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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Second Citizen |
34 |
What he cannot help in his nature, you account a
vice in him. You must in no way say he is covetous.
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
57 |
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.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Coriolanus |
491 |
Then shall we hear their 'larum, and they ours.
Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work,
That we with smoking swords may march from hence,
To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast.
[They sound a parley. Enter two Senators with others]
on the walls]
Tutus Aufidius, is he within your walls?
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Coriolanus
[I, 5] |
Coriolanus |
576 |
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.
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5 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
First Citizen |
1437 |
And to make us no better thought of, a little help
will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude.
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Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Third Citizen |
1453 |
To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.
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7 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Sicinius Velutus |
1951 |
Help, ye citizens!
[Enter a rabble of Citizens (Plebeians), with]
the AEdiles]
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8 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Cominius |
2014 |
Help CORIOLANUS, help,
You that be noble; help him, young and old!
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9 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Cominius |
3163 |
You have brought
A trembling upon Rome, such as was never
So incapable of help.
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10 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 7] |
Tullus Aufidius |
3223 |
I cannot help it now,
Unless, by using means, I lame the foot
Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier,
Even to my person, than I thought he would
When first I did embrace him: yet his nature
In that's no changeling; and I must excuse
What cannot be amended.
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Coriolanus
[V, 1] |
Sicinius Velutus |
3315 |
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.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[V, 4] |
Sicinius Velutus |
3802 |
We will meet them,
And help the joy.
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Coriolanus
[V, 6] |
Tullus Aufidius |
3999 |
My rage is gone;
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,
Yet he shall have a noble memory. Assist.
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