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DOING OUR DUTY MERITS NOT PRAISE.
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 has but effected his good will, Hath overta'en mine act.
AUFIDIUS'S HATRED TO CORIOLANUS.
POPULARITY. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him: Your prattling nurse Into a raptureI lets her baby cry, While she chats him: the kitchen malking pins Her richest lockram|| 'bout her reechy neck, Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, win
dows, Are smother'd up, leads fill’d, and ridges hors'd With variable complexions; all agreeing * Privilege. + My brother posted to protect him.
I Fit. § Maid. || Best linen. Soiled with sweat and smoke.
In earnestness to see him: seld*-shown flamenst
I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
Seldom. + Priests. Common standing-place. § Adorn'd.
|| Possessor. Without a beard. ** Bearded. ti Smooth-faced enough to act a woman's part. ** Reward.
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
never stood To ease his breast with panting.
THE MISCHIEF OF ANARCHY.
My soul aches,
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
HONOUR AND POLICY.
I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I'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.
THE METHOD TO GAIN POPULAR FAVOUR. 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, Now humble, as the ripest mulberry, That 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 confess, Were fit for thee to use, as they to claim, In asking their good loves; but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast
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 be turn'd, Which quired with my drum, into a pipe
Small as an eunuch, or the virgin voice
VOLUMNIA'S RESOLUTION ON THE PRIDE OF CORIO
LANUS, At thy choice then: To beg of thee it is my more dishonour, Than thou 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 listo Thy valiantness was mine, thou suck'dst it from me; But owet thy pride thyself.
CORIOLANUS'S DETESTATION OF THE VULGAR. You common cry# of curs! whose breath I hate As reeks o'the rotten fens, 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
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 • Dwell. + Own.
I Pack. & Vapour.