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

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1 I / 1
  • What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
    With bats and clubs? The m...
  • What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
    With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.
  • First Citizen. He's one honest enough: would all the rest were so!

    Menenius Agrippa. What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
    With bats and clubs? The matter? speak, I pray you.

2 I / 1
  • Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
    Will you undo yoursel...
  • Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
    Will you undo yourselves?
  • First Citizen. Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have
    had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do,
    which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor
    suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we
    have strong arms too.

    Menenius Agrippa. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
    Will you undo yourselves?

3 I / 1
  • I tell you, friends, most charitable care
    Have the patricians of you. For yo...
  • I tell you, friends, most charitable care
    Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
    Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
    Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
    Against the Roman state, whose course will on
    The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
    Of more strong link asunder than can ever
    Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,
    The gods, not the patricians, make it, and
    Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,
    You are transported by calamity
    Thither where more attends you, and you slander
    The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
    When you curse them as enemies.
  • First Citizen. We cannot, sir, we are undone already.

    Menenius Agrippa. I tell you, friends, most charitable care
    Have the patricians of you. For your wants,
    Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well
    Strike at the heaven with your staves as lift them
    Against the Roman state, whose course will on
    The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs
    Of more strong link asunder than can ever
    Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,
    The gods, not the patricians, make it, and
    Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack,
    You are transported by calamity
    Thither where more attends you, and you slander
    The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers,
    When you curse them as enemies.

4 I / 1
  • Either you must
    Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
    Or be accused of...
  • Either you must
    Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
    Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you
    A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;
    But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
    To stale 't a little more.
  • First Citizen. Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us
    yet: suffer us to famish, and their store-houses
    crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to
    support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act
    established against the rich, and provide more
    piercing statutes daily, to chain up and restrain
    the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and
    there's all the love they bear us.

    Menenius Agrippa. Either you must
    Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,
    Or be accused of folly. I shall tell you
    A pretty tale: it may be you have heard it;
    But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture
    To stale 't a little more.

5 I / 1
  • There was a time when all the body's members
    Rebell'd against the belly, thu...
  • There was a time when all the body's members
    Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it:
    That only like a gulf it did remain
    I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,
    Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
    Like labour with the rest, where the other instruments
    Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
    And, mutually participate, did minister
    Unto the appetite and affection common
    Of the whole body. The belly answer'd--
  • First Citizen. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think to
    fob off our disgrace with a tale: but, an 't please
    you, deliver.

    Menenius Agrippa. There was a time when all the body's members
    Rebell'd against the belly, thus accused it:
    That only like a gulf it did remain
    I' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,
    Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing
    Like labour with the rest, where the other instruments
    Did see and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel,
    And, mutually participate, did minister
    Unto the appetite and affection common
    Of the whole body. The belly answer'd--

6 I / 1
  • Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
    Which ne'er came from the lungs...
  • Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
    Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus--
    For, look you, I may make the belly smile
    As well as speak--it tauntingly replied
    To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
    That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
    As you malign our senators for that
    They are not such as you.
  • First Citizen. Well, sir, what answer made the belly?

    Menenius Agrippa. Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
    Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus--
    For, look you, I may make the belly smile
    As well as speak--it tauntingly replied
    To the discontented members, the mutinous parts
    That envied his receipt; even so most fitly
    As you malign our senators for that
    They are not such as you.

7 I / 1
  • What then?
    'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?
  • What then?
    'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?
  • First Citizen. Your belly's answer? What!
    The kingly-crowned head, the vigilant eye,
    The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
    Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter.
    With other muniments and petty helps
    In this our fabric, if that they--

    Menenius Agrippa. What then?
    'Fore me, this fellow speaks! What then? what then?

8 I / 1
  • Well, what then?
  • Well, what then?
  • First Citizen. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,
    Who is the sink o' the body,--

    Menenius Agrippa. Well, what then?

9 I / 1
  • I will tell you
    If you'll bestow a small--of what you have little--
    Pati...
  • I will tell you
    If you'll bestow a small--of what you have little--
    Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.
  • First Citizen. The former agents, if they did complain,
    What could the belly answer?

    Menenius Agrippa. I will tell you
    If you'll bestow a small--of what you have little--
    Patience awhile, you'll hear the belly's answer.

10 I / 1
  • Note me this, good friend;
    Your most grave belly was deliberate,
    Not ras...
  • Note me this, good friend;
    Your most grave belly was deliberate,
    Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd:
    'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he,
    'That I receive the general food at first,
    Which you do live upon; and fit it is,
    Because I am the store-house and the shop
    Of the whole body: but, if you do remember,
    I send it through the rivers of your blood,
    Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;
    And, through the cranks and offices of man,
    The strongest nerves and small inferior veins
    From me receive that natural competency
    Whereby they live: and though that all at once,
    You, my good friends,'--this says the belly, mark me,--
  • First Citizen. Ye're long about it.

    Menenius Agrippa. Note me this, good friend;
    Your most grave belly was deliberate,
    Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd:
    'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he,
    'That I receive the general food at first,
    Which you do live upon; and fit it is,
    Because I am the store-house and the shop
    Of the whole body: but, if you do remember,
    I send it through the rivers of your blood,
    Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain;
    And, through the cranks and offices of man,
    The strongest nerves and small inferior veins
    From me receive that natural competency
    Whereby they live: and though that all at once,
    You, my good friends,'--this says the belly, mark me,--

11 I / 1
  • 'Though all at once cannot
    See what I do deliver out to each,
    Yet I can...
  • 'Though all at once cannot
    See what I do deliver out to each,
    Yet I can make my audit up, that all
    From me do back receive the flour of all,
    And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't?
  • First Citizen. Ay, sir; well, well.

    Menenius Agrippa. 'Though all at once cannot
    See what I do deliver out to each,
    Yet I can make my audit up, that all
    From me do back receive the flour of all,
    And leave me but the bran.' What say you to't?

12 I / 1
  • The senators of Rome are this good belly,
    And you the mutinous members; for...
  • The senators of Rome are this good belly,
    And you the mutinous members; for examine
    Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly
    Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find
    No public benefit which you receive
    But it proceeds or comes from them to you
    And no way from yourselves. What do you think,
    You, the great toe of this assembly?
  • First Citizen. It was an answer: how apply you this?

    Menenius Agrippa. The senators of Rome are this good belly,
    And you the mutinous members; for examine
    Their counsels and their cares, digest things rightly
    Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find
    No public benefit which you receive
    But it proceeds or comes from them to you
    And no way from yourselves. What do you think,
    You, the great toe of this assembly?

13 I / 1
  • For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest,
    Of this most wise rebell...
  • 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!
  • First Citizen. I the great toe! why the great toe?

    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!

14 I / 1
  • For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
    The city is well stored.
  • For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
    The city is well stored.
  • 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?

    Menenius Agrippa. For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
    The city is well stored.

15 I / 1
  • Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
    For though abundantly they lack...
  • 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. 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. 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?

16 I / 1
  • What is granted them?
  • What is granted them?
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. What is granted them?

17 I / 1
  • This is strange.
  • This is strange.
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. This is strange.

18 I / 1
  • O, true-bred!
  • O, true-bred!
  • Titus Lartius. No, Caius CORIOLANUS;
    I'll lean upon one crutch and fight with t'other,
    Ere stay behind this business.

    Menenius Agrippa. O, true-bred!

19 II / 1
  • The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.
  • The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.
  • First Soldier. I shall, sir.

    Menenius Agrippa. The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night.

20 II / 1
  • Not according to the prayer of the people, for they
    love not CORIOLANUS.
  • Not according to the prayer of the people, for they
    love not CORIOLANUS.
  • Junius Brutus. Good or bad?

    Menenius Agrippa. Not according to the prayer of the people, for they
    love not CORIOLANUS.

21 II / 1
  • Pray you, who does the wolf love?
  • Pray you, who does the wolf love?
  • Sicinius Velutus. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

    Menenius Agrippa. Pray you, who does the wolf love?

22 II / 1
  • Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the
    noble CORIOLANUS.
  • Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the
    noble CORIOLANUS.
  • Sicinius Velutus. The lamb.

    Menenius Agrippa. Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the
    noble CORIOLANUS.

23 II / 1
  • He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
    are old men: tell me one...
  • He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
    are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.
  • Junius Brutus. He's a lamb indeed, that baes like a bear.

    Menenius Agrippa. He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
    are old men: tell me one thing that I shall ask you.

24 II / 1
  • In what enormity is CORIOLANUS poor in, that you two
    have not in abundance?
  • In what enormity is CORIOLANUS poor in, that you two
    have not in abundance?
  • "Both". Well, sir.

    Menenius Agrippa. In what enormity is CORIOLANUS poor in, that you two
    have not in abundance?

25 II / 1
  • This is strange now: do you two know how you are
    censured here in the city,...
  • This is strange now: do you two know how you are
    censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the
    right-hand file? do you?
  • Junius Brutus. And topping all others in boasting.

    Menenius Agrippa. This is strange now: do you two know how you are
    censured here in the city, I mean of us o' the
    right-hand file? do you?

26 II / 1
  • Because you talk of pride now,--will you not be angry?
  • Because you talk of pride now,--will you not be angry?
  • "Both". Why, how are we censured?

    Menenius Agrippa. Because you talk of pride now,--will you not be angry?

27 II / 1
  • Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of
    occasion will rob you...
  • Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of
    occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience:
    give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at
    your pleasures; at the least if you take it as a
    pleasure to you in being so. You blame CORIOLANUS for
    being proud?
  • "Both". Well, well, sir, well.

    Menenius Agrippa. Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of
    occasion will rob you of a great deal of patience:
    give your dispositions the reins, and be angry at
    your pleasures; at the least if you take it as a
    pleasure to you in being so. You blame CORIOLANUS for
    being proud?

28 II / 1
  • I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
    are many, or else your a...
  • I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
    are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous
    single: your abilities are too infant-like for
    doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you
    could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,
    and make but an interior survey of your good selves!
    O that you could!
  • Junius Brutus. We do it not alone, sir.

    Menenius Agrippa. I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
    are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous
    single: your abilities are too infant-like for
    doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you
    could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,
    and make but an interior survey of your good selves!
    O that you could!

29 II / 1
  • Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,
    proud, violent, testy m...
  • Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,
    proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as
    any in Rome.
  • Junius Brutus. What then, sir?

    Menenius Agrippa. Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,
    proud, violent, testy magistrates, alias fools, as
    any in Rome.

30 II / 1
  • I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that
    loves a cup of hot wine...
  • I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that
    loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying
    Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in
    favouring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-like
    upon too trivial motion; one that converses more
    with the buttock of the night than with the forehead
    of the morning: what I think I utter, and spend my
    malice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen as
    you are--I cannot call you Lycurguses--if the drink
    you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a
    crooked face at it. I can't say your worships have
    delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in
    compound with the major part of your syllables: and
    though I must be content to bear with those that say
    you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that
    tell you you have good faces. If you see this in
    the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known
    well enough too? what barm can your bisson
    conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be
    known well enough too?
  • Sicinius Velutus. Menenius, you are known well enough too.

    Menenius Agrippa. I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that
    loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying
    Tiber in't; said to be something imperfect in
    favouring the first complaint; hasty and tinder-like
    upon too trivial motion; one that converses more
    with the buttock of the night than with the forehead
    of the morning: what I think I utter, and spend my
    malice in my breath. Meeting two such wealsmen as
    you are--I cannot call you Lycurguses--if the drink
    you give me touch my palate adversely, I make a
    crooked face at it. I can't say your worships have
    delivered the matter well, when I find the ass in
    compound with the major part of your syllables: and
    though I must be content to bear with those that say
    you are reverend grave men, yet they lie deadly that
    tell you you have good faces. If you see this in
    the map of my microcosm, follows it that I am known
    well enough too? what barm can your bisson
    conspectuities glean out of this character, if I be
    known well enough too?

31 II / 1
  • You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You
    are ambitious for poor kn...
  • You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You
    are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs: you
    wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a
    cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller;
    and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to a
    second day of audience. When you are hearing a
    matter between party and party, if you chance to be
    pinched with the colic, you make faces like
    mummers; set up the bloody flag against all
    patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot,
    dismiss the controversy bleeding the more entangled
    by your hearing: all the peace you make in their
    cause is, calling both the parties knaves. You are
    a pair of strange ones.
  • Junius Brutus. Come, sir, come, we know you well enough.

    Menenius Agrippa. You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You
    are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs: you
    wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a
    cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller;
    and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to a
    second day of audience. When you are hearing a
    matter between party and party, if you chance to be
    pinched with the colic, you make faces like
    mummers; set up the bloody flag against all
    patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot,
    dismiss the controversy bleeding the more entangled
    by your hearing: all the peace you make in their
    cause is, calling both the parties knaves. You are
    a pair of strange ones.

32 II / 1
  • Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall
    encounter such ridiculou...
  • Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall
    encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When
    you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the
    wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not
    so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's
    cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-
    saddle. Yet you must be saying, CORIOLANUS is proud;
    who in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessors
    since Deucalion, though peradventure some of the
    best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to
    your worships: more of your conversation would
    infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly
    plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.
    [BRUTUS and SICINIUS go aside]
    [Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA]
    How now, my as fair as noble ladies,--and the moon,
    were she earthly, no nobler,--whither do you follow
    your eyes so fast?
  • Junius Brutus. Come, come, you are well understood to be a
    perfecter giber for the table than a necessary
    bencher in the Capitol.

    Menenius Agrippa. Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall
    encounter such ridiculous subjects as you are. When
    you speak best unto the purpose, it is not worth the
    wagging of your beards; and your beards deserve not
    so honourable a grave as to stuff a botcher's
    cushion, or to be entombed in an ass's pack-
    saddle. Yet you must be saying, CORIOLANUS is proud;
    who in a cheap estimation, is worth predecessors
    since Deucalion, though peradventure some of the
    best of 'em were hereditary hangmen. God-den to
    your worships: more of your conversation would
    infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly
    plebeians: I will be bold to take my leave of you.
    [BRUTUS and SICINIUS go aside]
    [Enter VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, and VALERIA]
    How now, my as fair as noble ladies,--and the moon,
    were she earthly, no nobler,--whither do you follow
    your eyes so fast?

33 II / 1
  • Ha! CORIOLANUS coming home!
  • Ha! CORIOLANUS coming home!
  • Volumnia. Honourable Menenius, my boy CORIOLANUS approaches; for
    the love of Juno, let's go.

