The Tragedy of Coriolanus (1608)

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Act I, Scene 5

Corioli. A street.

First Roman
This will I carry to Rome.

Second Roman
And I this.

Third Roman
A murrain on't! I took this for silver.

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

Titus Lartius
Worthy sir, thou bleed'st;
Thy exercise hath been too violent for
A second course of fight.

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

Titus Lartius
Now the fair goddess, Fortune,
Fall deep in love with thee; and her great charms
Misguide thy opposers' swords! Bold gentleman,
Prosperity be thy page!

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

Titus Lartius
Thou worthiest CORIOLANUS!
[Exit CORIOLANUS]
Go, sound thy trumpet in the market-place;
Call thither all the officers o' the town,
Where they shall know our mind: away!

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