All of Shakespeare’s plays.
You know the very road into his kindness,
And cannot lose your way.
Only make trial what your love can do
For Rome, towards Marcius.
Let's to the Capitol. Would half my wealth
Would buy this for a lie!
I do not like this news.
But is this true, sir?
Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish
Good Marcius home again.
Go see this rumourer whipp'd. It cannot be
The Volsces dare break with us.
The gods have well prevented it, and Rome
Sits safe and still without him.
Caius Marcius was
A worthy officer i' the war; but insolent,
O'ercome with pride, ambitious past all thinking,
Farewell, kind neighbours: we wish'd Coriolanus
Had loved you as we did.
God-den to you all, god-den to you all.
We stood to't in good time.
Is this Menenius?
Well, well, we'll leave you.
Pray, let us go.
I would he had.
They have ta'en note of us: keep on your way.
Dismiss them home.
Here comes his mother.
Now we have shown our power,
Let us seem humbler after it is done
Than when it was a-doing.
There's no more to be said, but he is banish'd,
As enemy to the people and his country:
It shall be so.
I talk of that, that know it.
But since he hath
Served well for Rome,--
Go about it.
Put him to choler straight: he hath been used
Ever to conquer, and to have his worth
Of contradiction: being once chafed, he cannot
Be rein'd again to temperance; then he speaks
What's in his heart; and that is there which looks
And when such time they have begun to cry,
Let them not cease, but with a din confused
Enforce the present execution
Of what we chance to sentence.
In this point charge him home, that he affects
Tyrannical power: if he evade us there,
Enforce him with his envy to the people,
And that the spoil got on the Antiates
Was ne'er distributed.
Enter an AEdile
What, will he come?
Go not home.
If it were so,--
We'll hear no more.
Pursue him to his house, and pluck him thence:
Lest his infection, being of catching nature,
Merely awry: when he did love his country,
It honour'd him.
Lay hands upon him.
Sir, those cold ways,
That seem like prudent helps, are very poisonous
Where the disease is violent. Lay hands upon him,
And bear him to the rock.
AEdiles, seize him!
Or let us stand to our authority,
Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce,
Upon the part o' the people, in whose power
We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy
Of present death.
By the consent of all, we were establish'd
The people's magistrates.
Seize him, AEdiles!
The aediles, ho!
Enter an AEdile
Let him be apprehended.
Has said enough.
Enough, with over-measure.
Why, shall the people give
One that speaks thus their voice?
You speak o' the people,
As if you were a god to punish, not
A man of their infirmity.
Each way, to better yours.
How! I inform them!
Not to them all.
Call't not a plot:
The people cry you mock'd them, and of late,
When corn was given them gratis, you repined;
Scandal'd the suppliants for the people, call'd them
Time-pleasers, flatterers, foes to nobleness.
The people are incensed against him.
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