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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
All |
41 |
Come, come.
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
300 |
Come:
Half all Cominius' honours are to CORIOLANUS.
Though CORIOLANUS earned them not, and all his faults
To CORIOLANUS shall be honours, though indeed
In aught he merit not.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Gentlewoman |
389 |
Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to visit you.
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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Volumnia |
391 |
Indeed, you shall not.
Methinks I hear hither your husband's drum,
See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair,
As children from a bear, the Volsces shunning him:
Methinks I see him stamp thus, and call thus:
'Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,
Though you were born in Rome:' his bloody brow
With his mail'd hand then wiping, forth he goes,
Like to a harvest-man that's task'd to mow
Or all or lose his hire.
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
435 |
Come, lay aside your stitchery; I must have you play
the idle husewife with me this afternoon.
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6 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
442 |
Fie, you confine yourself most unreasonably: come,
you must go visit the good lady that lies in.
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7 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
448 |
You would be another Penelope: yet, they say, all
the yarn she spun in Ulysses' absence did but fill
Ithaca full of moths. Come; I would your cambric
were sensible as your finger, that you might leave
pricking it for pity. Come, you shall go with us.
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8 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
471 |
In troth, I think she would. Fare you well, then.
Come, good sweet lady. Prithee, Virgilia, turn thy
solemness out o' door. and go along with us.
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9 |
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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10 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Coriolanus |
513 |
They fear us not, but issue forth their city.
Now put your shields before your hearts, and fight
With hearts more proof than shields. Advance,
brave Titus:
They do disdain us much beyond our thoughts,
Which makes me sweat with wrath. Come on, my fellows:
He that retires I'll take him for a Volsce,
And he shall feel mine edge.
[Alarum. The Romans are beat back to their]
trenches. Re-enter CORIOLANUS cursing]
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11 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Coriolanus |
523 |
All the contagion of the south light on you,
You shames of Rome! you herd of—Boils and plagues
Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd
Further than seen and one infect another
Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese,
That bear the shapes of men, how have you run
From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell!
All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale
With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home,
Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe
And make my wars on you: look to't: come on;
If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives,
As they us to our trenches followed.
[Another alarum. The Volsces fly, and CORIOLANUS]
follows them to the gates]
So, now the gates are ope: now prove good seconds:
'Tis for the followers fortune widens them,
Not for the fliers: mark me, and do the like.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Cominius |
609 |
Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
we are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
Lead their successes as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling
fronts encountering,
May give you thankful sacrifice.
[Enter a Messenger]
Thy news?
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13 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Coriolanus |
641 |
[Within] Come I too late?
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14 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Coriolanus |
646 |
Come I too late?
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15 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Cominius |
647 |
Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
But mantled in your own.
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16 |
Coriolanus
[I, 7] |
Titus Lartius |
732 |
Hence, and shut your gates upon's.
Our guider, come; to the Roman camp conduct us.
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17 |
Coriolanus
[I, 8] |
Tullus Aufidius |
751 |
Wert thou the Hector
That was the whip of your bragg'd progeny,
Thou shouldst not scape me here.
[They fight, and certain Volsces come to the aid of]
AUFIDIUS. CORIOLANUS fights till they be driven in
breathless]
Officious, and not valiant, you have shamed me
In your condemned seconds.
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18 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Cominius |
873 |
Go we to our tent:
The blood upon your visage dries; 'tis time
It should be look'd to: come.
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19 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
981 |
Come, sir, come, we know you well enough.
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20 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
996 |
Come, come, you are well understood to be a
perfecter giber for the table than a necessary
bencher in the Capitol.
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