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Hear you this Triton of the minnows? mark you
His absolute ‘shall’?
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 3, sc. 1, l. 88
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o’ the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcases of unburied men
That do corrupt my air,—I banish you.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 3, sc. 3, l. 118
Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 3, sc. 3, l. 131
The beast
With many heads butts me away.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 4, sc. 1, l. 1
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
Bears a command in’t; though thy tackle’s torn,
Thou show’st a noble vessel. What’s thy name?
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 4, sc. 5, l. [66]
Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it’s spritely, waking, audible,
and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy: mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of
more bastard children than war’s a destroyer of men.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 4, sc. 5, l. [237]
I think he’ll be to Rome
As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it
By sovereignty of nature.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 4, sc. 7, l. 33
I’ll never,
Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
As if a man were author of himself
And knew no other kin.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 5, sc. 3, l. 34
Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace.
‘Coriolanus’ (1608) act 5, sc. 3, l. 40
O! a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip