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

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1 I / 1
  • Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
    That, rubbing the poor it...
  • Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
    That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
    Make yourselves scabs?
  • Menenius Agrippa. For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest,
    Of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost:
    Thou rascal, that art worst in blood to run,
    Lead'st first to win some vantage.
    But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs:
    Rome and her rats are at the point of battle;
    The one side must have bale.
    [Enter CAIUS CORIOLANUS]
    Hail, noble CORIOLANUS!

    Coriolanus. Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
    That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
    Make yourselves scabs?

2 I / 1
  • He that will give good words to thee will flatter
    Beneath abhorring. What wo...
  • He that will give good words to thee will flatter
    Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
    That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
    The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
    Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
    Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
    Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
    Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is
    To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
    And curse that justice did it.
    Who deserves greatness
    Deserves your hate; and your affections are
    A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
    Which would increase his evil. He that depends
    Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
    And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?
    With every minute you do change a mind,
    And call him noble that was now your hate,
    Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
    That in these several places of the city
    You cry against the noble senate, who,
    Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
    Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?
  • First Citizen. We have ever your good word.

    Coriolanus. He that will give good words to thee will flatter
    Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
    That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,
    The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
    Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
    Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
    Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
    Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is
    To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
    And curse that justice did it.
    Who deserves greatness
    Deserves your hate; and your affections are
    A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
    Which would increase his evil. He that depends
    Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
    And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?
    With every minute you do change a mind,
    And call him noble that was now your hate,
    Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
    That in these several places of the city
    You cry against the noble senate, who,
    Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
    Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?

3 I / 1
  • Hang 'em! They say!
    They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
    What's...
  • Hang 'em! They say!
    They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
    What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise,
    Who thrives and who declines; side factions
    and give out
    Conjectural marriages; making parties strong
    And feebling such as stand not in their liking
    Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's
    grain enough!
    Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
    And let me use my sword, I'll make a quarry
    With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
    As I could pick my lance.
  • Menenius Agrippa. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
    The city is well stored.

    Coriolanus. Hang 'em! They say!
    They'll sit by the fire, and presume to know
    What's done i' the Capitol; who's like to rise,
    Who thrives and who declines; side factions
    and give out
    Conjectural marriages; making parties strong
    And feebling such as stand not in their liking
    Below their cobbled shoes. They say there's
    grain enough!
    Would the nobility lay aside their ruth,
    And let me use my sword, I'll make a quarry
    With thousands of these quarter'd slaves, as high
    As I could pick my lance.

4 I / 1
  • They are dissolved: hang 'em!
    They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth pr...
  • They are dissolved: hang 'em!
    They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs,
    That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
    That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
    Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds
    They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,
    And a petition granted them, a strange one--
    To break the heart of generosity,
    And make bold power look pale--they threw their caps
    As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
    Shouting their emulation.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
    For though abundantly they lack discretion,
    Yet are they passing cowardly. But, I beseech you,
    What says the other troop?

    Coriolanus. They are dissolved: hang 'em!
    They said they were an-hungry; sigh'd forth proverbs,
    That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat,
    That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not
    Corn for the rich men only: with these shreds
    They vented their complainings; which being answer'd,
    And a petition granted them, a strange one--
    To break the heart of generosity,
    And make bold power look pale--they threw their caps
    As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
    Shouting their emulation.

5 I / 1
  • Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
    Of their own choice: one's Jun...
  • Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
    Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
    Sicinius Velutus, and I know not--'Sdeath!
    The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
    Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
    Win upon power and throw forth greater themes
    For insurrection's arguing.
  • Menenius Agrippa. What is granted them?

    Coriolanus. Five tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdoms,
    Of their own choice: one's Junius Brutus,
    Sicinius Velutus, and I know not--'Sdeath!
    The rabble should have first unroof'd the city,
    Ere so prevail'd with me: it will in time
    Win upon power and throw forth greater themes
    For insurrection's arguing.

6 I / 1
  • Go, get you home, you fragments!
  • Go, get you home, you fragments!
  • Menenius Agrippa. This is strange.

    Coriolanus. Go, get you home, you fragments!

7 I / 1
  • Here: what's the matter?
  • Here: what's the matter?
  • Messenger. Where's Caius CORIOLANUS?

    Coriolanus. Here: what's the matter?

8 I / 1
  • I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
    Our musty superfluity. See,...
  • I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
    Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
    [Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators;]
    JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS]
  • Messenger. The news is, sir, the Volsces are in arms.

    Coriolanus. I am glad on 't: then we shall ha' means to vent
    Our musty superfluity. See, our best elders.
    [Enter COMINIUS, TITUS LARTIUS, and other Senators;]
    JUNIUS BRUTUS and SICINIUS VELUTUS]

9 I / 1
  • They have a leader,
    Tullus Aufidius, that will put you to 't.
    I sin in e...
  • 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.
  • First Senator. CORIOLANUS, 'tis true that you have lately told us;
    The Volsces are in arms.

    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.

10 I / 1
  • Were half to half the world by the ears and he.
    Upon my party, I'ld revolt t...
  • Were half to half the world by the ears and he.
    Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make
    Only my wars with him: he is a lion
    That I am proud to hunt.
  • Cominius. You have fought together.

    Coriolanus. Were half to half the world by the ears and he.
    Upon my party, I'ld revolt to make
    Only my wars with him: he is a lion
    That I am proud to hunt.

11 I / 1
  • Sir, it is;
    And I am constant. Titus TITUS, thou
    Shalt see me once more...
  • Sir, it is;
    And I am constant. Titus TITUS, thou
    Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
    What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?
  • Cominius. It is your former promise.

    Coriolanus. Sir, it is;
    And I am constant. Titus TITUS, thou
    Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus' face.
    What, art thou stiff? stand'st out?

12 I / 1
  • Nay, let them follow:
    The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
  • Nay, let them follow:
    The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
    To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
    Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
    [Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS]
    and BRUTUS]
  • First Senator. [To the Citizens] Hence to your homes; be gone!

    Coriolanus. Nay, let them follow:
    The Volsces have much corn; take these rats thither
    To gnaw their garners. Worshipful mutiners,
    Your valour puts well forth: pray, follow.
    [Citizens steal away. Exeunt all but SICINIUS]
    and BRUTUS]

13 I / 4
  • Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
  • Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.
  • Valeria. Well, then, farewell.

    Coriolanus. Yonder comes news. A wager they have met.

14 I / 4
  • 'Tis done.
  • 'Tis done.
  • Titus Lartius. My horse to yours, no.

    Coriolanus. 'Tis done.

15 I / 4
  • Say, has our general met the enemy?
  • Say, has our general met the enemy?
  • Titus Lartius. Agreed.

    Coriolanus. Say, has our general met the enemy?

16 I / 4
  • I'll buy him of you.
  • I'll buy him of you.
  • Titus Lartius. So, the good horse is mine.

    Coriolanus. I'll buy him of you.

17 I / 4
  • How far off lie these armies?
  • How far off lie these armies?
  • Titus Lartius. No, I'll nor sell nor give him: lend you him I will
    For half a hundred years. Summon the town.

    Coriolanus. How far off lie these armies?

18 I / 4
  • Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
    Now, Mars, I prithee, make u...
  • Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
    Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
    That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
    To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
    [They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others]
    on the walls]
    Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
  • Messenger. Within this mile and half.

    Coriolanus. Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
    Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
    That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
    To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
    [They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others]
    on the walls]
    Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?

19 I / 4
  • O, they are at it!
  • O, they are at it!
  • First Senator. No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
    That's lesser than a little.
    [Drums afar off]
    Hark! our drums
    Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls,
    Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,
    Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes;
    They'll open of themselves.
    [Alarum afar off]
    Hark you. far off!
    There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
    Amongst your cloven army.

    Coriolanus. O, they are at it!

20 I / 4
  • They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
    Now put your shields before yo...
  • They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
    Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
    With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
    brave Titus:
    They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
    Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:
    He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce,
    And he shall feel mine edge.
    [Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their]
    trenches. Re-enter CORIOLANUS cursing]
  • Titus Lartius. Their noise be our instruction. Ladders, ho!

    Coriolanus. They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
    Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
    With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
    brave Titus:
    They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
    Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:
    He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce,
    And he shall feel mine edge.
    [Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their]
    trenches. Re-enter CORIOLANUS cursing]

21 I / 4
  • All the contagion of the south light on you,
    You shames of Rome! you herd of...
  • 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.
  • Coriolanus. They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
    Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
    With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
    brave Titus:
    They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
    Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:
    He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce,
    And he shall feel mine edge.
    [Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their]
    trenches. Re-enter CORIOLANUS cursing]

    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.

22 I / 5
  • See here these movers that do prize their hours
    At a crack'd drachm! Cushion...
  • See here these movers that do prize their hours
    At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
    Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
    Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
    Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
    And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
    There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
    Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
    Convenient numbers to make good the city;
    Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
    To help Cominius.
  • Third Roman. A murrain on't! I took this for silver.

    Coriolanus. See here these movers that do prize their hours
    At a crack'd drachm! Cushions, leaden spoons,
    Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
    Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
    Ere yet the fight be done, pack up: down with them!
    And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
    There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius,
    Piercing our Romans: then, valiant Titus, take
    Convenient numbers to make good the city;
    Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
    To help Cominius.

23 I / 5
  • Sir, praise me not;
    My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
    The b...
  • Sir, praise me not;
    My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
    The blood I drop is rather physical
    Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
    I will appear, and fight.
  • Titus Lartius. Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
    Thy exercise hath been too violent for
    A second course of fight.

