Coriolanus

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

There is a world elsewhere.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek 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!

I talk of you: Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.

Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.

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.

Let me twine Mine arms about that body, where against My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip The anvil of my sword, and do contest As hotly and as nobly with thy love As ever in ambitious strength I did Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart Than when I first my wedded mistress saw Bestride my threshold.

Why did you wish me milder? would you have me False to my nature? Rather say I play The man I am.

Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

So our virtues Lie in the interpretation of the time: And power, unto itself most commendable, Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair To extol what it hath done. One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.

Now put your shields before your hearts and fight / With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, my fellows!

These are the ushers of Martius: before him He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears. Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie, Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die.

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.

I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables.

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

You were used to say extremity was the trier of spirits; that common chances common men could bear; that when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating

What is the city but the people?

I'll never be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand as if a man were author to himself and knew no other kin.

For the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge

Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.

I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.

His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth: What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent; And, being angry, does forget that ever He heard the name of Death.

Sizi adi köpek sürüsü! Siz konuştukça burnuma, Çürümüş bataklıklardan yükselen iğrenç dumanlar geliyor; Gömülmeden yer üstünde kalmış, Soluduğum havayı bozan pis kokulu insan leşleri Benim için ne kadar değerliyse, Sizin sevginiz de o kadar değerli. Ben sizi sürüyorum! Olanca şaşkınlığınızla burda kalın! Dilerim her cılız söylenti yüreğinizi titretsin! Düşmanlar üstünüze geldiğinde, Tolgalarının tepesinde sallanan tüyler Yılgınlık estirsin içinize!, Sizi savunanları sürgün etme gücünü hiç yitirmeyin; Ta ki, kendi başına gelmeden Hiçbir şeyi kavrayamayan cehaletiniz, Şehirde, yine kendinizin en büyük düşmanı olan Sizlerden başka kimseyi bırakmasın Ve sonunda hepinizi bir başka ulusa, Tek bir kılıç sallamalarına gerek kalmadan Sefil bir halde tutsak düşürsün!, Sizin yaşadığınız şehirde yaşamak züldür benim için; İşte o şehre arkamı dönüp gidiyorum. Yaşanacak başka yerler de var!

I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive. Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.

Then if thou hast A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight, And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it That my revengeful services may prove As benefits to thee, for I will fight Against my canker'd country with the spleen Of all the under fiends.

Rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, you make yourselves scabs.

There is no more mercy in [Coriolanus] than there is milk in a male tiger.

Manhood is called foolery when it stands / Against a falling fabric.

Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you: all the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made this peace.