Speeches (Lines) for Menenius Agrippa
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What work's, my countrymen, in hand? where go you
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Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest neighbours,
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I tell you, friends, most charitable care
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Either you must
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There was a time when all the body's members
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Sir, I shall tell you. With a kind of smile,
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What then?
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Well, what then? |
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I will tell you
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Note me this, good friend;
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'Though all at once cannot
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The senators of Rome are this good belly,
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For that, being one o' the lowest, basest, poorest,
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For corn at their own rates; whereof, they say,
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Nay, these are almost thoroughly persuaded;
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What is granted them? |
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This is strange. |
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O, true-bred! |
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The augurer tells me we shall have news to-night. |
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Not according to the prayer of the people, for they
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Pray you, who does the wolf love? |
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Ay, to devour him; as the hungry plebeians would the
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He's a bear indeed, that lives like a lamb. You two
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In what enormity is CORIOLANUS poor in, that you two
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This is strange now: do you two know how you are
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Because you talk of pride now,—will you not be angry? |
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Why, 'tis no great matter; for a very little thief of
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I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
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Why, then you should discover a brace of unmeriting,
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I am known to be a humorous patrician, and one that
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You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You
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Our very priests must become mockers, if they shall
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Ha! CORIOLANUS coming home! |
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Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
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I will make my very house reel tonight: a letter for
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A letter for me! it gives me an estate of seven
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So do I too, if it be not too much: brings a'
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Has he disciplined Aufidius soundly? |
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And 'twas time for him too, I'll warrant him that:
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Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his
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True! I'll be sworn they are true.
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One i' the neck, and two i' the thigh,—there's
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Now it's twenty-seven: every gash was an enemy's grave.
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Now, the gods crown thee! |
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A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep
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Having determined of the Volsces and
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That's off, that's off;
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He loves your people
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Pray now, sit down. |
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Masters of the people,
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Worthy man! |
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He's right noble:
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The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
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It then remains
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Put them not to't:
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Do not stand upon't.
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O sir, you are not right: have you not known
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O me, the gods!
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You'll mar all:
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You have stood your limitation; and the tribunes
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I'll keep you company. Will you along? |
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The matter? |
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Be calm, be calm. |
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Let's be calm. |
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Not now, not now. |
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Well, no more. |
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What, what? his choler? |
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Well, well, no more of that. |
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Come, enough. |
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On both sides more respect. |
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What is about to be? I am out of breath;
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Fie, fie, fie!
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And so are like to do. |
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Hear me one word;
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[To BRUTUS] Be that you seem, truly your
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Down with that sword! Tribunes, withdraw awhile. |
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Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
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Sham it be put to that? |
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For 'tis a sore upon us,
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Be gone;
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Pray you, be gone:
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His nature is too noble for the world:
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I would they were in Tiber! What the vengeance!
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You worthy tribunes,— |
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Sir, sir,— |
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Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt
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Hear me speak:
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The consul Coriolanus. |
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If, by the tribunes' leave, and yours, good people,
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Now the good gods forbid
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O, he's a limb that has but a disease;
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The service of the foot
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One word more, one word.
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Consider this: he has been bred i' the wars
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I'll bring him to you.
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Come, come, you have been too rough, something
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Well said, noble woman?
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Return to the tribunes. |
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Repent what you have spoke. |
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A good demand. |
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Noble lady!
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This but done,
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Only fair speech. |
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Ay, but mildly. |
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Calmly, I do beseech you. |
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A noble wish. |
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Lo, citizens, he says he is content:
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Consider further,
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Nay, temperately; your promise. |
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Is this the promise that you made your mother? |
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That's worthily
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Peace, peace; be not so loud. |
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Come, come, peace. |
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You have told them home;
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Fie, fie, fie! |
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Hail to you both! |
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All's well; and might have been much better, if
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Nay, I hear nothing: his mother and his wife
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I think not so. |
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'Tis Aufidius,
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Cannot be!
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This is unlikely:
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What news? what news? |
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What's the news? what's the news? |
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Pray now, your news?
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You have made good work,
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As Hercules
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We are all undone, unless
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'Tis true:
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How! Was it we? we loved him but, like beasts
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Here come the clusters.
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You have made
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No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said
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Do you hear? |
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Why, so: you have made good work!
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Very well:
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For one poor grain or two!
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No, I'll not meddle. |
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What should I do? |
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Well, and say that CORIOLANUS
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I'll undertake 't:
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Good faith, I'll prove him,
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You guard like men; 'tis well: but, by your leave,
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From Rome. |
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Good my friends,
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I tell thee, fellow,
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Prithee, fellow, remember my name is Menenius,
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Has he dined, canst thou tell? for I would not
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I am, as thy general is. |
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Sirrah, if thy captain knew I were here, he would
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I mean, thy general. |
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Nay, but, fellow, fellow,— |
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Now, you companion, I'll say an errand for you:
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How! away! |
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I neither care for the world nor your general: for
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See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond
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If it be possible for you to displace it with your
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There is differency between a grub and a butterfly;
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So did he me: and he no more remembers his mother
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I paint him in the character. Mark what mercy his
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No, in such a case the gods will not be good unto
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This is good news:
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