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Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
261 |
O, true-bred!
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2 |
Coriolanus
[I, 1] |
Junius Brutus |
289 |
Fame, at the which he aims,
In whom already he's well graced, can not
Better be held nor more attain'd than by
A place below the first: for what miscarries
Shall be the general's fault, though he perform
To the utmost of a man, and giddy censure
Will then cry out of CORIOLANUS 'O if he
Had borne the business!'
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 2] |
Tullus Aufidius |
348 |
O, doubt not that;
I speak from certainties. Nay, more,
Some parcels of their power are forth already,
And only hitherward. I leave your honours.
If we and Caius CORIOLANUS chance to meet,
'Tis sworn between us we shall ever strike
Till one can do no more.
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4 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
401 |
His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!
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5 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Valeria |
422 |
O' my word, the father's son: I'll swear,'tis a
very pretty boy. O' my troth, I looked upon him o'
Wednesday half an hour together: has such a
confirmed countenance. I saw him run after a gilded
butterfly: and when he caught it, he let it go
again; and after it again; and over and over he
comes, and again; catched it again; or whether his
fall enraged him, or how 'twas, he did so set his
teeth and tear it; O, I warrant it, how he mammocked
it!
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6 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Virgilia |
456 |
O, good madam, there can be none yet.
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7 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Coriolanus |
510 |
O, they are at it!
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8 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Titus Lartius |
555 |
O noble fellow!
Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword,
And, when it bows, stands up. Thou art left, CORIOLANUS:
A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,
Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes; but, with thy grim looks and
The thunder-like percussion of thy sounds,
Thou madst thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.
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9 |
Coriolanus
[I, 4] |
Titus Lartius |
567 |
O,'tis CORIOLANUS!
Let's fetch him off, or make remain alike.
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10 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Cominius |
637 |
Who's yonder,
That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods
He has the stamp of CORIOLANUS; and I have
Before-time seen him thus.
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11 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Coriolanus |
649 |
O, let me clip ye
In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done,
And tapers burn'd to bedward!
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12 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Coriolanus |
695 |
Those are they
That most are willing. If any such be here—
As it were sin to doubt—that love this painting
Wherein you see me smear'd; if any fear
Lesser his person than an ill report;
If any think brave death outweighs bad life
And that his country's dearer than himself;
Let him alone, or so many so minded,
Wave thus, to express his disposition,
And follow CORIOLANUS.
[They all shout and wave their swords, take him up in]
their arms, and cast up their caps]
O, me alone! make you a sword of me?
If these shows be not outward, which of you
But is four Volsces? none of you but is
Able to bear against the great Aufidius
A shield as hard as his. A certain number,
Though thanks to all, must I select
from all: the rest
Shall bear the business in some other fight,
As cause will be obey'd. Please you to march;
And four shall quickly draw out my command,
Which men are best inclined.
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13 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Titus Lartius |
777 |
O general,
Here is the steed, we the caparison:
Hadst thou beheld—
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14 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Cominius |
866 |
O, well begg'd!
Were he the butcher of my son, he should
Be free as is the wind. Deliver him, Titus.
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15 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
949 |
I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous
single: your abilities are too infant-like for
doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you
could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,
and make but an interior survey of your good selves!
O that you could!
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16 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Virgilia |
1038 |
O, no, no, no.
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17 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Volumnia |
1039 |
O, he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
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18 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Coriolanus |
1094 |
O,
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
For my prosperity!
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19 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Volumnia |
1098 |
Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle CORIOLANUS, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly named,—
What is it?—Coriolanus must I call thee?—
But O, thy wife!
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20 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Coriolanus |
1109 |
And live you yet?
[To VALERIA]
O my sweet lady, pardon.
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