Coriolanus
Act I, Scene 6
Near Cominius’ camp.
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Enter Cominius, as it were in retire, with Roman Soldiers.
Cominius
1 - 10
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Breathe you, my friends. Well fought; we are come off
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Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands
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Nor cowardly in retire. Believe me, sirs,
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We shall be charg’d again. Whiles we have struck,
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By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
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The charges of our friends. The Roman gods,
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Lead their successes as we wish our own,
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That both our powers, with smiling fronts encount’ring,
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May give you thankful sacrifice.
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Enter Second Messenger.
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Thy news?
Second Messenger
11 - 14
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The citizens of Corioles have issued,
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And given to Lartius and to Martius battle.
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I saw our party to their trenches driven,
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And then I came away.
Cominius
15 - 16
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Though thou speakest truth,
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Methinks thou speak’st not well. How long is’t since?
Second Messenger
17
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Above an hour, my lord.
Cominius
18 - 20
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’Tis not a mile; briefly we heard their drums.
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How couldst thou in a mile confound an hour,
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And bring thy news so late?
Second Messenger
21 - 24
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Spies of the Volsces
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Held me in chase, that I was forc’d to wheel
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Three or four miles about, else had I, sir,
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Half an hour since brought my report.
Cominius
25 - 28
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Who’s yonder,
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That does appear as he were flea’d? O gods,
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He has the stamp of Martius, and I have
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Before-time seen him thus.
Caius Martius
29
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Come I too late?
Cominius
30 - 32
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The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor
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More than I know the sound of Martius’ tongue
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From every meaner man.
Caius Martius
33
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Come I too late?
Cominius
34 - 35
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Ay, if you come not in the blood of others,
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But mantled in your own.
Caius Martius
36 - 39
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O! Let me clip ye
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In arms as sound as when I woo’d, in heart
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As merry as when our nuptial day was done
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And tapers burnt to bedward!
Cominius
40 - 41
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Flower of warriors,
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How is’t with Titus Lartius?
Caius Martius
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As with a man busied about decrees:
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Condemning some to death, and some to exile;
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Ransoming him, or pitying, threat’ning th’ other;
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Holding Corioles in the name of Rome,
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Even like a fawning greyhound in the leash,
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To let him slip at will.
Cominius
48 - 50
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Where is that slave
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Which told me they had beat you to your trenches?
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Where is he? Call him hither.
Caius Martius
51 - 55
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Let him alone,
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He did inform the truth. But for our gentlemen,
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The common file (a plague—tribunes for them!),
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The mouse ne’er shunn’d the cat as they did budge
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From rascals worse than they.
Cominius
56
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But how prevail’d you?
Caius Martius
57 - 59
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Will the time serve to tell? I do not think.
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Where is the enemy? Are you lords a’ th’ field?
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If not, why cease you till you are so?
Cominius
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Martius,
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We have at disadvantage fought, and did
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Retire to win our purpose.
Caius Martius
63 - 64
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How lies their battle? Know you on which side
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They have plac’d their men of trust?
Cominius
65 - 68
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As I guess, Martius,
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Their bands i’ th’ vaward are the Antiates,
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Of their best trust; o’er them Aufidius,
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Their very heart of hope.
Caius Martius
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I do beseech you,
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By all the battles wherein we have fought,
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By th’ blood we have shed together, by th’ vows
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We have made to endure friends, that you directly
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Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates,
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And that you not delay the present, but,
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Filling the air with swords advanc’d and darts,
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We prove this very hour.
Cominius
77 - 81
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Though I could wish
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You were conducted to a gentle bath
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And balms applied to you, yet dare I never
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Deny your asking. Take your choice of those
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That best can aid your action.
Caius Martius
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Those are they
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That most are willing. If any such be here
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(As it were sin to doubt) that love this painting
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Wherein you see me smear’d; if any fear
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Lesser his person than an ill report;
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If any think brave death outweighs bad life,
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And that his country’s dearer than himself;
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Let him alone, or so many so minded,
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Wave thus to express his disposition,
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And follow Martius.
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They all shout and wave their swords, take him up in their
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arms, and cast up their caps.
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O, me alone! Make you a sword of me?
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If these shows be not outward, which of you
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But is four Volsces? None of you but is
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Able to bear against the great Aufidius
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A shield as hard as his. A certain number
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(Though thanks to all) must I select from all; the rest
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Shall bear the business in some other fight
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(As cause will be obey’d). Please you to march,
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And four shall quickly draw out my command,
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Which men are best inclin’d.
Cominius
102 - 104
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March on, my fellows!
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Make good this ostentation, and you shall
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Divide in all with us.