    Menenius Agrippa. Ha! CORIOLANUS coming home!

34 II / 1
  • Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
    CORIOLANUS coming home!
  • Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
    CORIOLANUS coming home!
  • Volumnia. Ay, worthy Menenius; and with most prosperous
    approbation.

    Menenius Agrippa. Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
    CORIOLANUS coming home!

35 II / 1
  • I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for
    me!
  • I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for
    me!
  • Volumnia. Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
    another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one
    at home for you.

    Menenius Agrippa. I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for
    me!

36 II / 1
  • A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven
    years' health; in which time...
  • A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven
    years' health; in which time I will make a lip at
    the physician: the most sovereign prescription in
    Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative,
    of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he
    not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.
  • Virgilia. Yes, certain, there's a letter for you; I saw't.

    Menenius Agrippa. A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven
    years' health; in which time I will make a lip at
    the physician: the most sovereign prescription in
    Galen is but empiricutic, and, to this preservative,
    of no better report than a horse-drench. Is he
    not wounded? he was wont to come home wounded.

37 II / 1
  • So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
    victory in his pocket? the wou...
  • So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
    victory in his pocket? the wounds become him.
  • Volumnia. O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.

    Menenius Agrippa. So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
    victory in his pocket? the wounds become him.

38 II / 1
  • Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
  • Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?
  • Volumnia. On's brows: Menenius, he comes the third time home
    with the oaken garland.

    Menenius Agrippa. Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly?

39 II / 1
  • And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that:
    an he had stayed by him,...
  • And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that:
    an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so
    fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold
    that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?
  • Volumnia. Titus TITUS writes, they fought together, but
    Aufidius got off.

    Menenius Agrippa. And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that:
    an he had stayed by him, I would not have been so
    fidiused for all the chests in Corioli, and the gold
    that's in them. Is the senate possessed of this?

40 II / 1
  • Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his
    true purchasing.
  • Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his
    true purchasing.
  • Valeria. In troth, there's wondrous things spoke of him.

    Menenius Agrippa. Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his
    true purchasing.

41 II / 1
  • True! I'll be sworn they are true.
    Where is he wounded?
    [To the Tribunes...
  • True! I'll be sworn they are true.
    Where is he wounded?
    [To the Tribunes]
    God save your good worships! CORIOLANUS is coming
    home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?
  • Volumnia. True! pow, wow.

    Menenius Agrippa. True! I'll be sworn they are true.
    Where is he wounded?
    [To the Tribunes]
    God save your good worships! CORIOLANUS is coming
    home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

42 II / 1
  • One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,--there's
    nine that I know.
  • One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,--there's
    nine that I know.
  • Volumnia. I' the shoulder and i' the left arm there will be
    large cicatrices to show the people, when he shall
    stand for his place. He received in the repulse of
    Tarquin seven hurts i' the body.

    Menenius Agrippa. One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,--there's
    nine that I know.

43 II / 1
  • Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
    [A shout and flouris...
  • Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
    [A shout and flourish]
    Hark! the trumpets.
  • Volumnia. He had, before this last expedition, twenty-five
    wounds upon him.

    Menenius Agrippa. Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
    [A shout and flourish]
    Hark! the trumpets.

44 II / 1
  • Now, the gods crown thee!
  • Now, the gods crown thee!
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. Now, the gods crown thee!

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

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

46 II / 2
  • Having determined of the Volsces and
    To send for Titus TITUS, it remains,
  • Having determined of the Volsces and
    To send for Titus TITUS, it remains,
    As the main point of this our after-meeting,
    To gratify his noble service that
    Hath thus stood for his country: therefore,
    please you,
    Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
    The present consul, and last general
    In our well-found successes, to report
    A little of that worthy work perform'd
    By Caius CORIOLANUS Coriolanus, whom
    We met here both to thank and to remember
    With honours like himself.
  • First Officer. No more of him; he is a worthy man: make way, they
    are coming.
    [A sennet. Enter, with actors before them, COMINIUS]
    the consul, MENENIUS, CORIOLANUS, Senators,
    SICINIUS and BRUTUS. The Senators take their
    places; the Tribunes take their Places by
    themselves. CORIOLANUS stands]

    Menenius Agrippa. Having determined of the Volsces and
    To send for Titus TITUS, it remains,
    As the main point of this our after-meeting,
    To gratify his noble service that
    Hath thus stood for his country: therefore,
    please you,
    Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
    The present consul, and last general
    In our well-found successes, to report
    A little of that worthy work perform'd
    By Caius CORIOLANUS Coriolanus, whom
    We met here both to thank and to remember
    With honours like himself.

47 II / 2
  • That's off, that's off;
    I would you rather had been silent. Please you
    T...
  • That's off, that's off;
    I would you rather had been silent. Please you
    To hear Cominius speak?
  • Junius Brutus. Which the rather
    We shall be blest to do, if he remember
    A kinder value of the people than
    He hath hereto prized them at.

    Menenius Agrippa. That's off, that's off;
    I would you rather had been silent. Please you
    To hear Cominius speak?

48 II / 2
  • He loves your people
    But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
    Worthy Comin...
  • He loves your people
    But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
    Worthy Cominius, speak.
    [CORIOLANUS offers to go away]
    Nay, keep your place.
  • Junius Brutus. Most willingly;
    But yet my caution was more pertinent
    Than the rebuke you give it.

    Menenius Agrippa. He loves your people
    But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
    Worthy Cominius, speak.
    [CORIOLANUS offers to go away]
    Nay, keep your place.

49 II / 2
  • Pray now, sit down.
  • Pray now, sit down.
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. Pray now, sit down.

50 II / 2
  • Masters of the people,
    Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
    That'...
  • Masters of the people,
    Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
    That's thousand to one good one--when you now see
    He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
    Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. Masters of the people,
    Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
    That's thousand to one good one--when you now see
    He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
    Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius.

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

    Menenius Agrippa. Worthy man!

52 II / 2
  • He's right noble:
    Let him be call'd for.
  • He's right noble:
    Let him be call'd for.
  • Cominius. Our spoils he kick'd at,
    And look'd upon things precious as they were
    The common muck of the world: he covets less
    Than misery itself would give; rewards
    His deeds with doing them, and is content
    To spend the time to end it.

    Menenius Agrippa. He's right noble:
    Let him be call'd for.

53 II / 2
  • The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
    To make thee consul.
  • The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
    To make thee consul.
  • Officer. He doth appear.

    Menenius Agrippa. The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
    To make thee consul.

54 II / 2
  • It then remains
    That you do speak to the people.
  • It then remains
    That you do speak to the people.
  • Coriolanus. I do owe them still
    My life and services.

    Menenius Agrippa. It then remains
    That you do speak to the people.

55 II / 2
  • Put them not to't:
    Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
    Take to you, a...
  • 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.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Sir, the people
    Must have their voices; neither will they bate
    One jot of ceremony.

    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.

56 II / 2
  • Do not stand upon't.
    We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
    Our pu...
  • Do not stand upon't.
    We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
    Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul
    Wish we all joy and honour.Senators. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
    [Flourish of cornets. Exeunt all but SICINIUS]
    and BRUTUS]
  • 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!

    Menenius Agrippa. Do not stand upon't.
    We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
    Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul
    Wish we all joy and honour.Senators. To Coriolanus come all joy and honour!
    [Flourish of cornets. Exeunt all but SICINIUS]
    and BRUTUS]

57 II / 3
  • O sir, you are not right: have you not known
    The worthiest men have done't?
  • O sir, you are not right: have you not known
    The worthiest men have done't?
  • All. Content, content.

