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| Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. |
| Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 2 |
| Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. |
| Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in t. 1 |
| Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| Many-headed multitude. 2 |
| Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
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I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. |
| Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. |
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Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute shall? |
| Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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| Enough, with over-measure. |
| Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for s power to thunder. |
| Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. |
| Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. |
| Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
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A name unmusical to the Volscians ears, And harsh in sound to thine. |
| Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5. |
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Chaste as the icicle That s curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dians temple. |
| Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3. |
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If you have writ your annals true, t is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutterd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy! |
| Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6. 3 |