    Coriolanus. Sir, praise me not;
    My work hath yet not warm'd me: fare you well:
    The blood I drop is rather physical
    Than dangerous to me: to Aufidius thus
    I will appear, and fight.

24 I / 5
  • Thy friend no less
    Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
  • Thy friend no less
    Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.
  • Titus Lartius. Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
    Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
    Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
    Prosperity be thy page!

    Coriolanus. Thy friend no less
    Than those she placeth highest! So, farewell.

25 I / 6
  • [Within] Come I too late?
  • [Within] Come I too late?
  • 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.

    Coriolanus. [Within] Come I too late?

26 I / 6
  • Come I too late?
  • 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.

    Coriolanus. Come I too late?

27 I / 6
  • O, let me clip ye
    In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
    As merry as...
  • 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. Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
    But mantled in your own.

    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!

28 I / 6
  • As with a man busied about decrees:
    Condemning some to death, and some to ex...
  • 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. Flower of warriors,
    How is it with Titus TITUS?

    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.

29 I / 6
  • Let him alone;
    He did inform the truth: but for our gentlemen,
    The commo...
  • 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. Where is that slave
    Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
    Where is he? call him hither.

    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.

30 I / 6
  • Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
    Where is the enemy? are you lor...
  • 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. But how prevail'd you?

    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?

31 I / 6
  • How lies their battle? know you on which side
    They have placed their men of...
  • How lies their battle? know you on which side
    They have placed their men of trust?
  • Cominius. CORIOLANUS,
    We have at disadvantage fought and did
    Retire to win our purpose.

    Coriolanus. How lies their battle? know you on which side
    They have placed their men of trust?

32 I / 6
  • I do beseech you,
    By all the battles wherein we have fought,
    By the bloo...
  • 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. 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. 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.

33 I / 6
  • Those are they
    That most are willing. If any such be here--
    As it were s...
  • 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. 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. 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.

34 I / 8
  • I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
    Worse than a promise-break...
  • I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
    Worse than a promise-breaker.
  • Titus Lartius. Hence, and shut your gates upon's.
    Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.

    Coriolanus. I'll fight with none but thee; for I do hate thee
    Worse than a promise-breaker.

35 I / 8
  • Let the first budger die the other's slave,
    And the gods doom him after!
  • Let the first budger die the other's slave,
    And the gods doom him after!
  • Tullus Aufidius. We hate alike:
    Not Afric owns a serpent I abhor
    More than thy fame and envy. Fix thy foot.

    Coriolanus. Let the first budger die the other's slave,
    And the gods doom him after!

36 I / 8
  • Within these three hours, Tullus,
    Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
    ...
  • Within these three hours, Tullus,
    Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
    And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood
    Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
    Wrench up thy power to the highest.
  • Tullus Aufidius. If I fly, CORIOLANUS,
    Holloa me like a hare.

    Coriolanus. Within these three hours, Tullus,
    Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
    And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood
    Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
    Wrench up thy power to the highest.

37 I / 9
  • Pray now, no more: my mother,
    Who has a charter to extol her blood,
    When...
  • 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.
  • Titus Lartius. O general,
    Here is the steed, we the caparison:
    Hadst thou beheld--

    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.

38 I / 9
  • I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
    To hear themselves remember'd.
  • I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
    To hear themselves remember'd.
  • 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.

    Coriolanus. I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
    To hear themselves remember'd.

39 I / 9
  • I thank you, general;
    But cannot make my heart consent to take
    A bribe t...
  • I thank you, general;
    But cannot make my heart consent to take
    A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
    And stand upon my common part with those
    That have beheld the doing.
    [A long flourish. They all cry 'CORIOLANUS! CORIOLANUS!']
    cast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and TITUS
    stand bare]
  • 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.

    Coriolanus. I thank you, general;
    But cannot make my heart consent to take
    A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
    And stand upon my common part with those
    That have beheld the doing.
    [A long flourish. They all cry 'CORIOLANUS! CORIOLANUS!']
    cast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and TITUS
    stand bare]

40 I / 9
  • May these same instruments, which you profane,
    Never sound more! when drums...
  • 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.
  • Coriolanus. I thank you, general;
    But cannot make my heart consent to take
    A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
    And stand upon my common part with those
    That have beheld the doing.
    [A long flourish. They all cry 'CORIOLANUS! CORIOLANUS!']
    cast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and TITUS
    stand bare]

    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.

41 I / 9
  • I will go wash;
    And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
    Whether I b...
  • 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.
  • All. Caius CORIOLANUS Coriolanus!

    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.

42 I / 9
  • The gods begin to mock me. I, that now
    Refused most princely gifts, am bound...
  • The gods begin to mock me. I, that now
    Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg
    Of my lord general.
  • Titus Lartius. I shall, my lord.

    Coriolanus. The gods begin to mock me. I, that now
    Refused most princely gifts, am bound to beg
    Of my lord general.

43 I / 9
  • I sometime lay here in Corioli
    At a poor man's house; he used me kindly:
  • 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. Take't; 'tis yours. What is't?

    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.

44 I / 9
  • By Jupiter! forgot.
    I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
    Have we no wine...
  • By Jupiter! forgot.
    I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
    Have we no wine here?
  • Titus Lartius. CORIOLANUS, his name?

    Coriolanus. By Jupiter! forgot.
    I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.
    Have we no wine here?

45 II / 1
  • No more of this; it does offend my heart:
    Pray now, no more.
  • No more of this; it does offend my heart:
    Pray now, no more.
  • All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanus!

    Coriolanus. No more of this; it does offend my heart:
    Pray now, no more.

46 II / 1
  • O,
    You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
    For my prosperity!
  • O,
    You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
    For my prosperity!
  • Cominius. Look, sir, your mother!

    Coriolanus. O,
    You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
    For my prosperity!

47 II / 1
  • My gracious silence, hail!
    Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd hom...
  • My gracious silence, hail!
    Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,
    That weep'st to see me triumph? Ay, my dear,
    Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
    And mothers that lack sons.
  • Volumnia. Nay, my good soldier, up;
    My gentle CORIOLANUS, worthy Caius, and
    By deed-achieving honour newly named,--
    What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?--
    But O, thy wife!

    Coriolanus. My gracious silence, hail!
    Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,
    That weep'st to see me triumph? Ay, my dear,
    Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
    And mothers that lack sons.

48 II / 1
  • And live you yet?
    [To VALERIA]
    O my sweet lady, pardon.
  • And live you yet?
    [To VALERIA]
    O my sweet lady, pardon.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Now, the gods crown thee!

    Coriolanus. And live you yet?
    [To VALERIA]
    O my sweet lady, pardon.

49 II / 1
  • Menenius ever, ever.
  • Menenius ever, ever.
  • Cominius. Ever right.

    Coriolanus. Menenius ever, ever.

50 II / 1
  • [To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA] Your hand, and yours:
    Ere in our own house I do s...
  • [To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA] Your hand, and yours:
    Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
    The good patricians must be visited;
    From whom I have received not only greetings,
    But with them change of honours.
  • Herald. Give way there, and go on!

    Coriolanus. [To VOLUMNIA and VIRGILIA] Your hand, and yours:
    Ere in our own house I do shade my head,
    The good patricians must be visited;
    From whom I have received not only greetings,
    But with them change of honours.

51 II / 1
  • Know, good mother,
    I had rather be their servant in my way,
    Than sway wi...
  • Know, good mother,
    I had rather be their servant in my way,
    Than sway with them in theirs.
  • Volumnia. I have lived
    To see inherited my very wishes
    And the buildings of my fancy: only
    There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
    Our Rome will cast upon thee.

    Coriolanus. Know, good mother,
    I had rather be their servant in my way,
    Than sway with them in theirs.

52 II / 2
  • Your horror's pardon:
    I had rather have my wounds to heal again
    Than hea...
  • Your horror's pardon:
    I had rather have my wounds to heal again
    Than hear say how I got them.
  • First Senator. Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear
    What you have nobly done.

    Coriolanus. Your horror's pardon:
    I had rather have my wounds to heal again
    Than hear say how I got them.

53 II / 2
  • No, sir: yet oft,
    When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
    You s...
  • No, sir: yet oft,
    When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
    You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but
    your people,
    I love them as they weigh.
  • Junius Brutus. Sir, I hope
    My words disbench'd you not.

    Coriolanus. No, sir: yet oft,
    When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
    You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but
    your people,
    I love them as they weigh.

54 II / 2
  • I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
    When the alarum were struck...
  • I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
    When the alarum were struck than idly sit
    To hear my nothings monster'd.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Pray now, sit down.

    Coriolanus. I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
    When the alarum were struck than idly sit
    To hear my nothings monster'd.

55 II / 2
  • I do owe them still
    My life and services.
  • I do owe them still
    My life and services.
  • Menenius Agrippa. The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
    To make thee consul.

    Coriolanus. I do owe them still
    My life and services.

56 II / 2
  • I do beseech you,
    Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
    Put on the g...
  • I do beseech you,
    Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
    Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
    For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
    That I may pass this doing.
  • Menenius Agrippa. It then remains
    That you do speak to the people.

    Coriolanus. I do beseech you,
    Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
    Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
    For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
    That I may pass this doing.

57 II / 2
  • It is apart
    That I shall blush in acting, and might well
    Be taken from t...
  • It is apart
    That I shall blush in acting, and might well
    Be taken from the people.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Put them not to't:
    Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
    Take to you, as your predecessors have,
    Your honour with your form.

    Coriolanus. It is apart
    That I shall blush in acting, and might well
    Be taken from the people.