    Menenius Agrippa. O sir, you are not right: have you not known
    The worthiest men have done't?

58 II / 3
  • O me, the gods!
    You must not speak of that: you must desire them
    To thin...
  • O me, the gods!
    You must not speak of that: you must desire them
    To think upon you.
  • 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.'

    Menenius Agrippa. O me, the gods!
    You must not speak of that: you must desire them
    To think upon you.

59 II / 3
  • You'll mar all:
    I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
    In w...
  • You'll mar all:
    I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
    In wholesome manner.
  • Coriolanus. Think upon me! hang 'em!
    I would they would forget me, like the virtues
    Which our divines lose by 'em.

    Menenius Agrippa. You'll mar all:
    I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
    In wholesome manner.

60 II / 3
  • You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes
    Endue you with the people's...
  • 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. Worthy voices!

    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.

61 II / 3
  • I'll keep you company. Will you along?
  • I'll keep you company. Will you along?
  • Coriolanus. That I'll straight do; and, knowing myself again,
    Repair to the senate-house.

    Menenius Agrippa. I'll keep you company. Will you along?

62 III / 1
  • The matter?
  • The matter?
  • Coriolanus. What makes this change?

    Menenius Agrippa. The matter?

63 III / 1
  • Be calm, be calm.
  • Be calm, be calm.
  • 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?

    Menenius Agrippa. Be calm, be calm.

64 III / 1
  • Let's be calm.
  • Let's be calm.
  • Sicinius Velutus. You show too much of that
    For which the people stir: if you will pass
    To where you are bound, you must inquire your way,
    Which you are out of, with a gentler spirit,
    Or never be so noble as a consul,
    Nor yoke with him for tribune.

    Menenius Agrippa. Let's be calm.

65 III / 1
  • Not now, not now.
  • Not now, not now.
  • Coriolanus. Tell me of corn!
    This was my speech, and I will speak't again--

    Menenius Agrippa. Not now, not now.

66 III / 1
  • Well, no more.
  • Well, no more.
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. Well, no more.

67 III / 1
  • What, what? his choler?
  • What, what? his choler?
  • Sicinius Velutus. 'Twere well
    We let the people know't.

    Menenius Agrippa. What, what? his choler?

68 III / 1
  • Well, well, no more of that.
  • Well, well, no more of that.
  • Coriolanus. Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth
    The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used
    Sometime in Greece,--

    Menenius Agrippa. Well, well, no more of that.

69 III / 1
  • Come, enough.
  • Come, enough.
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. Come, enough.

70 III / 1
  • On both sides more respect.
  • On both sides more respect.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Help, ye citizens!
    [Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with]
    the AEdiles]

    Menenius Agrippa. On both sides more respect.

71 III / 1
  • What is about to be? I am out of breath;
    Confusion's near; I cannot speak. Y...
  • What is about to be? I am out of breath;
    Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
    To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
    Speak, good Sicinius.
  • Citizens. Down with him! down with him!
    [They all bustle about CORIOLANUS, crying]
    'Tribunes!' 'Patricians!' 'Citizens!' 'What, ho!'
    'Sicinius!' 'Brutus!' 'Coriolanus!' 'Citizens!'
    'Peace, peace, peace!' 'Stay, hold, peace!'

    Menenius Agrippa. What is about to be? I am out of breath;
    Confusion's near; I cannot speak. You, tribunes
    To the people! Coriolanus, patience!
    Speak, good Sicinius.

72 III / 1
  • Fie, fie, fie!
    This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
  • Fie, fie, fie!
    This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
  • Sicinius Velutus. You are at point to lose your liberties:
    CORIOLANUS would have all from you; CORIOLANUS,
    Whom late you have named for consul.

    Menenius Agrippa. Fie, fie, fie!
    This is the way to kindle, not to quench.

73 III / 1
  • And so are like to do.
  • And so are like to do.
  • Citizens. You so remain.

    Menenius Agrippa. And so are like to do.

74 III / 1
  • Hear me one word;
    Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
  • Hear me one word;
    Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.
  • Citizens. Yield, CORIOLANUS, yield!

    Menenius Agrippa. Hear me one word;
    Beseech you, tribunes, hear me but a word.

75 III / 1
  • [To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your
    country's friend,
    And temperate...
  • [To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your
    country's friend,
    And temperately proceed to what you would
    Thus violently redress.
  • Aedile. Peace, peace!

    Menenius Agrippa. [To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your
    country's friend,
    And temperately proceed to what you would
    Thus violently redress.

76 III / 1
  • Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
  • Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile.

77 III / 1
  • Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
    All will be naught else.
  • Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
    All will be naught else.
  • Citizens. Down with him, down with him!
    [In this mutiny, the Tribunes, the AEdiles, and the]
    People, are beat in]

    Menenius Agrippa. Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
    All will be naught else.

78 III / 1
  • Sham it be put to that?
  • Sham it be put to that?
  • Cominius. Stand fast;
    We have as many friends as enemies.

    Menenius Agrippa. Sham it be put to that?

79 III / 1
  • For 'tis a sore upon us,
    You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
  • For 'tis a sore upon us,
    You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.
  • First Senator. The gods forbid!
    I prithee, noble friend, home to thy house;
    Leave us to cure this cause.

    Menenius Agrippa. For 'tis a sore upon us,
    You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.

80 III / 1
  • Be gone;
    Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
    One time will owe an...
  • Be gone;
    Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
    One time will owe another.
  • 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--

    Menenius Agrippa. Be gone;
    Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
    One time will owe another.

81 III / 1
  • Pray you, be gone:
    I'll try whether my old wit be in request
    With those...
  • Pray you, be gone:
    I'll try whether my old wit be in request
    With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
    With cloth of any colour.
  • Cominius. I could myself
    Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
    two tribunes:
    But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
    And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
    Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
    Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
    Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
    What they are used to bear.

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

82 III / 1
  • His nature is too noble for the world:
    He would not flatter Neptune for his...
  • His nature is too noble for the world:
    He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
    Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
    What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
    And, being angry, does forget that ever
    He heard the name of death.
    [A noise within]
    Here's goodly work!
  • Patrician. This man has marr'd his fortune.

    Menenius Agrippa. His nature is too noble for the world:
    He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
    Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
    What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
    And, being angry, does forget that ever
    He heard the name of death.
    [A noise within]
    Here's goodly work!

83 III / 1
  • I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
    Could he not speak 'em fair?...
  • I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
    Could he not speak 'em fair?
  • Second Patrician. I would they were abed!

    Menenius Agrippa. I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
    Could he not speak 'em fair?

84 III / 1
  • You worthy tribunes,--
  • You worthy tribunes,--
  • Sicinius Velutus. Where is this viper
    That would depopulate the city and
    Be every man himself?

    Menenius Agrippa. You worthy tribunes,--

85 III / 1
  • Sir, sir,--
  • Sir, sir,--
  • Citizens. He shall, sure on't.

    Menenius Agrippa. Sir, sir,--

86 III / 1
  • Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
    With modest warrant.
  • Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
    With modest warrant.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Peace!

    Menenius Agrippa. Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
    With modest warrant.

