine act.

    Cominius. You shall not be
    The grave of your deserving; Rome must know
    The value of her own: 'twere a concealment
    Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement,
    To hide your doings; and to silence that,
    Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd,
    Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you
    In sign of what you are, not to reward
    What you have done--before our army hear me.

19 I / 9
  • Should they not,
    Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
    And tent th...
  • Should they not,
    Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
    And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
    Whereof we have ta'en good and good store, of all
    The treasure in this field achieved and city,
    We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth,
    Before the common distribution, at
    Your only choice.
  • Coriolanus. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
    To hear themselves remember'd.

    Cominius. Should they not,
    Well might they fester 'gainst ingratitude,
    And tent themselves with death. Of all the horses,
    Whereof we have ta'en good and good store, of all
    The treasure in this field achieved and city,
    We render you the tenth, to be ta'en forth,
    Before the common distribution, at
    Your only choice.

20 I / 9
  • Too modest are you;
    More cruel to your good report than grateful
    To us t...
  • Too modest are you;
    More cruel to your good report than grateful
    To us that give you truly: by your patience,
    If 'gainst yourself you be incensed, we'll put you,
    Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles,
    Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known,
    As to us, to all the world, that Caius CORIOLANUS
    Wears this war's garland: in token of the which,
    My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
    With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
    For what he did before Corioli, call him,
    With all the applause and clamour of the host,
    CAIUS CORIOLANUS CORIOLANUS! Bear
    The addition nobly ever!
  • Coriolanus. May these same instruments, which you profane,
    Never sound more! when drums and trumpets shall
    I' the field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be
    Made all of false-faced soothing!
    When steel grows soft as the parasite's silk,
    Let him be made a coverture for the wars!
    No more, I say! For that I have not wash'd
    My nose that bled, or foil'd some debile wretch.--
    Which, without note, here's many else have done,--
    You shout me forth
    In acclamations hyperbolical;
    As if I loved my little should be dieted
    In praises sauced with lies.

    Cominius. Too modest are you;
    More cruel to your good report than grateful
    To us that give you truly: by your patience,
    If 'gainst yourself you be incensed, we'll put you,
    Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles,
    Then reason safely with you. Therefore, be it known,
    As to us, to all the world, that Caius CORIOLANUS
    Wears this war's garland: in token of the which,
    My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him,
    With all his trim belonging; and from this time,
    For what he did before Corioli, call him,
    With all the applause and clamour of the host,
    CAIUS CORIOLANUS CORIOLANUS! Bear
    The addition nobly ever!

21 I / 9
  • So, to our tent;
    Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
    To Rome of ou...
  • So, to our tent;
    Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
    To Rome of our success. You, Titus TITUS,
    Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
    The best, with whom we may articulate,
    For their own good and ours.
  • Coriolanus. I will go wash;
    And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
    Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.
    I mean to stride your steed, and at all times
    To undercrest your good addition
    To the fairness of my power.

    Cominius. So, to our tent;
    Where, ere we do repose us, we will write
    To Rome of our success. You, Titus TITUS,
    Must to Corioli back: send us to Rome
    The best, with whom we may articulate,
    For their own good and ours.

22 I / 9
  • Take't; 'tis yours. What is't?
  • Take't; 'tis yours. What is't?
  • Coriolanus. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now
    Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg
    Of my lord general.

    Cominius. Take't; 'tis yours. What is't?

23 I / 9
  • O, well begg'd!
    Were he the butcher of my son, he should
    Be free as is t...
  • O, well begg'd!
    Were he the butcher of my son, he should
    Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
  • Coriolanus. I sometime lay here in Corioli
    At a poor man's house; he used me kindly:
    He cried to me; I saw him prisoner;
    But then Aufidius was within my view,
    And wrath o'erwhelm'd my pity: I request you
    To give my poor host freedom.

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

24 I / 9
  • Go we to our tent:
    The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
    It should...
  • Go we to our tent:
    The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
    It should be look'd to: come.
  • Coriolanus. By Jupiter! forgot.
    I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
    Have we no wine here?

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

25 II / 1
  • Look, sir, your mother!
  • Look, sir, your mother!
  • Coriolanus. No more of this; it does offend my heart:
    Pray now, no more.

    Cominius. Look, sir, your mother!