58 II / 2
  • To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
    Show them the unaching scars which...
  • To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
    Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
    As if I had received them for the hire
    Of their breath only!
  • Junius Brutus. Mark you that?

    Coriolanus. To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
    Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
    As if I had received them for the hire
    Of their breath only!

59 II / 3
  • What must I say?
    'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring
    My tongue...
  • What must I say?
    'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring
    My tongue to such a pace:--'Look, sir, my wounds!
    I got them in my country's service, when
    Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran
    From the noise of our own drums.'
  • Menenius Agrippa. O sir, you are not right: have you not known
    The worthiest men have done't?

    Coriolanus. What must I say?
    'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring
    My tongue to such a pace:--'Look, sir, my wounds!
    I got them in my country's service, when
    Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran
    From the noise of our own drums.'

60 II / 3
  • Think upon me! hang 'em!
    I would they would forget me, like the virtues
    ...
  • Think upon me! hang 'em!
    I would they would forget me, like the virtues
    Which our divines lose by 'em.
  • Menenius Agrippa. O me, the gods!
    You must not speak of that: you must desire them
    To think upon you.

    Coriolanus. Think upon me! hang 'em!
    I would they would forget me, like the virtues
    Which our divines lose by 'em.

61 II / 3
  • Bid them wash their faces
    And keep their teeth clean.
    [Re-enter two of t...
  • Bid them wash their faces
    And keep their teeth clean.
    [Re-enter two of the Citizens]
    So, here comes a brace.
    [Re-enter a third Citizen]
    You know the cause, air, of my standing here.
  • Menenius Agrippa. You'll mar all:
    I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
    In wholesome manner.

    Coriolanus. Bid them wash their faces
    And keep their teeth clean.
    [Re-enter two of the Citizens]
    So, here comes a brace.
    [Re-enter a third Citizen]
    You know the cause, air, of my standing here.

62 II / 3
  • Mine own desert.
  • Mine own desert.
  • Third Citizen. We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't.

    Coriolanus. Mine own desert.

63 II / 3
  • Ay, but not mine own desire.
  • Ay, but not mine own desire.
  • Second Citizen. Your own desert!

    Coriolanus. Ay, but not mine own desire.

64 II / 3
  • No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
    poor with begging.
  • No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
    poor with begging.
  • Third Citizen. How not your own desire?

    Coriolanus. No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
    poor with begging.

65 II / 3
  • Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?
  • Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?
  • Third Citizen. You must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to
    gain by you.

    Coriolanus. Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship?

66 II / 3
  • Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
    show you, which shall be...
  • Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
    show you, which shall be yours in private. Your
    good voice, sir; what say you?
  • First Citizen. The price is to ask it kindly.

    Coriolanus. Kindly! Sir, I pray, let me ha't: I have wounds to
    show you, which shall be yours in private. Your
    good voice, sir; what say you?

67 II / 3
  • A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices
    begged. I have your alms: adi...
  • A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices
    begged. I have your alms: adieu.
  • Second Citizen. You shall ha' it, worthy sir.

    Coriolanus. A match, sir. There's in all two worthy voices
    begged. I have your alms: adieu.

68 II / 3
  • Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
    voices that I may be con...
  • Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
    voices that I may be consul, I have here the
    customary gown.
  • Second Citizen. An 'twere to give again,--but 'tis no matter.

    Coriolanus. Pray you now, if it may stand with the tune of your
    voices that I may be consul, I have here the
    customary gown.

69 II / 3
  • Your enigma?
  • Your enigma?
  • Fourth Citizen. You have deserved nobly of your country, and you
    have not deserved nobly.

    Coriolanus. Your enigma?

70 II / 3
  • You should account me the more virtuous that I have
    not been common in my lo...
  • You should account me the more virtuous that I have
    not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my
    sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer
    estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account
    gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is
    rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise
    the insinuating nod and be off to them most
    counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the
    bewitchment of some popular man and give it
    bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you,
    I may be consul.
  • Fourth Citizen. You have been a scourge to her enemies, you have
    been a rod to her friends; you have not indeed loved
    the common people.

    Coriolanus. You should account me the more virtuous that I have
    not been common in my love. I will, sir, flatter my
    sworn brother, the people, to earn a dearer
    estimation of them; 'tis a condition they account
    gentle: and since the wisdom of their choice is
    rather to have my hat than my heart, I will practise
    the insinuating nod and be off to them most
    counterfeitly; that is, sir, I will counterfeit the
    bewitchment of some popular man and give it
    bountiful to the desirers. Therefore, beseech you,
    I may be consul.

71 II / 3
  • I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I
    will make much of your v...
  • I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I
    will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.
  • Fourth Citizen. You have received many wounds for your country.

    Coriolanus. I will not seal your knowledge with showing them. I
    will make much of your voices, and so trouble you no further.

72 II / 3
  • Most sweet voices!
    Better it is to die, better to starve,
    Than crave the...
  • Most sweet voices!
    Better it is to die, better to starve,
    Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
    Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,
    To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
    Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:
    What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
    The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
    And mountainous error be too highly heapt
    For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,
    Let the high office and the honour go
    To one that would do thus. I am half through;
    The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.
    [Re-enter three Citizens more]
    Here come more voices.
    Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
    Watch'd for your voices; for Your voices bear
    Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six
    I have seen and heard of; for your voices have
    Done many things, some less, some more your voices:
    Indeed I would be consul.
  • "Both Citizens". The gods give you joy, sir, heartily!

    Coriolanus. Most sweet voices!
    Better it is to die, better to starve,
    Than crave the hire which first we do deserve.
    Why in this woolvish toge should I stand here,
    To beg of Hob and Dick, that do appear,
    Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't:
    What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
    The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
    And mountainous error be too highly heapt
    For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so,
    Let the high office and the honour go
    To one that would do thus. I am half through;
    The one part suffer'd, the other will I do.
    [Re-enter three Citizens more]
    Here come more voices.
    Your voices: for your voices I have fought;
    Watch'd for your voices; for Your voices bear
    Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six
    I have seen and heard of; for your voices have
    Done many things, some less, some more your voices:
    Indeed I would be consul.

73 II / 3
  • Worthy voices!
  • Worthy voices!
  • All Citizens. Amen, amen. God save thee, noble consul!

    Coriolanus. Worthy voices!

74 II / 3
  • Is this done?
  • Is this done?
  • Menenius Agrippa. You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes
    Endue you with the people's voice: remains
    That, in the official marks invested, you
    Anon do meet the senate.

    Coriolanus. Is this done?

75 II / 3
  • Where? at the senate-house?
  • Where? at the senate-house?
  • Sicinius Velutus. The custom of request you have discharged:
    The people do admit you, and are summon'd
    To meet anon, upon your approbation.

    Coriolanus. Where? at the senate-house?

76 II / 3
  • May I change these garments?
  • May I change these garments?
  • Sicinius Velutus. There, Coriolanus.

    Coriolanus. May I change these garments?

77 II / 3
  • That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
    Repair to the senate-house...
  • That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
    Repair to the senate-house.
  • Sicinius Velutus. You may, sir.

    Coriolanus. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
    Repair to the senate-house.

78 III / 1
  • Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
  • Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?
  • Sicinius Velutus. To the Capitol, come:
    We will be there before the stream o' the people;
    And this shall seem, as partly 'tis, their own,
    Which we have goaded onward.

    Coriolanus. Tullus Aufidius then had made new head?

79 III / 1
  • So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
    Ready, when time shall prompt the...
  • So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
    Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
    Upon's again.
  • Titus Lartius. He had, my lord; and that it was which caused
    Our swifter composition.

    Coriolanus. So then the Volsces stand but as at first,
    Ready, when time shall prompt them, to make road.
    Upon's again.

80 III / 1
  • Saw you Aufidius?
  • Saw you Aufidius?
  • Cominius. They are worn, lord consul, so,
    That we shall hardly in our ages see
    Their banners wave again.

    Coriolanus. Saw you Aufidius?

81 III / 1
  • Spoke he of me?
  • Spoke he of me?
  • Titus Lartius. On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse
    Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
    Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium.

    Coriolanus. Spoke he of me?

82 III / 1
  • How? what?
  • How? what?
  • Titus Lartius. He did, my lord.

    Coriolanus. How? what?

83 III / 1
  • At Antium lives he?
  • At Antium lives he?
  • Titus Lartius. How often he had met you, sword to sword;
    That of all things upon the earth he hated
    Your person most, that he would pawn his fortunes
    To hopeless restitution, so he might
    Be call'd your vanquisher.

    Coriolanus. At Antium lives he?

84 III / 1
  • I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
    To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome...
  • I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
    To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
    [Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS]
    Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,
    The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them;
    For they do prank them in authority,
    Against all noble sufferance.
  • Titus Lartius. At Antium.

    Coriolanus. I wish I had a cause to seek him there,
    To oppose his hatred fully. Welcome home.
    [Enter SICINIUS and BRUTUS]
    Behold, these are the tribunes of the people,
    The tongues o' the common mouth: I do despise them;
    For they do prank them in authority,
    Against all noble sufferance.

85 III / 1
  • Ha! what is that?
  • Ha! what is that?
  • Sicinius Velutus. Pass no further.

    Coriolanus. Ha! what is that?

86 III / 1
  • What makes this change?
  • What makes this change?
  • Junius Brutus. It will be dangerous to go on: no further.

    Coriolanus. What makes this change?

87 III / 1
  • Have I had children's voices?
  • Have I had children's voices?
  • Junius Brutus. Cominius, no.

    Coriolanus. Have I had children's voices?