87 III / 1
  • Hear me speak:
    As I do know the consul's worthiness,
    So can I name his f...
  • Hear me speak:
    As I do know the consul's worthiness,
    So can I name his faults,--
  • Sicinius Velutus. Sir, how comes't that you
    Have holp to make this rescue?

    Menenius Agrippa. Hear me speak:
    As I do know the consul's worthiness,
    So can I name his faults,--

88 III / 1
  • The consul Coriolanus.
  • The consul Coriolanus.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Consul! what consul?

    Menenius Agrippa. The consul Coriolanus.

89 III / 1
  • If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,
    I may be heard, I would...
  • If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,
    I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;
    The which shall turn you to no further harm
    Than so much loss of time.
  • Citizens. No, no, no, no, no.

    Menenius Agrippa. If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,
    I may be heard, I would crave a word or two;
    The which shall turn you to no further harm
    Than so much loss of time.

90 III / 1
  • Now the good gods forbid
    That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
    Towards...
  • Now the good gods forbid
    That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
    Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
    In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
    Should now eat up her own!
  • Sicinius Velutus. Speak briefly then;
    For we are peremptory to dispatch
    This viperous traitor: to eject him hence
    Were but one danger, and to keep him here
    Our certain death: therefore it is decreed
    He dies to-night.

    Menenius Agrippa. Now the good gods forbid
    That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
    Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
    In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
    Should now eat up her own!

91 III / 1
  • O, he's a limb that has but a disease;
    Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, ea...
  • O, he's a limb that has but a disease;
    Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
    What has he done to Rome that's worthy death?
    Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost--
    Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
    By many an ounce--he dropp'd it for his country;
    And what is left, to lose it by his country,
    Were to us all, that do't and suffer it,
    A brand to the end o' the world.
  • Sicinius Velutus. He's a disease that must be cut away.

    Menenius Agrippa. O, he's a limb that has but a disease;
    Mortal, to cut it off; to cure it, easy.
    What has he done to Rome that's worthy death?
    Killing our enemies, the blood he hath lost--
    Which, I dare vouch, is more than that he hath,
    By many an ounce--he dropp'd it for his country;
    And what is left, to lose it by his country,
    Were to us all, that do't and suffer it,
    A brand to the end o' the world.

92 III / 1
  • The service of the foot
    Being once gangrened, is not then respected
    For...
  • The service of the foot
    Being once gangrened, is not then respected
    For what before it was.
  • Junius Brutus. Merely awry: when he did love his country,
    It honour'd him.

    Menenius Agrippa. The service of the foot
    Being once gangrened, is not then respected
    For what before it was.

93 III / 1
  • One word more, one word.
    This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
    The...
  • One word more, one word.
    This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
    The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late
    Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process;
    Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
    And sack great Rome with Romans.
  • Junius Brutus. We'll hear no more.
    Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
    Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
    Spread further.

    Menenius Agrippa. One word more, one word.
    This tiger-footed rage, when it shall find
    The harm of unscann'd swiftness, will too late
    Tie leaden pounds to's heels. Proceed by process;
    Lest parties, as he is beloved, break out,
    And sack great Rome with Romans.

94 III / 1
  • Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars
    Since he could draw a sword, and...
  • Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars
    Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd
    In bolted language; meal and bran together
    He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
    I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
    Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,
    In peace, to his utmost peril.
  • Sicinius Velutus. What do ye talk?
    Have we not had a taste of his obedience?
    Our aediles smote? ourselves resisted? Come.

    Menenius Agrippa. Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars
    Since he could draw a sword, and is ill school'd
    In bolted language; meal and bran together
    He throws without distinction. Give me leave,
    I'll go to him, and undertake to bring him
    Where he shall answer, by a lawful form,
    In peace, to his utmost peril.

95 III / 1
  • I'll bring him to you.
    [To the Senators]
    Let me desire your company: he...
  • I'll bring him to you.
    [To the Senators]
    Let me desire your company: he must come,
    Or what is worst will follow.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Meet on the market-place. We'll attend you there:
    Where, if you bring not CORIOLANUS, we'll proceed
    In our first way.

    Menenius Agrippa. I'll bring him to you.
    [To the Senators]
    Let me desire your company: he must come,
    Or what is worst will follow.

96 III / 2
  • Come, come, you have been too rough, something
    too rough;
    You must retur...
  • Come, come, you have been too rough, something
    too rough;
    You must return and mend it.
  • Patrician. Ay, and burn too.

    Menenius Agrippa. Come, come, you have been too rough, something
    too rough;
    You must return and mend it.

97 III / 2
  • Well said, noble woman?
    Before he should thus stoop to the herd, but that
  • 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.
  • Volumnia. Pray, be counsell'd:
    I have a heart as little apt as yours,
    But yet a brain that leads my use of anger
    To better vantage.

    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.

98 III / 2
  • Return to the tribunes.
  • Return to the tribunes.
  • Coriolanus. What must I do?

    Menenius Agrippa. Return to the tribunes.

99 III / 2
  • Repent what you have spoke.
  • Repent what you have spoke.
  • Coriolanus. Well, what then? what then?

    Menenius Agrippa. Repent what you have spoke.

100 III / 2
  • A good demand.
  • A good demand.
  • Coriolanus. Tush, tush!

    Menenius Agrippa. A good demand.

101 III / 2
  • Noble lady!
    Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
    Not what is...
  • Noble lady!
    Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
    Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
    Of what is past.
  • Volumnia. Because that now it lies you on to speak
    To the people; not by your own instruction,
    Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you,
    But with such words that are but rooted in
    Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables
    Of no allowance to your bosom's truth.
    Now, this no more dishonours you at all
    Than to take in a town with gentle words,
    Which else would put you to your fortune and
    The hazard of much blood.
    I would dissemble with my nature where
    My fortunes and my friends at stake required
    I should do so in honour: I am in this,
    Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles;
    And you will rather show our general louts
    How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em,
    For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard
    Of what that want might ruin.

    Menenius Agrippa. Noble lady!
    Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so,
    Not what is dangerous present, but the loss
    Of what is past.

102 III / 2
  • This but done,
    Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
    For the...
  • This but done,
    Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
    For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
    As words to little purpose.
  • Volumnia. I prithee now, my son,
    Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
    And thus far having stretch'd it--here be with them--
    Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business
    Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant
    More learned than the ears--waving thy head,
    Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart,
    Now humble as the ripest mulberry
    That will not hold the handling: or say to them,
    Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils
    Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess,
    Were fit for thee to use as they to claim,
    In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame
    Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far
    As thou hast power and person.

    Menenius Agrippa. This but done,
    Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours;
    For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free
    As words to little purpose.

103 III / 2
  • Only fair speech.
  • Only fair speech.
  • Cominius. I have been i' the market-place; and, sir,'tis fit
    You make strong party, or defend yourself
    By calmness or by absence: all's in anger.

    Menenius Agrippa. Only fair speech.

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

    Menenius Agrippa. Ay, but mildly.

105 III / 3
  • Calmly, I do beseech you.
  • Calmly, I do beseech you.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Well, here he comes.
    [Enter CORIOLANUS, MENENIUS, and COMINIUS,]
    with Senators and Patricians]

    Menenius Agrippa. Calmly, I do beseech you.

106 III / 3
  • A noble wish.
  • A noble wish.
  • First Senator. Amen, amen.

    Menenius Agrippa. A noble wish.

107 III / 3
  • Lo, citizens, he says he is content:
    The warlike service he has done, consid...
  • 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. I am content.

    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.

108 III / 3
  • Consider further,
    That when he speaks not like a citizen,
    You find him l...
  • Consider further,
    That when he speaks not like a citizen,
    You find him like a soldier: do not take
    His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
    But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
    Rather than envy you.
  • Coriolanus. Scratches with briers,
    Scars to move laughter only.

    Menenius Agrippa. Consider further,
    That when he speaks not like a citizen,
    You find him like a soldier: do not take
    His rougher accents for malicious sounds,
    But, as I say, such as become a soldier,
    Rather than envy you.

109 III / 3
  • Nay, temperately; your promise.
  • Nay, temperately; your promise.
  • Coriolanus. How! traitor!

    Menenius Agrippa. Nay, temperately; your promise.

110 III / 3
  • Is this the promise that you made your mother?
  • Is this the promise that you made your mother?
  • Coriolanus. You?

    Menenius Agrippa. Is this the promise that you made your mother?

111 IV / 3
  • That's worthily
    As any ear can hear. Come, let's not weep.
    If I could sh...
  • 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. 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.

    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.

112 IV / 2
  • Peace, peace; be not so loud.
  • Peace, peace; be not so loud.
  • Volumnia. O, ye're well met: the hoarded plague o' the gods
    Requite your love!

    Menenius Agrippa. Peace, peace; be not so loud.

113 IV / 2
  • Come, come, peace.
  • Come, come, peace.
  • Volumnia. Bastards and all.
    Good man, the wounds that he does bear for Rome!

    Menenius Agrippa. Come, come, peace.

114 IV / 2
  • You have told them home;
    And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with m...
  • You have told them home;
    And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?
  • Volumnia. Take my prayers with you.
    [Exeunt Tribunes]
    I would the gods had nothing else to do
    But to confirm my curses! Could I meet 'em
    But once a-day, it would unclog my heart
    Of what lies heavy to't.

    Menenius Agrippa. You have told them home;
    And, by my troth, you have cause. You'll sup with me?

115 IV / 2
  • Fie, fie, fie!
  • Fie, fie, fie!
  • Volumnia. Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
    And so shall starve with feeding. Come, let's go:
    Leave this faint puling and lament as I do,
    In anger, Juno-like. Come, come, come.

    Menenius Agrippa. Fie, fie, fie!

116 IV / 6
  • Hail to you both!
  • Hail to you both!
  • "Both Tribunes". Hail sir!

    Menenius Agrippa. Hail to you both!

117 IV / 6
  • All's well; and might have been much better, if
    He could have temporized.
  • All's well; and might have been much better, if
    He could have temporized.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Your Coriolanus
    Is not much miss'd, but with his friends:
    The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do,
    Were he more angry at it.

    Menenius Agrippa. All's well; and might have been much better, if
    He could have temporized.

118 IV / 6
  • Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
    Hear nothing from him.
  • Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
    Hear nothing from him.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Where is he, hear you?

    Menenius Agrippa. Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
    Hear nothing from him.

119 IV / 6
  • I think not so.
  • I think not so.
  • Sicinius Velutus. And affecting one sole throne,
    Without assistance.

    Menenius Agrippa. I think not so.

120 IV / 6
  • 'Tis Aufidius,
    Who, hearing of our CORIOLANUS' banishment,
    Thrusts forth...
  • 'Tis Aufidius,
    Who, hearing of our CORIOLANUS' banishment,
    Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;
    Which were inshell'd when CORIOLANUS stood for Rome,
    And durst not once peep out.
  • Aedile. Worthy tribunes,
    There is a slave, whom we have put in prison,
    Reports, the Volsces with two several powers
    Are enter'd in the Roman territories,
    And with the deepest malice of the war
    Destroy what lies before 'em.

    Menenius Agrippa. 'Tis Aufidius,
    Who, hearing of our CORIOLANUS' banishment,
    Thrusts forth his horns again into the world;
    Which were inshell'd when CORIOLANUS stood for Rome,
    And durst not once peep out.

121 IV / 6
  • Cannot be!
    We have record that very well it can,
    And three examples of t...
  • Cannot be!
    We have record that very well it can,
    And three examples of the like have been
    Within my age. But reason with the fellow,
    Before you punish him, where he heard this,
    Lest you shall chance to whip your information
    And beat the messenger who bids beware
    Of what is to be dreaded.
  • Junius Brutus. Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be
    The Volsces dare break with us.

    Menenius Agrippa. Cannot be!
    We have record that very well it can,
    And three examples of the like have been
    Within my age. But reason with the fellow,
    Before you punish him, where he heard this,
    Lest you shall chance to whip your information
    And beat the messenger who bids beware
    Of what is to be dreaded.

122 IV / 6
  • This is unlikely:
    He and Aufidius can no more atone
    Than violentest cont...
  • This is unlikely:
    He and Aufidius can no more atone
    Than violentest contrariety.
  • Sicinius Velutus. The very trick on't.

    Menenius Agrippa. This is unlikely:
    He and Aufidius can no more atone
    Than violentest contrariety.

123 IV / 6
  • What news? what news?
  • What news? what news?
  • Cominius. O, you have made good work!

    Menenius Agrippa. What news? what news?

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

    Menenius Agrippa. What's the news? what's the news?

125 IV / 6
  • Pray now, your news?
    You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?--...
  • Pray now, your news?
    You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?--
    If CORIOLANUS should be join'd with Volscians,--
  • Cominius. Your temples burned in their cement, and
    Your franchises, whereon you stood, confined
    Into an auger's bore.

    Menenius Agrippa. Pray now, your news?
    You have made fair work, I fear me.--Pray, your news?--
    If CORIOLANUS should be join'd with Volscians,--

126 IV / 6
  • You have made good work,
    You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much <...
  • You have made good work,
    You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much
    on the voice of occupation and
    The breath of garlic-eaters!
  • Cominius. If!
    He is their god: he leads them like a thing
    Made by some other deity than nature,
    That shapes man better; and they follow him,
    Against us brats, with no less confidence
    Than boys pursuing summer butterflies,
    Or butchers killing flies.

    Menenius Agrippa. You have made good work,
    You and your apron-men; you that stood so up much
    on the voice of occupation and
    The breath of garlic-eaters!

127 IV / 6
  • As Hercules
    Did shake down mellow fruit.
    You have made fair work!
  • As Hercules
    Did shake down mellow fruit.
    You have made fair work!
  • Cominius. He will shake
    Your Rome about your ears.

    Menenius Agrippa. As Hercules
    Did shake down mellow fruit.
    You have made fair work!

128 IV / 6
  • We are all undone, unless
    The noble man have mercy.
  • We are all undone, unless
    The noble man have mercy.
  • Cominius. Ay; and you'll look pale
    Before you find it other. All the regions
    Do smilingly revolt; and who resist
    Are mock'd for valiant ignorance,
    And perish constant fools. Who is't can blame him?
    Your enemies and his find something in him.

    Menenius Agrippa. We are all undone, unless
    The noble man have mercy.

129 IV / 6
  • 'Tis true:
    If he were putting to my house the brand
    That should consume...
  • 'Tis true:
    If he were putting to my house the brand
    That should consume it, I have not the face
    To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands,
    You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!
  • Cominius. Who shall ask it?
    The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
    Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
    Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
    Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even
    As those should do that had deserved his hate,
    And therein show'd like enemies.

