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

Second Servingman. Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon.

Third Servingman. What fellow's this?

First Servingman. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him
out of the house: prithee, call my master to him.

Third Servingman. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid
the house.

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

Third Servingman. What are you?

Coriolanus. A gentleman.

Third Servingman. A marvellous poor one.

Coriolanus. True, so I am.

Third Servingman. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other
station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.

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

Third Servingman. What, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a
strange guest he has here.

Second Servingman. And I shall.

Third Servingman. Where dwellest thou?

Coriolanus. Under the canopy.

Third Servingman. Under the canopy!

Coriolanus. Ay.

Third Servingman. Where's that?

Coriolanus. I' the city of kites and crows.

Third Servingman. I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!
Then thou dwellest with daws too?

Coriolanus. No, I serve not thy master.

Third Servingman. How, sir! do you meddle with my master?

First Servingman. Ay, and for an assault too.

Third Servingman. O slaves, I can tell you news,-- news, you rascals!

Second Servingman. [together] What, what, what? let's partake.

Third Servingman. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as
lieve be a condemned man.

Second Servingman. [together] wherefore?

Third Servingman. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,
Caius CORIOLANUS.

First Servingman. Why do you say 'thwack our general '?

Third Servingman. I do not say 'thwack our general;' but he was always
good enough for him.

First Servingman. But, more of thy news?

Third Servingman. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son
and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no
question asked him by any of the senators, but they
stand bald before him: our general himself makes a
mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and
turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But
the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i'
the middle and but one half of what he was
yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty
and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says,
and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.

Second Servingman. And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.

Third Servingman. Do't! he will do't; for, look you, sir, he has as
many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it
were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as
we term it, his friends whilst he's in directitude.

First Servingman. Directitude! what's that?

Third Servingman. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again,
and the man in blood, they will out of their
burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with
him.

First Servingman. But when goes this forward?

Third Servingman. To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the
drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a
parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they
wipe their lips.

First Servingman. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.

Third Servingman. Reason; because they then less need one another.
The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap
as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising.