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O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

      — The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III Scene 4

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KEYWORD: return

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1

Coriolanus
[I, 3]

Virgilia

440

Indeed, no, by your patience; I'll not over the
threshold till my lord return from the wars.

2

Coriolanus
[II, 3]

Third Citizen

1453

To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife.

3

Coriolanus
[III, 1]

Cominius

2039

I could myself
Take up a brace o' the best of them; yea, the
two tribunes:
But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic;
And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands
Against a falling fabric. Will you hence,
Before the tag return? whose rage doth rend
Like interrupted waters and o'erbear
What they are used to bear.

4

Coriolanus
[III, 2]

Menenius Agrippa

2194

Come, come, you have been too rough, something
too rough;
You must return and mend it.

5

Coriolanus
[III, 2]

Menenius Agrippa

2210

Return to the tribunes.

6

Coriolanus
[III, 2]

Coriolanus

2320

Pray, be content:
Mother, I am going to the market-place;
Chide me no more. I'll mountebank their loves,
Cog their hearts from them, and come home beloved
Of all the trades in Rome. Look, I am going:
Commend me to my wife. I'll return consul;
Or never trust to what my tongue can do
I' the way of flattery further.

7

Coriolanus
[V, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

3326

Well, and say that CORIOLANUS
Return me, as Cominius is return'd,
Unheard; what then?
But as a discontented friend, grief-shot
With his unkindness? say't be so?

8

Coriolanus
[V, 2]

First Senator

3376

You may not pass, you must return: our general
Will no more hear from thence.

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