    Menenius Agrippa. 'Tis true:
    If he were putting to my house the brand
    That should consume it, I have not the face
    To say 'Beseech you, cease.' You have made fair hands,
    You and your crafts! you have crafted fair!

130 IV / 6
  • How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
    And cowardly nobles, gave way...
  • How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
    And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,
    Who did hoot him out o' the city.
  • "Both Tribunes". Say not we brought it.

    Menenius Agrippa. How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
    And cowardly nobles, gave way unto your clusters,
    Who did hoot him out o' the city.

131 IV / 6
  • Here come the clusters.
    And is Aufidius with him? You are they
    That made...
  • Here come the clusters.
    And is Aufidius with him? You are they
    That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
    Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
    Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
    And not a hair upon a soldier's head
    Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
    As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
    And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
    if he could burn us all into one coal,
    We have deserved it.
  • Cominius. But I fear
    They'll roar him in again. Tullus Aufidius,
    The second name of men, obeys his points
    As if he were his officer: desperation
    Is all the policy, strength and defence,
    That Rome can make against them.

    Menenius Agrippa. Here come the clusters.
    And is Aufidius with him? You are they
    That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
    Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
    Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
    And not a hair upon a soldier's head
    Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
    As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
    And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
    if he could burn us all into one coal,
    We have deserved it.

132 IV / 6
  • You have made
    Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?
  • You have made
    Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?
  • Cominius. Ye re goodly things, you voices!

    Menenius Agrippa. You have made
    Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?

133 V / 1
  • No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said
    Which was sometime his general;...
  • No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said
    Which was sometime his general; who loved him
    In a most dear particular. He call'd me father:
    But what o' that? Go, you that banish'd him;
    A mile before his tent fall down, and knee
    The way into his mercy: nay, if he coy'd
    To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home.
  • Tullus Aufidius. All places yield to him ere he sits down;
    And the nobility of Rome are his:
    The senators and patricians love him too:
    The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people
    Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty
    To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome
    As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
    By sovereignty of nature. First he was
    A noble servant to them; but he could not
    Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride,
    Which out of daily fortune ever taints
    The happy man; whether defect of judgment,
    To fail in the disposing of those chances
    Which he was lord of; or whether nature,
    Not to be other than one thing, not moving
    From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace
    Even with the same austerity and garb
    As he controll'd the war; but one of these--
    As he hath spices of them all, not all,
    For I dare so far free him--made him fear'd,
    So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit,
    To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues
    Lie in the interpretation of the time:
    And power, unto itself most commendable,
    Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
    To extol what it hath done.
    One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
    Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.
    Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine,
    Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine.

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

134 V / 1
  • Do you hear?
  • Do you hear?
  • Cominius. He would not seem to know me.

    Menenius Agrippa. Do you hear?

135 V / 1
  • Why, so: you have made good work!
    A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Ro...
  • Why, so: you have made good work!
    A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
    To make coals cheap,--a noble memory!
  • Cominius. Yet one time he did call me by my name:
    I urged our old acquaintance, and the drops
    That we have bled together. Coriolanus
    He would not answer to: forbad all names;
    He was a kind of nothing, titleless,
    Till he had forged himself a name o' the fire
    Of burning Rome.

    Menenius Agrippa. Why, so: you have made good work!
    A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
    To make coals cheap,--a noble memory!

136 V / 1
  • Very well:
    Could he say less?
  • Very well:
    Could he say less?
  • Cominius. I minded him how royal 'twas to pardon
    When it was less expected: he replied,
    It was a bare petition of a state
    To one whom they had punish'd.

    Menenius Agrippa. Very well:
    Could he say less?

137 V / 1
  • For one poor grain or two!
    I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child, <...
  • For one poor grain or two!
    I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child,
    And this brave fellow too, we are the grains:
    You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
    Above the moon: we must be burnt for you.
  • Cominius. I offer'd to awaken his regard
    For's private friends: his answer to me was,
    He could not stay to pick them in a pile
    Of noisome musty chaff: he said 'twas folly,
    For one poor grain or two, to leave unburnt,
    And still to nose the offence.

    Menenius Agrippa. For one poor grain or two!
    I am one of those; his mother, wife, his child,
    And this brave fellow too, we are the grains:
    You are the musty chaff; and you are smelt
    Above the moon: we must be burnt for you.

138 V / 1
  • No, I'll not meddle.
  • No, I'll not meddle.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Nay, pray, be patient: if you refuse your aid
    In this so never-needed help, yet do not
    Upbraid's with our distress. But, sure, if you
    Would be your country's pleader, your good tongue,
    More than the instant army we can make,
    Might stop our countryman.

    Menenius Agrippa. No, I'll not meddle.

139 V / 1
  • What should I do?
  • What should I do?
  • Sicinius Velutus. Pray you, go to him.

    Menenius Agrippa. What should I do?

140 V / 1
  • Well, and say that CORIOLANUS
    Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
    Unhear...
  • Well, and say that CORIOLANUS
    Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
    Unheard; what then?
    But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
    With his unkindness? say't be so?
  • Junius Brutus. Only make trial what your love can do
    For Rome, towards CORIOLANUS.

    Menenius Agrippa. Well, and say that CORIOLANUS
    Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
    Unheard; what then?
    But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
    With his unkindness? say't be so?

141 V / 1
  • I'll undertake 't:
    I think he'll hear me. Yet, to bite his lip
    And hum a...
  • I'll undertake 't:
    I think he'll hear me. Yet, to bite his lip
    And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me.
    He was not taken well; he had not dined:
    The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
    We pout upon the morning, are unapt
    To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd
    These and these conveyances of our blood
    With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls
    Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him
    Till he be dieted to my request,
    And then I'll set upon him.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Yet your good will
    must have that thanks from Rome, after the measure
    As you intended well.

    Menenius Agrippa. I'll undertake 't:
    I think he'll hear me. Yet, to bite his lip
    And hum at good Cominius, much unhearts me.
    He was not taken well; he had not dined:
    The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then
    We pout upon the morning, are unapt
    To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd
    These and these conveyances of our blood
    With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls
    Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch him
    Till he be dieted to my request,
    And then I'll set upon him.

142 V / 1
  • Good faith, I'll prove him,
    Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowled...
  • Good faith, I'll prove him,
    Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge
    Of my success.
  • Junius Brutus. You know the very road into his kindness,
    And cannot lose your way.

    Menenius Agrippa. Good faith, I'll prove him,
    Speed how it will. I shall ere long have knowledge
    Of my success.

143 V / 2
  • You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave,
    I am an officer of state,...
  • You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave,
    I am an officer of state, and come
    To speak with Coriolanus.
  • Second Senator. Stand, and go back.

    Menenius Agrippa. You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave,
    I am an officer of state, and come
    To speak with Coriolanus.

144 V / 2
  • From Rome.
  • From Rome.
  • First Senator. From whence?

    Menenius Agrippa. From Rome.

145 V / 2
  • Good my friends,
    If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
    And of his...
  • Good my friends,
    If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
    And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,
    My name hath touch'd your ears it is Menenius.
  • Second Senator. You'll see your Rome embraced with fire before
    You'll speak with Coriolanus.

