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He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such as she;
And she a fair divided excellence,
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.

      — King John, Act II Scene 1

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KEYWORD: coming

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1

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

1019

Ha! CORIOLANUS coming home!

2

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

1022

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

3

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

1060

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?

4

Coriolanus
[II, 2]

First Officer

1259

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]

5

Coriolanus
[III, 3]

Aedile

2348

He's coming.

6

Coriolanus
[IV, 6]

Menenius Agrippa

3177

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.

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