26 II / 1
  • Ever right.
  • Ever right.
  • Menenius Agrippa. A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep
    And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.
    A curse begin at very root on's heart,
    That is not glad to see thee! You are three
    That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,
    We have some old crab-trees here
    at home that will not
    Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:
    We call a nettle but a nettle and
    The faults of fools but folly.

    Cominius. Ever right.

27 II / 1
  • On, to the Capitol!
    [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before.]
    BRU...
  • On, to the Capitol!
    [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before.]
    BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward]
  • Coriolanus. Know, good mother,
    I had rather be their servant in my way,
    Than sway with them in theirs.

    Cominius. On, to the Capitol!
    [Flourish. Cornets. Exeunt in state, as before.]
    BRUTUS and SICINIUS come forward]

28 II / 2
  • I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
    Should not be utter'd feebly. It...
  • I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
    Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
    That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
    Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
    The man I speak of cannot in the world
    Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,
    When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
    Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
    Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
    When with his Amazonian chin he drove
    The bristled lips before him: be bestrid
    An o'er-press'd Roman and i' the consul's view
    Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
    And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
    When he might act the woman in the scene,
    He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
    Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
    Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea,
    And in the brunt of seventeen battles since
    He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,
    Before and in Corioli, let me say,
    I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers;
    And by his rare example made the coward
    Turn terror into sport: as weeds before
    A vessel under sail, so men obey'd
    And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,
    Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
    He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
    Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd
    The mortal gate of the city, which he painted
    With shunless destiny; aidless came off,
    And with a sudden reinforcement struck
    Corioli like a planet: now all's his:
    When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce
    His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
    Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
    And to the battle came he; where he did
    Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
    'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd
    Both field and city ours, he never stood
    To ease his breast with panting.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Masters of the people,
    Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
    That's thousand to one good one--when you now see
    He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
    Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.

    Cominius. I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
    Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
    That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
    Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
    The man I speak of cannot in the world
    Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,
    When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
    Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
    Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
    When with his Amazonian chin he drove
    The bristled lips before him: be bestrid
    An o'er-press'd Roman and i' the consul's view
    Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
    And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
    When he might act the woman in the scene,
    He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
    Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
    Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea,
    And in the brunt of seventeen battles since
    He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,
    Before and in Corioli, let me say,
    I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers;
    And by his rare example made the coward
    Turn terror into sport: as weeds before
    A vessel under sail, so men obey'd
    And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,
    Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
    He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
    Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd
    The mortal gate of the city, which he painted
    With shunless destiny; aidless came off,
    And with a sudden reinforcement struck
    Corioli like a planet: now all's his:
    When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce
    His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
    Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
    And to the battle came he; where he did
    Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
    'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd
    Both field and city ours, he never stood
    To ease his breast with panting.

29 II / 2
  • Our spoils he kick'd at,
    And look'd upon things precious as they were
    Th...
  • Our spoils he kick'd at,
    And look'd upon things precious as they were
    The common muck of the world: he covets less
    Than misery itself would give; rewards
    His deeds with doing them, and is content
    To spend the time to end it.
  • First Senator. He cannot but with measure fit the honours
    Which we devise him.

    Cominius. Our spoils he kick'd at,
    And look'd upon things precious as they were
    The common muck of the world: he covets less
    Than misery itself would give; rewards
    His deeds with doing them, and is content
    To spend the time to end it.

30 III / 1
  • They are worn, lord consul, so,
    That we shall hardly in our ages see
    The...
  • They are worn, lord consul, so,
    That we shall hardly in our ages see
    Their banners wave again.
  • Coriolanus. So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
    Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
    Upon's again.

    Cominius. They are worn, lord consul, so,
    That we shall hardly in our ages see
    Their banners wave again.

31 III / 1
  • Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
  • Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?
  • Menenius Agrippa. The matter?

    Cominius. Hath he not pass'd the noble and the common?

32 III / 1
  • The people are abused; set on. This paltering
    Becomes not Rome, nor has Cori...
  • The people are abused; set on. This paltering
    Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
    Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
    I' the plain way of his merit.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Let's be calm.

    Cominius. The people are abused; set on. This paltering
    Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
    Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
    I' the plain way of his merit.

33 III / 1
  • 'Twas from the canon.
  • 'Twas from the canon.
  • Coriolanus. Shall remain!
    Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
    His absolute 'shall'?

    Cominius. 'Twas from the canon.

34 III / 1
  • Well, on to the market-place.
  • Well, on to the market-place.
  • Coriolanus. 'Shall'!
    O good but most unwise patricians! why,
    You grave but reckless senators, have you thus
    Given Hydra here to choose an officer,
    That with his peremptory 'shall,' being but
    The horn and noise o' the monster's, wants not spirit
    To say he'll turn your current in a ditch,
    And make your channel his? If he have power
    Then vail your ignorance; if none, awake
    Your dangerous lenity. If you are learn'd,
    Be not as common fools; if you are not,
    Let them have cushions by you. You are plebeians,
    If they be senators: and they are no less,
    When, both your voices blended, the great'st taste
    Most palates theirs. They choose their magistrate,
    And such a one as he, who puts his 'shall,'
    His popular 'shall' against a graver bench
    Than ever frown in Greece. By Jove himself!
    It makes the consuls base: and my soul aches
    To know, when two authorities are up,
    Neither supreme, how soon confusion
    May enter 'twixt the gap of both and take
    The one by the other.

    Cominius. Well, on to the market-place.

35 III / 1
  • Aged sir, hands off.
  • Aged sir, hands off.
  • Coriolanus. Hence, old goat!

    Cominius. Aged sir, hands off.

36 III / 1
  • That is the way to lay the city flat;
    To bring the roof to the foundation, <...
  • That is the way to lay the city flat;
    To bring the roof to the foundation,
    And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
    In heaps and piles of ruin.
  • Menenius Agrippa. And so are like to do.

    Cominius. That is the way to lay the city flat;
    To bring the roof to the foundation,
    And bury all, which yet distinctly ranges,
    In heaps and piles of ruin.

37 III / 1
  • Help CORIOLANUS, help,
    You that be noble; help him, young and old!
  • Help CORIOLANUS, help,
    You that be noble; help him, young and old!
  • Junius Brutus. Lay hands upon him.

    Cominius. Help CORIOLANUS, help,
    You that be noble; help him, young and old!

38 III / 1
  • Stand fast;
    We have as many friends as enemies.
  • Stand fast;
    We have as many friends as enemies.
  • Second Senator. Get you gone.

    Cominius. Stand fast;
    We have as many friends as enemies.

39 III / 1
  • Come, sir, along with us.
  • Come, sir, along with us.
  • Menenius Agrippa. For 'tis a sore upon us,
    You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.

    Cominius. Come, sir, along with us.

40 III / 1
  • I could myself
    Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
    two tribune...
  • I could myself
    Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
    two tribunes:
    But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
    And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
    Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
    Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
    Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
    What they are used to bear.
  • Coriolanus. On fair ground
    I could beat forty of them.

    Cominius. I could myself
    Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
    two tribunes:
    But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
    And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
    Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
    Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
    Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
    What they are used to bear.

41 III / 1
  • Nay, come away.
  • Nay, come away.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Pray you, be gone:
    I'll try whether my old wit be in request
    With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
    With cloth of any colour.

    Cominius. Nay, come away.

42 III / 2
  • I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit
    You make strong party, or...
  • I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit
    You make strong party, or defend yourself
    By calmness or by absence: all's in anger.
  • Volumnia. Prithee now,
    Go, and be ruled: although I know thou hadst rather
    Follow thine enemy in a fiery gulf
    Than flatter him in a bower. Here is Cominius.

    Cominius. I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit
    You make strong party, or defend yourself
    By calmness or by absence: all's in anger.

43 III / 2
  • I think 'twill serve, if he
    Can thereto frame his spirit.
  • I think 'twill serve, if he
    Can thereto frame his spirit.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Only fair speech.

    Cominius. I think 'twill serve, if he
    Can thereto frame his spirit.

44 III / 2
  • Come, come, we'll prompt you.
  • Come, come, we'll prompt you.
  • Coriolanus. Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
    Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
    A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't:
    Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
    This mould of CORIOLANUS, they to dust should grind it
    And throw't against the wind. To the market-place!
    You have put me now to such a part which never
    I shall discharge to the life.

    Cominius. Come, come, we'll prompt you.

45 III / 2
  • Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
    To answer mildly; for they ar...
  • Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
    To answer mildly; for they are prepared
    With accusations, as I hear, more strong
    Than are upon you yet.
  • Volumnia. Do your will.

    Cominius. Away! the tribunes do attend you: arm yourself
    To answer mildly; for they are prepared
    With accusations, as I hear, more strong
    Than are upon you yet.