    Menenius Agrippa. Good my friends,
    If you have heard your general talk of Rome,
    And of his friends there, it is lots to blanks,
    My name hath touch'd your ears it is Menenius.

146 V / 2
  • I tell thee, fellow,
    The general is my lover: I have been
    The book of hi...
  • I tell thee, fellow,
    The general is my lover: I have been
    The book of his good acts, whence men have read
    His name unparallel'd, haply amplified;
    For I have ever verified my friends,
    Of whom he's chief, with all the size that verity
    Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,
    Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,
    I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise
    Have almost stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow,
    I must have leave to pass.
  • First Senator. Be it so; go back: the virtue of your name
    Is not here passable.

    Menenius Agrippa. I tell thee, fellow,
    The general is my lover: I have been
    The book of his good acts, whence men have read
    His name unparallel'd, haply amplified;
    For I have ever verified my friends,
    Of whom he's chief, with all the size that verity
    Would without lapsing suffer: nay, sometimes,
    Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground,
    I have tumbled past the throw; and in his praise
    Have almost stamp'd the leasing: therefore, fellow,
    I must have leave to pass.

147 V / 2
  • Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
    always factionary on the part...
  • Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
    always factionary on the party of your general.
  • First Senator. Faith, sir, if you had told as many lies in his
    behalf as you have uttered words in your own, you
    should not pass here; no, though it were as virtuous
    to lie as to live chastely. Therefore, go back.

    Menenius Agrippa. Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
    always factionary on the party of your general.

148 V / 2
  • Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
    speak with him till after din...
  • Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
    speak with him till after dinner.
  • Second Senator. Howsoever you have been his liar, as you say you
    have, I am one that, telling true under him, must
    say, you cannot pass. Therefore, go back.

    Menenius Agrippa. Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
    speak with him till after dinner.

149 V / 2
  • I am, as thy general is.
  • I am, as thy general is.
  • First Senator. You are a Roman, are you?

    Menenius Agrippa. I am, as thy general is.

150 V / 2
  • Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would
    use me with estimation.
  • Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would
    use me with estimation.
  • First Senator. Then you should hate Rome, as he does. Can you,
    when you have pushed out your gates the very
    defender of them, and, in a violent popular
    ignorance, given your enemy your shield, think to
    front his revenges with the easy groans of old
    women, the virginal palms of your daughters, or with
    the palsied intercession of such a decayed dotant as
    you seem to be? Can you think to blow out the
    intended fire your city is ready to flame in, with
    such weak breath as this? No, you are deceived;
    therefore, back to Rome, and prepare for your
    execution: you are condemned, our general has sworn
    you out of reprieve and pardon.

    Menenius Agrippa. Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would
    use me with estimation.

151 V / 2
  • I mean, thy general.
  • I mean, thy general.
  • Second Senator. Come, my captain knows you not.

    Menenius Agrippa. I mean, thy general.

152 V / 2
  • Nay, but, fellow, fellow,--
  • Nay, but, fellow, fellow,--
  • First Senator. My general cares not for you. Back, I say, go; lest
    I let forth your half-pint of blood; back,--that's
    the utmost of your having: back.

    Menenius Agrippa. Nay, but, fellow, fellow,--

153 V / 2
  • Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you:
    You shall know now that I am...
  • 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. What's the matter?

    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.

154 V / 2
  • How! away!
  • How! away!
  • Coriolanus. Away!

    Menenius Agrippa. How! away!

155 V / 2
  • I neither care for the world nor your general: for
    such things as you, I can...
  • I neither care for the world nor your general: for
    such things as you, I can scarce think there's any,
    ye're so slight. He that hath a will to die by
    himself fears it not from another: let your general
    do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and
    your misery increase with your age! I say to you,
    as I was said to, Away!
  • Second Senator. What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?

    Menenius Agrippa. I neither care for the world nor your general: for
    such things as you, I can scarce think there's any,
    ye're so slight. He that hath a will to die by
    himself fears it not from another: let your general
    do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and
    your misery increase with your age! I say to you,
    as I was said to, Away!

156 V / 4
  • See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond
    corner-stone?
  • See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond
    corner-stone?
  • 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.

    Menenius Agrippa. See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond
    corner-stone?

157 V / 4
  • If it be possible for you to displace it with your
    little finger, there is s...
  • If it be possible for you to displace it with your
    little finger, there is some hope the ladies of
    Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him.
    But I say there is no hope in't: our throats are
    sentenced and stay upon execution.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Why, what of that?

    Menenius Agrippa. If it be possible for you to displace it with your
    little finger, there is some hope the ladies of
    Rome, especially his mother, may prevail with him.
    But I say there is no hope in't: our throats are
    sentenced and stay upon execution.

158 V / 4
  • There is differency between a grub and a butterfly;
    yet your butterfly was a...
  • There is differency between a grub and a butterfly;
    yet your butterfly was a grub. This CORIOLANUS is grown
    from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a
    creeping thing.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Is't possible that so short a time can alter the
    condition of a man!

    Menenius Agrippa. There is differency between a grub and a butterfly;
    yet your butterfly was a grub. This CORIOLANUS is grown
    from man to dragon: he has wings; he's more than a
    creeping thing.

159 V / 4
  • So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother
    now than an eight-year-old...
  • So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother
    now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness
    of his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, he
    moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before
    his treading: he is able to pierce a corslet with
    his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a
    battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for
    Alexander. What he bids be done is finished with
    his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity
    and a heaven to throne in.
  • Sicinius Velutus. He loved his mother dearly.

    Menenius Agrippa. So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother
    now than an eight-year-old horse. The tartness
    of his face sours ripe grapes: when he walks, he
    moves like an engine, and the ground shrinks before
    his treading: he is able to pierce a corslet with
    his eye; talks like a knell, and his hum is a
    battery. He sits in his state, as a thing made for
    Alexander. What he bids be done is finished with
    his bidding. He wants nothing of a god but eternity
    and a heaven to throne in.

160 V / 4
  • I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his
    mother shall bring from hi...
  • I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his
    mother shall bring from him: there is no more mercy
    in him than there is milk in a male tiger; that
    shall our poor city find: and all this is long of
    you.
  • Sicinius Velutus. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly.

    Menenius Agrippa. I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his
    mother shall bring from him: there is no more mercy
    in him than there is milk in a male tiger; that
    shall our poor city find: and all this is long of
    you.

161 V / 4
  • No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto
    us. When we banished him,...
  • No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto
    us. When we banished him, we respected not them;
    and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.
  • Sicinius Velutus. The gods be good unto us!

    Menenius Agrippa. No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto
    us. When we banished him, we respected not them;
    and, he returning to break our necks, they respect not us.

162 V / 4
  • This is good news:
    I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
    Is worth of...
  • This is good news:
    I will go meet the ladies. This Volumnia
    Is worth of consuls, senators, patricians,
    A city full; of tribunes, such as you,
    A sea and land full. You have pray'd well to-day:
    This morning for ten thousand of your throats
    I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy!
  • Second Messenger. As certain as I know the sun is fire:
    Where have you lurk'd, that you make doubt of it?
    Ne'er through an arch so hurried the blown tide,
    As the recomforted through the gates. Why, hark you!
    [Trumpets; hautboys; drums beat; all together]
    The trumpets, sackbuts, psalteries and fifes,
    Tabours and cymbals and the shouting Romans,
    Make the sun dance. Hark you!

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

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