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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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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
First Senator |
498 |
No, nor a man that fears you less than he,
That's lesser than a little.
[Drums afar off]
Hark! our drums
Are bringing forth our youth. We'll break our walls,
Rather than they shall pound us up: our gates,
Which yet seem shut, we, have but pinn'd with rushes;
They'll open of themselves.
[Alarum afar off]
Hark you. far off!
There is Aufidius; list, what work he makes
Amongst your cloven army.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 5] |
Coriolanus |
590 |
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.
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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 8] |
Coriolanus |
746 |
Within these three hours, Tullus,
Alone I fought in your Corioli walls,
And made what work I pleased: 'tis not my blood
Wherein thou seest me mask'd; for thy revenge
Wrench up thy power to the highest.
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Cominius |
763 |
If I should tell thee o'er this thy day's work,
Thou'ldst not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it
Where senators shall mingle tears with smiles,
Where great patricians shall attend and shrug,
I' the end admire, where ladies shall be frighted,
And, gladly quaked, hear more; where the
dull tribunes,
That, with the fusty plebeians, hate thine honours,
Shall say against their hearts 'We thank the gods
Our Rome hath such a soldier.'
Yet camest thou to a morsel of this feast,
Having fully dined before.
[Enter TITUS LARTIUS, with his power,]
from the pursuit]
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6 |
Coriolanus
[II, 2] |
Menenius Agrippa |
1266 |
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.
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7 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
2055 |
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!
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8 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Cominius |
3114 |
O, you have made good work!
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9 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3123 |
Pray now, your news?
You have made fair work, I fear me.—Pray, your news?—
If CORIOLANUS should be join'd with Volscians,—
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10 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3133 |
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!
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11 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3139 |
As Hercules
Did shake down mellow fruit.
You have made fair work!
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12 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3197 |
You have made
Good work, you and your cry! Shall's to the Capitol?
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13 |
Coriolanus
[V, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3295 |
Why, so: you have made good work!
A pair of tribunes that have rack'd for Rome,
To make coals cheap,—a noble memory!
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14 |
Coriolanus
[V, 3] |
Coriolanus |
3556 |
What is this?
Your knees to me? to your corrected son?
Then let the pebbles on the hungry beach
Fillip the stars; then let the mutinous winds
Strike the proud cedars 'gainst the fiery sun;
Murdering impossibility, to make
What cannot be, slight work.
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Coriolanus
[V, 3] |
Tullus Aufidius |
3714 |
[Aside] I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and
thy honour
At difference in thee: out of that I'll work
Myself a former fortune.
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