46 III / 3
  • Well, well, no more.
  • Well, well, no more.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Consider further,
    That when he speaks not like a citizen,
    You find him like a soldier: do not take
    His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
    But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
    Rather than envy you.

    Cominius. Well, well, no more.

47 III / 3
  • Know, I pray you,--
  • Know, I pray you,--
  • Menenius Agrippa. Is this the promise that you made your mother?

    Cominius. Know, I pray you,--

48 III / 3
  • Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,--
  • Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,--
  • Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so; let him away:
    He's banish'd, and it shall be so.

    Cominius. Hear me, my masters, and my common friends,--

49 III / 3
  • Let me speak:
    I have been consul, and can show for Rome
    Her enemies' mar...
  • Let me speak:
    I have been consul, and can show for Rome
    Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love
    My country's good with a respect more tender,
    More holy and profound, than mine own life,
    My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
    And treasure of my loins; then if I would
    Speak that,--
  • Sicinius Velutus. He's sentenced; no more hearing.

    Cominius. Let me speak:
    I have been consul, and can show for Rome
    Her enemies' marks upon me. I do love
    My country's good with a respect more tender,
    More holy and profound, than mine own life,
    My dear wife's estimate, her womb's increase,
    And treasure of my loins; then if I would
    Speak that,--

50 IV / 3
  • I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
    Where thou shalt rest, that thou...
  • I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
    Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us
    And we of thee: so if the time thrust forth
    A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
    O'er the vast world to seek a single man,
    And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
    I' the absence of the needer.
  • Coriolanus. O the gods!

    Cominius. I'll follow thee a month, devise with thee
    Where thou shalt rest, that thou mayst hear of us
    And we of thee: so if the time thrust forth
    A cause for thy repeal, we shall not send
    O'er the vast world to seek a single man,
    And lose advantage, which doth ever cool
    I' the absence of the needer.

51 IV / 6
  • O, you have made good work!
  • O, you have made good work!
  • Second Messenger. You are sent for to the senate:
    A fearful army, led by Caius CORIOLANUS
    Associated with Aufidius, rages
    Upon our territories; and have already
    O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took
    What lay before them.

    Cominius. O, you have made good work!

52 IV / 6
  • You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
    To melt the city leads upon y...
  • You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
    To melt the city leads upon your pates,
    To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,--
  • Menenius Agrippa. What news? what news?

    Cominius. You have holp to ravish your own daughters and
    To melt the city leads upon your pates,
    To see your wives dishonour'd to your noses,--

53 IV / 6
  • Your temples burned in their cement, and
    Your franchises, whereon you stood,...
  • Your temples burned in their cement, and
    Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
    Into an auger's bore.
  • Menenius Agrippa. What's the news? what's the news?

    Cominius. Your temples burned in their cement, and
    Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
    Into an auger's bore.

54 IV / 6
  • If!
    He is their god: he leads them like a thing
    Made by some other deity...
  • If!
    He is their god: he leads them like a thing
    Made by some other deity than nature,
    That shapes man better; and they follow him,
    Against us brats, with no less confidence
    Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
    Or butchers killing flies.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Pray now, your news?
    You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?--
    If CORIOLANUS should be join'd with Volscians,--

    Cominius. If!
    He is their god: he leads them like a thing
    Made by some other deity than nature,
    That shapes man better; and they follow him,
    Against us brats, with no less confidence
    Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
    Or butchers killing flies.

55 IV / 6
  • He will shake
    Your Rome about your ears.
  • He will shake
    Your Rome about your ears.
  • Menenius Agrippa. You have made good work,
    You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much
    on the voice of occupation and
    The breath of garlic-eaters!

    Cominius. He will shake
    Your Rome about your ears.

56 IV / 6
  • Ay; and you'll look pale
    Before you find it other. All the regions
    Do sm...
  • Ay; and you'll look pale
    Before you find it other. All the regions
    Do smilingly revolt; and who resist
    Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
    And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
    Your enemies and his find something in him.
  • Junius Brutus. But is this true, sir?

    Cominius. Ay; and you'll look pale
    Before you find it other. All the regions
    Do smilingly revolt; and who resist
    Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
    And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
    Your enemies and his find something in him.

57 IV / 6
  • Who shall ask it?
    The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
    Deserve...
  • Who shall ask it?
    The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
    Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
    Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
    Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even
    As those should do that had deserved his hate,
    And therein show'd like enemies.
  • Menenius Agrippa. We are all undone, unless
    The noble man have mercy.