88 III / 1
  • Are these your herd?
    Must these have voices, that can yield them now
    And...
  • Are these your herd?
    Must these have voices, that can yield them now
    And straight disclaim their tongues? What are
    your offices?
    You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
    Have you not set them on?
  • Sicinius Velutus. Stop,
    Or all will fall in broil.

    Coriolanus. Are these your herd?
    Must these have voices, that can yield them now
    And straight disclaim their tongues? What are
    your offices?
    You being their mouths, why rule you not their teeth?
    Have you not set them on?

89 III / 1
  • It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
    To curb the will of the nobility:...
  • It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
    To curb the will of the nobility:
    Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule
    Nor ever will be ruled.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Be calm, be calm.

    Coriolanus. It is a purposed thing, and grows by plot,
    To curb the will of the nobility:
    Suffer't, and live with such as cannot rule
    Nor ever will be ruled.

90 III / 1
  • Why, this was known before.
  • Why, this was known before.
  • Junius Brutus. Call't not a plot:
    The people cry you mock'd them, and of late,
    When corn was given them gratis, you repined;
    Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them
    Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.

    Coriolanus. Why, this was known before.

91 III / 1
  • Have you inform'd them sithence?
  • Have you inform'd them sithence?
  • Junius Brutus. Not to them all.

    Coriolanus. Have you inform'd them sithence?

92 III / 1
  • You are like to do such business.
  • You are like to do such business.
  • Junius Brutus. How! I inform them!

    Coriolanus. You are like to do such business.

93 III / 1
  • Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
    Let me deserve so ill as you, a...
  • Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
    Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
    Your fellow tribune.
  • Junius Brutus. Not unlike,
    Each way, to better yours.

    Coriolanus. Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds,
    Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me
    Your fellow tribune.

94 III / 1
  • Tell me of corn!
    This was my speech, and I will speak't again--
  • Tell me of corn!
    This was my speech, and I will speak't again--
  • 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.

    Coriolanus. Tell me of corn!
    This was my speech, and I will speak't again--

95 III / 1
  • Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
    I crave their pardons:
    For th...
  • Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
    I crave their pardons:
    For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
    Regard me as I do not flatter, and
    Therein behold themselves: I say again,
    In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
    The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
    Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd,
    and scatter'd,
    By mingling them with us, the honour'd number,
    Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
    Which they have given to beggars.
  • First Senator. Not in this heat, sir, now.

    Coriolanus. Now, as I live, I will. My nobler friends,
    I crave their pardons:
    For the mutable, rank-scented many, let them
    Regard me as I do not flatter, and
    Therein behold themselves: I say again,
    In soothing them, we nourish 'gainst our senate
    The cockle of rebellion, insolence, sedition,
    Which we ourselves have plough'd for, sow'd,
    and scatter'd,
    By mingling them with us, the honour'd number,
    Who lack not virtue, no, nor power, but that
    Which they have given to beggars.

96 III / 1
  • How! no more!
    As for my country I have shed my blood,
    Not fearing outwar...
  • How! no more!
    As for my country I have shed my blood,
    Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
    Coin words till their decay against those measles,
    Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought
    The very way to catch them.
  • First Senator. No more words, we beseech you.

    Coriolanus. How! no more!
    As for my country I have shed my blood,
    Not fearing outward force, so shall my lungs
    Coin words till their decay against those measles,
    Which we disdain should tatter us, yet sought
    The very way to catch them.

97 III / 1
  • Choler!
    Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
    By Jove, 'twould be my...
  • Choler!
    Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
    By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
  • Menenius Agrippa. What, what? his choler?

    Coriolanus. Choler!
    Were I as patient as the midnight sleep,
    By Jove, 'twould be my mind!

98 III / 1
  • Shall remain!
    Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
    His absolute...
  • Shall remain!
    Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
    His absolute 'shall'?
  • Sicinius Velutus. It is a mind
    That shall remain a poison where it is,
    Not poison any further.

    Coriolanus. Shall remain!
    Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
    His absolute 'shall'?

99 III / 1
  • 'Shall'!
    O good but most unwise patricians! why,
    You grave but reckless...
  • '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. 'Twas from the canon.

    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.

100 III / 1
  • Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
    The corn o' the storehouse gratis,...
  • Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
    The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
    Sometime in Greece,--
  • Cominius. Well, on to the market-place.

    Coriolanus. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
    The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
    Sometime in Greece,--

101 III / 1
  • Though there the people had more absolute power,
    I say, they nourish'd disob...
  • Though there the people had more absolute power,
    I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
    The ruin of the state.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Well, well, no more of that.

    Coriolanus. Though there the people had more absolute power,
    I say, they nourish'd disobedience, fed
    The ruin of the state.

102 III / 1
  • I'll give my reasons,
    More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
  • I'll give my reasons,
    More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
    Was not our recompense, resting well assured
    That ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war,
    Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,
    They would not thread the gates. This kind of service
    Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' the war
    Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd
    Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation
    Which they have often made against the senate,
    All cause unborn, could never be the motive
    Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
    How shall this bisson multitude digest
    The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
    What's like to be their words: 'we did request it;
    We are the greater poll, and in true fear
    They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase
    The nature of our seats and make the rabble
    Call our cares fears; which will in time
    Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in
    The crows to peck the eagles.
  • Junius Brutus. Why, shall the people give
    One that speaks thus their voice?

    Coriolanus. I'll give my reasons,
    More worthier than their voices. They know the corn
    Was not our recompense, resting well assured
    That ne'er did service for't: being press'd to the war,
    Even when the navel of the state was touch'd,
    They would not thread the gates. This kind of service
    Did not deserve corn gratis. Being i' the war
    Their mutinies and revolts, wherein they show'd
    Most valour, spoke not for them: the accusation
    Which they have often made against the senate,
    All cause unborn, could never be the motive
    Of our so frank donation. Well, what then?
    How shall this bisson multitude digest
    The senate's courtesy? Let deeds express
    What's like to be their words: 'we did request it;
    We are the greater poll, and in true fear
    They gave us our demands.' Thus we debase
    The nature of our seats and make the rabble
    Call our cares fears; which will in time
    Break ope the locks o' the senate and bring in
    The crows to peck the eagles.

103 III / 1
  • No, take more:
    What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
    Seal what I...
  • No, take more:
    What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
    Seal what I end withal! This double worship,
    Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
    Insult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom,
    Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
    Of general ignorance,--it must omit
    Real necessities, and give way the while
    To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd,
    it follows,
    Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,--
    You that will be less fearful than discreet,
    That love the fundamental part of state
    More than you doubt the change on't, that prefer
    A noble life before a long, and wish
    To jump a body with a dangerous physic
    That's sure of death without it, at once pluck out
    The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick
    The sweet which is their poison: your dishonour
    Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state
    Of that integrity which should become't,
    Not having the power to do the good it would,
    For the in which doth control't.
  • Junius Brutus. Enough, with over-measure.

    Coriolanus. No, take more:
    What may be sworn by, both divine and human,
    Seal what I end withal! This double worship,
    Where one part does disdain with cause, the other
    Insult without all reason, where gentry, title, wisdom,
    Cannot conclude but by the yea and no
    Of general ignorance,--it must omit
    Real necessities, and give way the while
    To unstable slightness: purpose so barr'd,
    it follows,
    Nothing is done to purpose. Therefore, beseech you,--
    You that will be less fearful than discreet,
    That love the fundamental part of state
    More than you doubt the change on't, that prefer
    A noble life before a long, and wish
    To jump a body with a dangerous physic
    That's sure of death without it, at once pluck out
    The multitudinous tongue; let them not lick
    The sweet which is their poison: your dishonour
    Mangles true judgment and bereaves the state
    Of that integrity which should become't,
    Not having the power to do the good it would,
    For the in which doth control't.

104 III / 1
  • Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!
    What should the people do with these ba...
  • Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!
    What should the people do with these bald tribunes?
    On whom depending, their obedience fails
    To the greater bench: in a rebellion,
    When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,
    Then were they chosen: in a better hour,
    Let what is meet be said it must be meet,
    And throw their power i' the dust.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer
    As traitors do.

    Coriolanus. Thou wretch, despite o'erwhelm thee!
    What should the people do with these bald tribunes?
    On whom depending, their obedience fails
    To the greater bench: in a rebellion,
    When what's not meet, but what must be, was law,
    Then were they chosen: in a better hour,
    Let what is meet be said it must be meet,
    And throw their power i' the dust.

105 III / 1
  • Hence, old goat!
  • Hence, old goat!
  • Sicinius Velutus. Go, call the people:
    [Exit AEdile]
    in whose name myself
    Attach thee as a traitorous innovator,
    A foe to the public weal: obey, I charge thee,
    And follow to thine answer.

    Coriolanus. Hence, old goat!

106 III / 1
  • Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
    Out of thy garments.
  • Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
    Out of thy garments.
  • Cominius. Aged sir, hands off.

    Coriolanus. Hence, rotten thing! or I shall shake thy bones
    Out of thy garments.

107 III / 1
  • No, I'll die here.
    [Drawing his sword]
    There's some among you have behel...
  • No, I'll die here.
    [Drawing his sword]
    There's some among you have beheld me fighting:
    Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.
  • Junius Brutus. Sir, those cold ways,
    That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
    Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
    And bear him to the rock.

    Coriolanus. No, I'll die here.
    [Drawing his sword]
    There's some among you have beheld me fighting:
    Come, try upon yourselves what you have seen me.

108 III / 1
  • I would they were barbarians--as they are,
    Though in Rome litter'd--not Roma...
  • I would they were barbarians--as they are,
    Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not,
    Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol--
  • Cominius. Come, sir, along with us.

