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Deserves your hate. and your affections are
A sick man's appetite, who desires most that
Which would increase bis evil. He that depends
Upon your favours, swims with fins of lead,
And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust

With every minute you do change a mind;
And call him noble, that was now your hate,
Him vile, that was your garland.



Methinks, I hear hither your husband's drum; See him pluck Aufidius down by the hair; As children from a bear, the Volces 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.

Vir. His bloody brov! ! O, Jupiter, no blood ! Vol. Away, you fool! it more becomes a man, Than gilt his trophy. The breasts of Hecuba, When she did suckle Hector, look”d not lovelier Than Hector's forehearl, when it spit sorth blood At Grecian swords contending.

Pray, now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter* to extol her blood,
When she does praise me, grieves me. I have done,
As you have done; that's what I can; induc'd

As you have been; that's for my country:
He, that Iras but effected his good will,
Hath overta'en mine act.

Nor sleep, nor sanctuary,
Being naked, sick: nor fanc, nor Capitol,
The prayers of priests, nor times of sacrifice,
Embarquements all of fury, shall list up

* Privilege.


Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst
My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it
At home upon my brother's guard,* even there
Against the hospitable cannon, would I
Wash my tierce hand in his heart.


POPULARITY. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Into a rapturet lets her baby cry, While she chats him: the kitchen malkint pins Her richest lockramg 'bout her reechy|| neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, win

Are smother'd up, leads fills, and ridges hors'd
With variable complexions; all agreeing
In earrestness to see him: seld T-shown flamens**
Do press among the popular throngs, and puff
To win a vulgar station:tt our veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask, in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks, to the wanton spoil
of Phoebus burning kisses: such a pother,
As is that whatsoever god, who leads him,
Were slily crept into his human powers,
And gave him graceful posture.

I shall lack roice: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be utter'd seebly. It is held,
That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
Most dignifies the haver:$$ if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpois’d. At sixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the mark of others; our then dictator,
Whom with ali praise I point at, saw him fight,

My brother posted to protect him. + Fit. Maid. § Best linen. || Soiled with sweat and smoke. I Seldom. ** Priests. ++ Common standing-place 11 Adorn'd

$$ Possessor.

When with his Amazonian chin* he drove
The bristledt lips before him: he bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman, and i'the consul's view
Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on his knee: in that day's seats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He prov'd best man i’ the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupilage
Man entered thus, he waxed like a sea;
And, in the brunt of seventeen battles since,
He lurch'd all swords o'the garland. For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him home: He stopp'd the fliers:
And, by his rare example, made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as waves before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd,
And fell below his stem: his sword (death's stamp)
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Was timed** with dying cries: alone he enter'd
The morial gate o' the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny, aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli, like a planet: now all's his:
When by and by the din of war 'gan pierce
His ready sense: then straight his doubled spirit
Requicken'd what in Nesh was fatigate,ft
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as is
"Twere a perpetual spoil: and, till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting.

My soul aches,
To know, when two authorities are up,
* Without a beard.

| Bearded. Smooth-faced enough act a woman's parts & Reward. || Won. Stroke. ** Followed. tt Wcaricd.

Neither supreme, how soon confusion
May enter 'twixt the gap of both, and take
The one by the other.

His nature is too noble for the world:
lle would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's die

mouth: What his breast forges that his tongne must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of death.


I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, l'the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me In peace, what each of them by th’other lose, That they combine not there.


Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it, (here be with them;) Thy knee bussing the stones (for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears,) waving thy head, Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, That humble, as the ripest mulberry, Now will not hold the handling: Or, say to them, Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils, Hast not the soft way, which, thou dost consess, Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame Thysell, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast power, and person.

CORIOLANUS'S ABHORRENCE OF FLATTERY. Well, I must do't: Away, my disposition, and possess me Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war he turn'd, Which quired with my drum, into a pipe Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice 'That babies lulls asleep' The smiles of knaves


Tent in my cheeks; and school-boys' tears take up
The glasses of my sight! A beggar's tongue
Make motion through my lips; and my arm'd knees,
Who bow'd but in my stirrup, bend like his
That hath receiv’d an alms - I will not do't:
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And, by my body's action, teach iny mind
A most inherent baseness.

At thy choice then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
Than ihou of them. Come all to ruin; let
'Thy mother rather feel thy pride, than fear
Thy dangerous stoutness; for I mock at death
With as big heart as thou. Do as thou list.
Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck’dst it from me,
But owet thy pride thyself.


You common cryf of curse! whose brcath I hate As reeks o' the rotten sens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty! Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts! Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes, Fan you into despair; have the power still To banish your defenders; till, at length, Your ignorance (which finds not till it feels,) Making not reservation of yourselves, (Still your own focs,) deliver you, as most Abated || captives, in some nation That won you without blows!

ACT IV. PRECEPT AGAINST ILL FORTUNE. You were us'd To say, extremity was the trier of spirits: That common chances common men could bearz • Dwell. + Own. Pack Ś Vapour. !! Subdued.

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