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1

Coriolanus
[I, 1]

First Senator

268

[To the Citizens] Hence to your homes; be gone!

2

Coriolanus
[I, 2]

Tullus Aufidius

315

Is it not yours?
What ever have been thought on in this state,
That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone
Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
[Reads]
'They have press'd a power, but it is not known
Whether for east or west: the dearth is great;
The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
Cominius, CORIOLANUS your old enemy,
Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
And Titus TITUS, a most valiant Roman,
These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
Consider of it.'

3

Coriolanus
[I, 3]

Valeria

460

In earnest, it's true; I heard a senator speak it.
Thus it is: the Volsces have an army forth; against
whom Cominius the general is gone, with one part of
our Roman power: your lord and Titus TITUS are set
down before their city Corioli; they nothing doubt
prevailing and to make it brief wars. This is true,
on mine honour; and so, I pray, go with us.

4

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

2019

Go, get you to your house; be gone, away!
All will be naught else.

5

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Second Senator

2021

Get you gone.

6

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

2028

For 'tis a sore upon us,
You cannot tent yourself: be gone, beseech you.

7

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

2034

Be gone;
Put not your worthy rage into your tongue;
One time will owe another.

8

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

2048

Pray you, be gone:
I'll try whether my old wit be in request
With those that have but little: this must be patch'd
With cloth of any colour.

9

Coriolanus
[III, 3]

Aedile

2510

The people's enemy is gone, is gone!

10

Coriolanus
[III, 3]

Citizens

2511

Our enemy is banish'd! he is gone! Hoo! hoo!

11

Coriolanus
[IV, 2]

Sicinius Velutus

2588

Bid them all home; he's gone, and we'll no further.
The nobility are vex'd, whom we see have sided
In his behalf.

12

Coriolanus
[IV, 2]

Sicinius Velutus

2594

Bid them home:
Say their great enemy is gone, and they
Stand in their ancient strength.

13

Coriolanus
[IV, 2]

Volumnia

2608

If that I could for weeping, you should hear,—
Nay, and you shall hear some.
[To BRUTUS]
Will you be gone?

14

Coriolanus
[IV, 2]

Volumnia

2640

Now, pray, sir, get you gone:
You have done a brave deed. Ere you go, hear this:—
As far as doth the Capitol exceed
The meanest house in Rome, so far my son—
This lady's husband here, this, do you see—
Whom you have banish'd, does exceed you all.

15

Coriolanus
[IV, 6]

Sicinius Velutus

3052

We should by this, to all our lamentation,
If he had gone forth consul, found it so.

16

Coriolanus
[V, 2]

Coriolanus

3456

Wife, mother, child, I know not. My affairs
Are servanted to others: though I owe
My revenge properly, my remission lies
In Volscian breasts. That we have been familiar,
Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison, rather
Than pity note how much. Therefore, be gone.
Mine ears against your suits are stronger than
Your gates against my force. Yet, for I loved thee,
Take this along; I writ it for thy sake
[Gives a letter]
And would have rent it. Another word, Menenius,
I will not hear thee speak. This man, Aufidius,
Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou behold'st!

17

Coriolanus
[V, 4]

Second Messenger

3773

Good news, good news; the ladies have prevail'd,
The Volscians are dislodged, and CORIOLANUS gone:
A merrier day did never yet greet Rome,
No, not the expulsion of the Tarquins.

18

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.