    Coriolanus. I would they were barbarians--as they are,
    Though in Rome litter'd--not Romans--as they are not,
    Though calved i' the porch o' the Capitol--

109 III / 1
  • On fair ground
    I could beat forty of them.
  • On fair ground
    I could beat forty of them.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Be gone;
    Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
    One time will owe another.

    Coriolanus. On fair ground
    I could beat forty of them.

110 III / 2
  • Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
    Death on the wheel or at wild...
  • Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
    Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels,
    Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
    That the precipitation might down stretch
    Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
    Be thus to them.
  • First Senator. Pray you, let's to him.

    Coriolanus. Let them puff all about mine ears, present me
    Death on the wheel or at wild horses' heels,
    Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
    That the precipitation might down stretch
    Below the beam of sight, yet will I still
    Be thus to them.

111 III / 2
  • I muse my mother
    Does not approve me further, who was wont
    To call them...
  • I muse my mother
    Does not approve me further, who was wont
    To call them woollen vassals, things created
    To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
    In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
    When one but of my ordinance stood up
    To speak of peace or war.
    [Enter VOLUMNIA]
    I talk of you:
    Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
    False to my nature? Rather say I play
    The man I am.
  • Patrician. You do the nobler.

    Coriolanus. I muse my mother
    Does not approve me further, who was wont
    To call them woollen vassals, things created
    To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads
    In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder,
    When one but of my ordinance stood up
    To speak of peace or war.
    [Enter VOLUMNIA]
    I talk of you:
    Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
    False to my nature? Rather say I play
    The man I am.

112 III / 2
  • Let go.
  • Let go.
  • Volumnia. O, sir, sir, sir,
    I would have had you put your power well on,
    Before you had worn it out.

    Coriolanus. Let go.

113 III / 2
  • Let them hang.
  • Let them hang.
  • Volumnia. You might have been enough the man you are,
    With striving less to be so; lesser had been
    The thwartings of your dispositions, if
    You had not show'd them how ye were disposed
    Ere they lack'd power to cross you.

    Coriolanus. Let them hang.

114 III / 2
  • What must I do?
  • What must I do?
  • Menenius Agrippa. Well said, noble woman?
    Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
    The violent fit o' the time craves it as physic
    For the whole state, I would put mine armour on,
    Which I can scarcely bear.

    Coriolanus. What must I do?

115 III / 2
  • Well, what then? what then?
  • Well, what then? what then?
  • Menenius Agrippa. Return to the tribunes.

    Coriolanus. Well, what then? what then?

116 III / 2
  • For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
    Must I then do't to them?
  • For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
    Must I then do't to them?
  • Menenius Agrippa. Repent what you have spoke.

    Coriolanus. For them! I cannot do it to the gods;
    Must I then do't to them?

117 III / 2
  • Tush, tush!
  • Tush, tush!
  • Volumnia. You are too absolute;
    Though therein you can never be too noble,
    But when extremities speak. I have heard you say,
    Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,
    I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me,
    In peace what each of them by the other lose,
    That they combine not there.

    Coriolanus. Tush, tush!

118 III / 2
  • Why force you this?
  • Why force you this?
  • Volumnia. If it be honour in your wars to seem
    The same you are not, which, for your best ends,
    You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse,
    That it shall hold companionship in peace
    With honour, as in war, since that to both
    It stands in like request?

    Coriolanus. Why force you this?

119 III / 2
  • Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
    Must I with base tongue give my nobl...
  • 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.
  • Volumnia. He must, and will
    Prithee now, say you will, and go about it.

    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.

120 III / 2
  • Well, I must do't:
    Away, my disposition, and possess me
    Some harlot's sp...
  • Well, I must do't:
    Away, my disposition, and possess me
    Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd,
    Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
    Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
    That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
    Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up
    The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue
    Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
    Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
    That hath received an alms! I will not do't,
    Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
    And by my body's action teach my mind
    A most inherent baseness.
  • Volumnia. I prithee now, sweet son, as thou hast said
    My praises made thee first a soldier, so,
    To have my praise for this, perform a part
    Thou hast not done before.

    Coriolanus. Well, I must do't:
    Away, my disposition, and possess me
    Some harlot's spirit! my throat of war be turn'd,
    Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
    Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
    That babies lulls asleep! the smiles of knaves
    Tent in my cheeks, and schoolboys' tears take up
    The glasses of my sight! a beggar's tongue
    Make motion through my lips, and my arm'd knees,
    Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
    That hath received an alms! I will not do't,
    Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth
    And by my body's action teach my mind
    A most inherent baseness.

121 III / 2
  • Pray, be content:
    Mother, I am going to the market-place;
    Chide me no mo...
  • Pray, be content:
    Mother, I am going to the market-place;
    Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,
    Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
    Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
    Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul;
    Or never trust to what my tongue can do
    I' the way of flattery further.
  • Volumnia. At thy choice, then:
    To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour
    Than thou of them. Come all to ruin; let
    Thy mother rather feel thy pride than fear
    Thy dangerous stoutness, for I mock at death
    With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list
    Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me,
    But owe thy pride thyself.

    Coriolanus. Pray, be content:
    Mother, I am going to the market-place;
    Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,
    Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
    Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
    Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul;
    Or never trust to what my tongue can do
    I' the way of flattery further.

122 III / 2
  • The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
    Let them accuse me by invention,...
  • The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
    Let them accuse me by invention, I
    Will answer in mine honour.
  • 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.

    Coriolanus. The word is 'mildly.' Pray you, let us go:
    Let them accuse me by invention, I
    Will answer in mine honour.

123 III / 2
  • Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
  • Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!
  • Menenius Agrippa. Ay, but mildly.

    Coriolanus. Well, mildly be it then. Mildly!

124 III / 3
  • Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece
    Will bear the knave by the volu...
  • Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece
    Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods
    Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
    Supplied with worthy men! plant love among 's!
    Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
    And not our streets with war!
  • Menenius Agrippa. Calmly, I do beseech you.

    Coriolanus. Ay, as an ostler, that for the poorest piece
    Will bear the knave by the volume. The honour'd gods
    Keep Rome in safety, and the chairs of justice
    Supplied with worthy men! plant love among 's!
    Throng our large temples with the shows of peace,
    And not our streets with war!

125 III / 3
  • First, hear me speak.
  • First, hear me speak.
  • Aedile. List to your tribunes. Audience: peace, I say!

    Coriolanus. First, hear me speak.

126 III / 3
  • Shall I be charged no further than this present?
    Must all determine here?
  • Shall I be charged no further than this present?
    Must all determine here?
  • "Both Tribunes". Well, say. Peace, ho!

    Coriolanus. Shall I be charged no further than this present?
    Must all determine here?

127 III / 3
  • I am content.
  • I am content.
  • Sicinius Velutus. I do demand,
    If you submit you to the people's voices,
    Allow their officers and are content
    To suffer lawful censure for such faults
    As shall be proved upon you?

    Coriolanus. I am content.

128 III / 3
  • Scratches with briers,
    Scars to move laughter only.
  • Scratches with briers,
    Scars to move laughter only.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Lo, citizens, he says he is content:
    The warlike service he has done, consider; think
    Upon the wounds his body bears, which show
    Like graves i' the holy churchyard.

    Coriolanus. Scratches with briers,
    Scars to move laughter only.

129 III / 3
  • What is the matter
    That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
    I am so...
  • What is the matter
    That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
    I am so dishonour'd that the very hour
    You take it off again?
  • Cominius. Well, well, no more.

    Coriolanus. What is the matter
    That being pass'd for consul with full voice,
    I am so dishonour'd that the very hour
    You take it off again?

130 III / 3
  • Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
  • Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Answer to us.

    Coriolanus. Say, then: 'tis true, I ought so.

131 III / 3
  • How! traitor!
  • How! traitor!
  • Sicinius Velutus. We charge you, that you have contrived to take
    From Rome all season'd office and to wind
    Yourself into a power tyrannical;
    For which you are a traitor to the people.

    Coriolanus. How! traitor!

132 III / 3
  • The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people!
    Call me their traitor! Thou...
  • The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people!
    Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!
    Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
    In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in
    Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
    'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free
    As I do pray the gods.
  • Menenius Agrippa. Nay, temperately; your promise.

    Coriolanus. The fires i' the lowest hell fold-in the people!
    Call me their traitor! Thou injurious tribune!
    Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths,
    In thy hand clutch'd as many millions, in
    Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say
    'Thou liest' unto thee with a voice as free
    As I do pray the gods.

133 III / 3
  • What do you prate of service?
  • What do you prate of service?
  • Junius Brutus. But since he hath
    Served well for Rome,--

    Coriolanus. What do you prate of service?

134 III / 3
  • You?
  • You?
  • Junius Brutus. I talk of that, that know it.

    Coriolanus. You?

135 III / 3
  • I know no further:
    Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
    Vagabond...
  • I know no further:
    Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
    Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger
    But with a grain a day, I would not buy
    Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
    Nor cheque my courage for what they can give,
    To have't with saying 'Good morrow.'
  • Cominius. Know, I pray you,--

    Coriolanus. I know no further:
    Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
    Vagabond exile, raying, pent to linger
    But with a grain a day, I would not buy
    Their mercy at the price of one fair word;
    Nor cheque my courage for what they can give,
    To have't with saying 'Good morrow.'