    Cominius. Who shall ask it?
    The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
    Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
    Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
    Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even
    As those should do that had deserved his hate,
    And therein show'd like enemies.

58 IV / 6
  • You have brought
    A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
    So incapable o...
  • You have brought
    A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
    So incapable of help.
  • Menenius Agrippa. 'Tis true:
    If he were putting to my house the brand
    That should consume it, I have not the face
    To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands,
    You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!

    Cominius. You have brought
    A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
    So incapable of help.

59 IV / 6
  • But I fear
    They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
    The second name o...
  • But I fear
    They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
    The second name of men, obeys his points
    As if he were his officer: desperation
    Is all the policy, strength and defence,
    That Rome can make against them.
  • Menenius Agrippa. How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
    And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,
    Who did hoot him out o' the city.

    Cominius. But I fear
    They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
    The second name of men, obeys his points
    As if he were his officer: desperation
    Is all the policy, strength and defence,
    That Rome can make against them.

60 IV / 6
  • Ye re goodly things, you voices!
  • Ye re goodly things, you voices!
  • Third Citizen. And so did I; and, to say the truth, so did very
    many of us: that we did, we did for the best; and
    though we willingly consented to his banishment, yet
    it was against our will.

    Cominius. Ye re goodly things, you voices!

61 IV / 6
  • O, ay, what else?
  • O, ay, what else?
  • Menenius Agrippa. You have made
    Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?

    Cominius. O, ay, what else?

62 V / 1
  • He would not seem to know me.
  • He would not seem to know me.
  • Menenius Agrippa. No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said
    Which was sometime his general; who loved him
    In a most dear particular. He call'd me father:
    But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him;
    A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
    The way into his mercy: nay, if he coy'd
    To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.

    Cominius. He would not seem to know me.

63 V / 1
  • Yet one time he did call me by my name:
    I urged our old acquaintance, and th...
  • Yet one time he did call me by my name:
    I urged our old acquaintance, and the drops
    That we have bled together. Coriolanus
    He would not answer to: forbad all names;
    He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
    Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire
    Of burning Rome.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Do you hear?

    Cominius. Yet one time he did call me by my name:
    I urged our old acquaintance, and the drops
    That we have bled together. Coriolanus
    He would not answer to: forbad all names;
    He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
    Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire
    Of burning Rome.

64 V / 1
  • I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
    When it was less expected: he replied...
  • I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
    When it was less expected: he replied,
    It was a bare petition of a state
    To one whom they had punish'd.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Why, so: you have made good work!
    A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
    To make coals cheap,--a noble memory!

    Cominius. I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
    When it was less expected: he replied,
    It was a bare petition of a state
    To one whom they had punish'd.

65 V / 1
  • I offer'd to awaken his regard
    For's private friends: his answer to me was,...
  • I offer'd to awaken his regard
    For's private friends: his answer to me was,
    He could not stay to pick them in a pile
    Of noisome musty chaff: he said 'twas folly,
    For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
    And still to nose the offence.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Very well:
    Could he say less?

    Cominius. I offer'd to awaken his regard
    For's private friends: his answer to me was,
    He could not stay to pick them in a pile
    Of noisome musty chaff: he said 'twas folly,
    For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
    And still to nose the offence.

66 V / 1
  • He'll never hear him.
  • He'll never hear him.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Good faith, I'll prove him,
    Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge
    Of my success.

    Cominius. He'll never hear him.

67 V / 1
  • I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye
    Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his i...
  • I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye
    Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury
    The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him;
    'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise;' dismiss'd me
    Thus, with his speechless hand: what he would do,
    He sent in writing after me; what he would not,
    Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:
    So that all hope is vain.
    Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
    Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him
    For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,
    And with our fair entreaties haste them on.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Not?

    Cominius. I tell you, he does sit in gold, his eye
    Red as 'twould burn Rome; and his injury
    The gaoler to his pity. I kneel'd before him;
    'Twas very faintly he said 'Rise;' dismiss'd me
    Thus, with his speechless hand: what he would do,
    He sent in writing after me; what he would not,
    Bound with an oath to yield to his conditions:
    So that all hope is vain.
    Unless his noble mother, and his wife;
    Who, as I hear, mean to solicit him
    For mercy to his country. Therefore, let's hence,
    And with our fair entreaties haste them on.

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