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Neither supreme, how soon confusion
CHARACTER OF CORIOLANUS.
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for his power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breast forges that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death.
HONOUR AND POLICY.
I have heard you say,
Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends,
THE METHOD TO GAIN POPULAR FAVOUR.
Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand;
Now will not hold the handling: Or, say to them,
CORIOLANUS'S ABHORRENCE OF FLATTERY.
Away, my disposition, and possess me
Some harlot's spirit! My throat of war be turn'd,
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
VOLUMNIA'S RESOLUTION ON THE PRIDE OF
At thy choice then:
To beg of thee, it is my more dishonour,
CORIOLANUS'S DETESTATION OF THE VULGAR.
You common cry of curse! whose breath I hate
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
That won you without blows!
PRECEPT AGAINST ILL FORTUNE.
You were us'd
To say, extremity was the trier of spirits:
That common chances common men could bear;
* Dwell. † Own.
Pack § Vapour. Subdued.
That, when the sea was calm, all boats alike
Show'd mastership in floating: fortune's blows, When most struck home, being gentle wounded,
A noble cunning: you were us'd to load me
ON COMMON FRIENDSHIPS.
O, world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast
Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart,
On a dissention of a doit,* break out
Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep
To take the one the other, by some chance,
Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends And interjoin their issues.
Let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke,
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
Sigh'd truer breath: but that I see thee here,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
A small coin. † Embrace. Arm. § Full.
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
THE SEASON OF SOLICITATION.
He was not taken well: he had not din'd: The veins unfill'd, our blood is cold, and then We pout upon the morning, are unapt
To give or to forgive; but when we have stuff'd These pipes and these conveyances of our blood With wine and feeding, we have suppler souls Than in our priest-like fasts: therefore I'll watch
Till he be dieted to my request.
My wife comes foremost; then the honour'd mould Wherein this trunk was fram'd, and in her hand The grandchild to her blood. But, out, affection: All bond and privilege of nature, break!
Let it be virtuous, to be obstinate.
What is that court'sey worth, or those doves' eyes, Which can make gods forsworn? I melt, and am
Of stronger earth than others.-My mother bows,
In supplication nod: and my young boy
Great nature cries, Deny not-Let the Volces
And knew no other kin.
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Ay young goose.
Forgive my tyranny; but do not say,
The noble sister of Publicola,
The moon of Rome; chaste as the icicle,
CORIOLANUS'S PRAYER FOR HIS SON.
The god of soldiers,
With the consent of supreme Jove, inform
Thy thoughts with nobleness; that thou may'st prove
VOLUMNIA'S PATHETIC SPEECH TO HER SON
Think with thyself,
How more unfortunate than all living women Are we come hither: since that thy sight, which should
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance with com
Constrains them weep, and shake with fear and
Making the mother, wife, and child, to see