136 III / 3
  • You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
    As reek o' the rotten fens, whos...
  • You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
    As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
    As the dead carcasses of unburied men
    That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
    And here remain with your uncertainty!
    Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
    Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
    Fan you into despair! Have the power still
    To banish your defenders; till at length
    Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
    Making not reservation of yourselves,
    Still your own foes, deliver you as most
    Abated captives to some nation
    That won you without blows! Despising,
    For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
    There is a world elsewhere.
    [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators,]
    and Patricians]
  • Citizens. It shall be so, it shall be so.

    Coriolanus. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
    As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
    As the dead carcasses of unburied men
    That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
    And here remain with your uncertainty!
    Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
    Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
    Fan you into despair! Have the power still
    To banish your defenders; till at length
    Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
    Making not reservation of yourselves,
    Still your own foes, deliver you as most
    Abated captives to some nation
    That won you without blows! Despising,
    For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
    There is a world elsewhere.
    [Exeunt CORIOLANUS, COMINIUS, MENENIUS, Senators,]
    and Patricians]

137 IV / 3
  • Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
    With many heads butts me...
  • Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
    With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,
    Where is your ancient courage? you were used
    To say extremity was the trier of spirits;
    That common chances common men could bear;
    That when the sea was calm all boats alike
    Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows,
    When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
    A noble cunning: you were used to load me
    With precepts that would make invincible
    The heart that conn'd them.
  • Citizens. Come, come; let's see him out at gates; come.
    The gods preserve our noble tribunes! Come.

    Coriolanus. Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell: the beast
    With many heads butts me away. Nay, mother,
    Where is your ancient courage? you were used
    To say extremity was the trier of spirits;
    That common chances common men could bear;
    That when the sea was calm all boats alike
    Show'd mastership in floating; fortune's blows,
    When most struck home, being gentle wounded, craves
    A noble cunning: you were used to load me
    With precepts that would make invincible
    The heart that conn'd them.

138 IV / 3
  • Nay! prithee, woman,--
  • Nay! prithee, woman,--
  • Virgilia. O heavens! O heavens!

    Coriolanus. Nay! prithee, woman,--

139 IV / 3
  • What, what, what!
    I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother.
    Resume...
  • What, what, what!
    I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother.
    Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
    If you had been the wife of Hercules,
    Six of his labours you'ld have done, and saved
    Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
    Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother:
    I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
    Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
    And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
    I have seen thee stem, and thou hast oft beheld
    Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women
    'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
    As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well
    My hazards still have been your solace: and
    Believe't not lightly--though I go alone,
    Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
    Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen--your son
    Will or exceed the common or be caught
    With cautelous baits and practise.
  • Volumnia. Now the red pestilence strike all trades in Rome,
    And occupations perish!

    Coriolanus. What, what, what!
    I shall be loved when I am lack'd. Nay, mother.
    Resume that spirit, when you were wont to say,
    If you had been the wife of Hercules,
    Six of his labours you'ld have done, and saved
    Your husband so much sweat. Cominius,
    Droop not; adieu. Farewell, my wife, my mother:
    I'll do well yet. Thou old and true Menenius,
    Thy tears are salter than a younger man's,
    And venomous to thine eyes. My sometime general,
    I have seen thee stem, and thou hast oft beheld
    Heart-hardening spectacles; tell these sad women
    'Tis fond to wail inevitable strokes,
    As 'tis to laugh at 'em. My mother, you wot well
    My hazards still have been your solace: and
    Believe't not lightly--though I go alone,
    Like to a lonely dragon, that his fen
    Makes fear'd and talk'd of more than seen--your son
    Will or exceed the common or be caught
    With cautelous baits and practise.

140 IV / 3
  • O the gods!
  • O the gods!
  • Volumnia. My first son.
    Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius
    With thee awhile: determine on some course,
    More than a wild exposture to each chance
    That starts i' the way before thee.

    Coriolanus. O the gods!

141 IV / 3
  • Fare ye well:
    Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
    Of the wa...
  • Fare ye well:
    Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
    Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
    That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate.
    Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
    My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,
    Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
    While I remain above the ground, you shall
    Hear from me still, and never of me aught
    But what is like me formerly.
  • 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.

    Coriolanus. Fare ye well:
    Thou hast years upon thee; and thou art too full
    Of the wars' surfeits, to go rove with one
    That's yet unbruised: bring me but out at gate.
    Come, my sweet wife, my dearest mother, and
    My friends of noble touch, when I am forth,
    Bid me farewell, and smile. I pray you, come.
    While I remain above the ground, you shall
    Hear from me still, and never of me aught
    But what is like me formerly.

142 IV / 3
  • Give me thy hand: Come.
  • Give me thy hand: Come.
  • Menenius Agrippa. That's worthily
    As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep.
    If I could shake off but one seven years
    From these old arms and legs, by the good gods,
    I'ld with thee every foot.

    Coriolanus. Give me thy hand: Come.

143 IV / 4
  • A goodly city is this Antium. City,
    'Tis I that made thy widows: many an hei...
  • A goodly city is this Antium. City,
    'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
    Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
    Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not,
    Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
    In puny battle slay me.
    [Enter a Citizen]
    Save you, sir.
  • Roman. Well, let us go together.

    Coriolanus. A goodly city is this Antium. City,
    'Tis I that made thy widows: many an heir
    Of these fair edifices 'fore my wars
    Have I heard groan and drop: then know me not,
    Lest that thy wives with spits and boys with stones
    In puny battle slay me.
    [Enter a Citizen]
    Save you, sir.

144 IV / 4
  • Direct me, if it be your will,
    Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
  • Direct me, if it be your will,
    Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?
  • Citizen. And you.

    Coriolanus. Direct me, if it be your will,
    Where great Aufidius lies: is he in Antium?

145 IV / 4
  • Which is his house, beseech you?
  • Which is his house, beseech you?
  • Citizen. He is, and feasts the nobles of the state
    At his house this night.

    Coriolanus. Which is his house, beseech you?

146 IV / 4
  • Thank you, sir: farewell.
    [Exit Citizen]
    O world, thy slippery turns! Fr...
  • Thank you, sir: farewell.
    [Exit Citizen]
    O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
    Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
    Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,
    Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
    Unseparable, shall within this hour,
    On a dissension of a doit, break out
    To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
    Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
    To take the one the other, by some chance,
    Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends
    And interjoin their issues. So with me:
    My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
    This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,
    He does fair justice; if he give me way,
    I'll do his country service.
  • Citizen. This, here before you.

    Coriolanus. Thank you, sir: farewell.
    [Exit Citizen]
    O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,
    Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
    Whose house, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise,
    Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love
    Unseparable, shall within this hour,
    On a dissension of a doit, break out
    To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes,
    Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep,
    To take the one the other, by some chance,
    Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends
    And interjoin their issues. So with me:
    My birth-place hate I, and my love's upon
    This enemy town. I'll enter: if he slay me,
    He does fair justice; if he give me way,
    I'll do his country service.

147 IV / 5
  • A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
    Appear not like a guest.
  • A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
    Appear not like a guest.
  • Second Servingman. Where's Cotus? my master calls
    for him. Cotus!

    Coriolanus. A goodly house: the feast smells well; but I
    Appear not like a guest.

148 IV / 5
  • I have deserved no better entertainment,
    In being Coriolanus.
  • I have deserved no better entertainment,
    In being Coriolanus.
  • First Servingman. What would you have, friend? whence are you?
    Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.

    Coriolanus. I have deserved no better entertainment,
    In being Coriolanus.

149 IV / 5
  • Away!
  • Away!
  • Second Servingman. Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
    head; that he gives entrance to such companions?
    Pray, get you out.

    Coriolanus. Away!

150 IV / 5
  • Now thou'rt troublesome.
  • Now thou'rt troublesome.
  • Second Servingman. Away! get you away.

    Coriolanus. Now thou'rt troublesome.

151 IV / 5
  • Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.
  • Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.
  • Third Servingman. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid
    the house.

    Coriolanus. Let me but stand; I will not hurt your hearth.

152 IV / 5
  • A gentleman.
  • A gentleman.
  • Third Servingman. What are you?

    Coriolanus. A gentleman.

153 IV / 5
  • True, so I am.
  • True, so I am.
  • Third Servingman. A marvellous poor one.

    Coriolanus. True, so I am.

154 IV / 5
  • Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
  • Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
  • Third Servingman. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other
    station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.

    Coriolanus. Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.

155 IV / 5
  • Under the canopy.
  • Under the canopy.
  • Third Servingman. Where dwellest thou?

    Coriolanus. Under the canopy.

156 IV / 5
  • Ay.
  • Ay.
  • Third Servingman. Under the canopy!

    Coriolanus. Ay.

157 IV / 5
  • I' the city of kites and crows.
  • I' the city of kites and crows.
  • Third Servingman. Where's that?

    Coriolanus. I' the city of kites and crows.

158 IV / 5
  • No, I serve not thy master.
  • No, I serve not thy master.
  • Third Servingman. I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!
    Then thou dwellest with daws too?

    Coriolanus. No, I serve not thy master.

159 IV / 5
  • Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
    mistress. Thou pratest,...
  • Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
    mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy
    trencher, hence!
  • Third Servingman. How, sir! do you meddle with my master?

    Coriolanus. Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
    mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy
    trencher, hence!

160 IV / 5
  • If, Tullus,
    [Unmuffling]
    Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost n...
  • If, Tullus,
    [Unmuffling]
    Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not
    Think me for the man I am, necessity
    Commands me name myself.
  • Tullus Aufidius. Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?
    Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name?

    Coriolanus. If, Tullus,
    [Unmuffling]
    Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not
    Think me for the man I am, necessity
    Commands me name myself.

161 IV / 5
  • A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
    And harsh in sound to thine.
  • A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
    And harsh in sound to thine.
  • Tullus Aufidius. What is thy name?

    Coriolanus. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
    And harsh in sound to thine.

162 IV / 5
  • Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
    thou me yet?
  • Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
    thou me yet?
  • Tullus Aufidius. Say, what's thy name?
    Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
    Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn.
    Thou show'st a noble vessel: what's thy name?

    Coriolanus. Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
    thou me yet?

163 IV / 5
  • My name is Caius CORIOLANUS, who hath done
    To thee particularly and to all t...
  • My name is Caius CORIOLANUS, who hath done
    To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
    Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
    My surname, Coriolanus: the painful service,
    The extreme dangers and the drops of blood
    Shed for my thankless country are requited
    But with that surname; a good memory,
    And witness of the malice and displeasure
    Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name remains;
    The cruelty and envy of the people,
    Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
    Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
    And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
    Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity
    Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope--
    Mistake me not--to save my life, for if
    I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
    I would have 'voided thee, but in mere spite,
    To be full quit of those my banishers,
    Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
    A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
    Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims
    Of shame seen through thy country, speed
    thee straight,
    And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it
    That my revengeful services may prove
    As benefits to thee, for I will fight
    Against my canker'd country with the spleen
    Of all the under fiends. But if so be
    Thou darest not this and that to prove more fortunes
    Thou'rt tired, then, in a word, I also am
    Longer to live most weary, and present
    My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;
    Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
    Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
    Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
    And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
    It be to do thee service.
  • Tullus Aufidius. I know thee not: thy name?

    Coriolanus. My name is Caius CORIOLANUS, who hath done
    To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
    Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
    My surname, Coriolanus: the painful service,
    The extreme dangers and the drops of blood
    Shed for my thankless country are requited
    But with that surname; a good memory,
    And witness of the malice and displeasure
    Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name remains;
    The cruelty and envy of the people,
    Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
    Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
    And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
    Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity
    Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope--
    Mistake me not--to save my life, for if
    I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
    I would have 'voided thee, but in mere spite,
    To be full quit of those my banishers,
    Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
    A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
    Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims
    Of shame seen through thy country, speed
    thee straight,
    And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it
    That my revengeful services may prove
    As benefits to thee, for I will fight
    Against my canker'd country with the spleen
    Of all the under fiends. But if so be
    Thou darest not this and that to prove more fortunes
    Thou'rt tired, then, in a word, I also am
    Longer to live most weary, and present
    My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;
    Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
    Since I have ever follow'd thee with hate,
    Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
    And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
    It be to do thee service.

164 IV / 5
  • You bless me, gods!
  • You bless me, gods!
  • Tullus Aufidius. O CORIOLANUS, CORIOLANUS!
    Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart
    A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
    Should from yond cloud speak divine things,
    And say 'Tis true,' I'ld not believe them more
    Than thee, all noble CORIOLANUS. Let me twine
    Mine arms about that body, where against
    My grained ash an hundred times hath broke
    And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
    The anvil of my sword, and do contest
    As hotly and as nobly with thy love
    As ever in ambitious strength I did
    Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
    I loved the maid I married; never man
    Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
    Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
    Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
    Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
    We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
    Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
    Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out
    Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
    Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
    We have been down together in my sleep,
    Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
    And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy CORIOLANUS,
    Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
    Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
    From twelve to seventy, and pouring war
    Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
    Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in,
    And take our friendly senators by the hands;
    Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
    Who am prepared against your territories,
    Though not for Rome itself.

    Coriolanus. You bless me, gods!

165 V / 2
  • What's the matter?
  • What's the matter?
  • Menenius Agrippa. Nay, but, fellow, fellow,--

    Coriolanus. What's the matter?

166 V / 2
  • Away!
  • Away!
  • Menenius Agrippa. Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you:
    You shall know now that I am in estimation; you shall
    perceive that a Jack guardant cannot office me from
    my son Coriolanus: guess, but by my entertainment
    with him, if thou standest not i' the state of
    hanging, or of some death more long in
    spectatorship, and crueller in suffering; behold now
    presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee.
    [To CORIOLANUS]
    The glorious gods sit in hourly synod about thy
    particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than
    thy old father Menenius does! O my son, my son!
    thou art preparing fire for us; look thee, here's
    water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to
    thee; but being assured none but myself could move
    thee, I have been blown out of your gates with
    sighs; and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy
    petitionary countrymen. The good gods assuage thy
    wrath, and turn the dregs of it upon this varlet
    here,--this, who, like a block, hath denied my
    access to thee.

    Coriolanus. Away!

167 V / 2
  • Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
    Are servanted to others: though...
  • Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
    Are servanted to others: though I owe
    My revenge properly, my remission lies
    In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
    Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
    Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone.
    Mine ears against your suits are stronger than
    Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee,
    Take this along; I writ it for thy sake
    [Gives a letter]
    And would have rent it. Another word, Menenius,
    I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
    Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st!
  • Menenius Agrippa. How! away!

    Coriolanus. Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
    Are servanted to others: though I owe
    My revenge properly, my remission lies
    In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
    Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
    Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone.
    Mine ears against your suits are stronger than
    Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee,
    Take this along; I writ it for thy sake
    [Gives a letter]
    And would have rent it. Another word, Menenius,
    I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
    Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st!

168 V / 3
  • We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
    Set down our host. My partner in t...
  • We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
    Set down our host. My partner in this action,
    You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly
    I have borne this business.
  • Second Senator. The worthy fellow is our general: he's the rock, the
    oak not to be wind-shaken.

    Coriolanus. We will before the walls of Rome tomorrow
    Set down our host. My partner in this action,
    You must report to the Volscian lords, how plainly
    I have borne this business.

169 V / 3
  • This last old man,
    Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
    Loved...
  • This last old man,
    Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
    Loved me above the measure of a father;
    Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
    Was to send him; for whose old love I have,
    Though I show'd sourly to him, once more offer'd
    The first conditions, which they did refuse
    And cannot now accept; to grace him only
    That thought he could do more, a very little
    I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits,
    Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter
    Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this?
    [Shout within]
    Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
    In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
    [Enter in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA,]
    leading young CORIOLANUS, VALERIA, and Attendants]
    My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould
    Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand
    The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection!
    All bond and privilege of nature, break!
    Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.
    What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes,
    Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not
    Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows;
    As if Olympus to a molehill should
    In supplication nod: and my young boy
    Hath an aspect of intercession, which
    Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces
    Plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never
    Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,
    As if a man were author of himself
    And knew no other kin.
  • Tullus Aufidius. Only their ends
    You have respected; stopp'd your ears against
    The general suit of Rome; never admitted
    A private whisper, no, not with such friends
    That thought them sure of you.

    Coriolanus. This last old man,
    Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome,
    Loved me above the measure of a father;
    Nay, godded me, indeed. Their latest refuge
    Was to send him; for whose old love I have,
    Though I show'd sourly to him, once more offer'd
    The first conditions, which they did refuse
    And cannot now accept; to grace him only
    That thought he could do more, a very little
    I have yielded to: fresh embassies and suits,
    Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter
    Will I lend ear to. Ha! what shout is this?
    [Shout within]
    Shall I be tempted to infringe my vow
    In the same time 'tis made? I will not.
    [Enter in mourning habits, VIRGILIA, VOLUMNIA,]
    leading young CORIOLANUS, VALERIA, and Attendants]
    My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould
    Wherein this trunk was framed, and in her hand
    The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection!
    All bond and privilege of nature, break!
    Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.
    What is that curt'sy worth? or those doves' eyes,
    Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am not
    Of stronger earth than others. My mother bows;
    As if Olympus to a molehill should
    In supplication nod: and my young boy
    Hath an aspect of intercession, which
    Great nature cries 'Deny not.' let the Volsces
    Plough Rome and harrow Italy: I'll never
    Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand,
    As if a man were author of himself
    And knew no other kin.

170 V / 3
  • These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
  • These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
  • Virgilia. My lord and husband!

    Coriolanus. These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.

171 V / 3
  • Like a dull actor now,
    I have forgot my part, and I am out,
    Even to a fu...
  • Like a dull actor now,
    I have forgot my part, and I am out,
    Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,
    Forgive my tyranny; but do not say
    For that 'Forgive our Romans.' O, a kiss
    Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
    Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
    I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
    Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate,
    And the most noble mother of the world
    Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i' the earth;
    [Kneels]
    Of thy deep duty more impression show
    Than that of common sons.
  • Virgilia. The sorrow that delivers us thus changed
    Makes you think so.

    Coriolanus. Like a dull actor now,
    I have forgot my part, and I am out,
    Even to a full disgrace. Best of my flesh,
    Forgive my tyranny; but do not say
    For that 'Forgive our Romans.' O, a kiss
    Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
    Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
    I carried from thee, dear; and my true lip
    Hath virgin'd it e'er since. You gods! I prate,
    And the most noble mother of the world
    Leave unsaluted: sink, my knee, i' the earth;
    [Kneels]
    Of thy deep duty more impression show
    Than that of common sons.

172 V / 3
  • What is this?
    Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
    Then let the pebb...
  • What is this?
    Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
    Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
    Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds
    Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
    Murdering impossibility, to make
    What cannot be, slight work.
  • Volumnia. O, stand up blest!
    Whilst, with no softer cushion than the flint,
    I kneel before thee; and unproperly
    Show duty, as mistaken all this while
    Between the child and parent.

    Coriolanus. What is this?
    Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
    Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
    Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds
    Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
    Murdering impossibility, to make
    What cannot be, slight work.

173 V / 3
  • The noble sister of Publicola,
    The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
    Th...
  • The noble sister of Publicola,
    The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
    That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
    And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria!
  • Volumnia. Thou art my warrior;
    I holp to frame thee. Do you know this lady?

    Coriolanus. The noble sister of Publicola,
    The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
    That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
    And hangs on Dian's temple: dear Valeria!

174 V / 3
  • The god of soldiers,
    With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
    Thy though...
  • The god of soldiers,
    With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
    Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove
    To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars
    Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
    And saving those that eye thee!
  • Volumnia. This is a poor epitome of yours,
    Which by the interpretation of full time
    May show like all yourself.

    Coriolanus. The god of soldiers,
    With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
    Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou mayst prove
    To shame unvulnerable, and stick i' the wars
    Like a great sea-mark, standing every flaw,
    And saving those that eye thee!

175 V / 3
  • That's my brave boy!
  • That's my brave boy!
  • Volumnia. Your knee, sirrah.

    Coriolanus. That's my brave boy!

176 V / 3
  • I beseech you, peace:
    Or, if you'ld ask, remember this before:
    The thing...
  • I beseech you, peace:
    Or, if you'ld ask, remember this before:
    The thing I have forsworn to grant may never
    Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
    Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate
    Again with Rome's mechanics: tell me not
    Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not
    To ally my rages and revenges with
    Your colder reasons.
  • Volumnia. Even he, your wife, this lady, and myself,
    Are suitors to you.

    Coriolanus. I beseech you, peace:
    Or, if you'ld ask, remember this before:
    The thing I have forsworn to grant may never
    Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
    Dismiss my soldiers, or capitulate
    Again with Rome's mechanics: tell me not
    Wherein I seem unnatural: desire not
    To ally my rages and revenges with
    Your colder reasons.

177 V / 3
  • Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
    Hear nought from Rome in private....
  • Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
    Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request?
  • Volumnia. O, no more, no more!
    You have said you will not grant us any thing;
    For we have nothing else to ask, but that
    Which you deny already: yet we will ask;
    That, if you fail in our request, the blame
    May hang upon your hardness: therefore hear us.

    Coriolanus. Aufidius, and you Volsces, mark; for we'll
    Hear nought from Rome in private. Your request?

178 V / 3
  • Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
    Requires nor child nor woman's face to se...
  • Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
    Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.
    I have sat too long.
  • Young Coriolanus. A' shall not tread on me;
    I'll run away till I am bigger, but then I'll fight.

    Coriolanus. Not of a woman's tenderness to be,
    Requires nor child nor woman's face to see.
    I have sat too long.

179 V / 3
  • O mother, mother!
    What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
    The go...
  • O mother, mother!
    What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
    The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
    They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
    You have won a happy victory to Rome;
    But, for your son,--believe it, O, believe it,
    Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
    If not most mortal to him. But, let it come.
    Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,
    I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius,
    Were you in my stead, would you have heard
    A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?
  • Volumnia. Nay, go not from us thus.
    If it were so that our request did tend
    To save the Romans, thereby to destroy
    The Volsces whom you serve, you might condemn us,
    As poisonous of your honour: no; our suit
    Is that you reconcile them: while the Volsces
    May say 'This mercy we have show'd;' the Romans,
    'This we received;' and each in either side
    Give the all-hail to thee and cry 'Be blest
    For making up this peace!' Thou know'st, great son,
    The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
    That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
    Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name,
    Whose repetition will be dogg'd with curses;
    Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
    But with his last attempt he wiped it out;
    Destroy'd his country, and his name remains
    To the ensuing age abhorr'd.' Speak to me, son:
    Thou hast affected the fine strains of honour,
    To imitate the graces of the gods;
    To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' the air,
    And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt
    That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?
    Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
    Still to remember wrongs? Daughter, speak you:
    He cares not for your weeping. Speak thou, boy:
    Perhaps thy childishness will move him more
    Than can our reasons. There's no man in the world
    More bound to 's mother; yet here he lets me prate
    Like one i' the stocks. Thou hast never in thy life
    Show'd thy dear mother any courtesy,
    When she, poor hen, fond of no second brood,
    Has cluck'd thee to the wars and safely home,
    Loaden with honour. Say my request's unjust,
    And spurn me back: but if it be not so,
    Thou art not honest; and the gods will plague thee,
    That thou restrain'st from me the duty which
    To a mother's part belongs. He turns away:
    Down, ladies; let us shame him with our knees.
    To his surname Coriolanus 'longs more pride
    Than pity to our prayers. Down: an end;
    This is the last: so we will home to Rome,
    And die among our neighbours. Nay, behold 's:
    This boy, that cannot tell what he would have
    But kneels and holds up bands for fellowship,
    Does reason our petition with more strength
    Than thou hast to deny 't. Come, let us go:
    This fellow had a Volscian to his mother;
    His wife is in Corioli and his child
    Like him by chance. Yet give us our dispatch:
    I am hush'd until our city be a-fire,
    And then I'll speak a little.

    Coriolanus. O mother, mother!
    What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
    The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
    They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
    You have won a happy victory to Rome;
    But, for your son,--believe it, O, believe it,
    Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
    If not most mortal to him. But, let it come.
    Aufidius, though I cannot make true wars,
    I'll frame convenient peace. Now, good Aufidius,
    Were you in my stead, would you have heard
    A mother less? or granted less, Aufidius?

180 V / 3
  • I dare be sworn you were:
    And, sir, it is no little thing to make
    Mine e...
  • I dare be sworn you were:
    And, sir, it is no little thing to make
    Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
    What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part,
    I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you,
    Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife!
  • Tullus Aufidius. I was moved withal.

    Coriolanus. I dare be sworn you were:
    And, sir, it is no little thing to make
    Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
    What peace you'll make, advise me: for my part,
    I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you; and pray you,
    Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife!

181 V / 3
  • Ay, by and by;
    [To VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c]
    But we will drink together; a...
  • Ay, by and by;
    [To VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, &c]
    But we will drink together; and you shall bear
    A better witness back than words, which we,
    On like conditions, will have counter-seal'd.
    Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
    To have a temple built you: all the swords
    In Italy, and her confederate arms,
    Could not have made this peace.
  • Tullus Aufidius. [Aside] I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and
    thy honour
    At difference in thee: out of that I'll work
    Myself a former fortune.

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

182 V / 6
  • Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier,
    No more infected with my country's...
  • Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier,
    No more infected with my country's love
    Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
    Under your great command. You are to know
    That prosperously I have attempted and
    With bloody passage led your wars even to
    The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
    Do more than counterpoise a full third part
    The charges of the action. We have made peace
    With no less honour to the Antiates
    Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
    Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
    Together with the seal o' the senate, what
    We have compounded on.
  • Tullus Aufidius. He approaches: you shall hear him.
    [Enter CORIOLANUS, marching with drum and]
    colours; commoners being with him]

    Coriolanus. Hail, lords! I am return'd your soldier,
    No more infected with my country's love
    Than when I parted hence, but still subsisting
    Under your great command. You are to know
    That prosperously I have attempted and
    With bloody passage led your wars even to
    The gates of Rome. Our spoils we have brought home
    Do more than counterpoise a full third part
    The charges of the action. We have made peace
    With no less honour to the Antiates
    Than shame to the Romans: and we here deliver,
    Subscribed by the consuls and patricians,
    Together with the seal o' the senate, what
    We have compounded on.

183 V / 6
  • Traitor! how now!
  • Traitor! how now!
  • Tullus Aufidius. Read it not, noble lords;
    But tell the traitor, in the high'st degree
    He hath abused your powers.

    Coriolanus. Traitor! how now!

184 V / 6
  • CORIOLANUS!
  • CORIOLANUS!
  • Tullus Aufidius. Ay, traitor, CORIOLANUS!

    Coriolanus. CORIOLANUS!

185 V / 6
  • Hear'st thou, Mars?
  • Hear'st thou, Mars?
  • Tullus Aufidius. Ay, CORIOLANUS, Caius CORIOLANUS: dost thou think
    I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name
    Coriolanus in Corioli?
    You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously
    He has betray'd your business, and given up,
    For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,
    I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother;
    Breaking his oath and resolution like
    A twist of rotten silk, never admitting
    Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears
    He whined and roar'd away your victory,
    That pages blush'd at him and men of heart
    Look'd wondering each at other.

    Coriolanus. Hear'st thou, Mars?

186 V / 6
  • Ha!
  • Ha!
  • Tullus Aufidius. Name not the god, thou boy of tears!

    Coriolanus. Ha!

187 V / 6
  • Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
    Too great for what contains it. Bo...
  • Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
    Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
    Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
    I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
    Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion--
    Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that
    Must bear my beating to his grave--shall join
    To thrust the lie unto him.
  • Tullus Aufidius. No more.

    Coriolanus. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
    Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!
    Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever
    I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,
    Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion--
    Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him; that
    Must bear my beating to his grave--shall join
    To thrust the lie unto him.

188 V / 6
  • Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
    Stain all your edges on me. Boy! fa...
  • Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
    Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound!
    If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
    That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
    Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
    Alone I did it. Boy!
  • First Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak.

    Coriolanus. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,
    Stain all your edges on me. Boy! false hound!
    If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
    That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
    Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
    Alone I did it. Boy!

189 V / 6
  • O that I had him,
    With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
    To use my law...
  • O that I had him,
    With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
    To use my lawful sword!
  • Second Lord. Peace, ho! no outrage: peace!
    The man is noble and his fame folds-in
    This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us
    Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
    And trouble not the peace.

    Coriolanus. O that I had him,
    With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,
    To use my lawful sword!

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