Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I. Where's that? I' th' City of Kites and Crows. I' th' City of Kites and Crows? What an Ass it is, than thou dwellest with Daws too? No, I serve not thy Master. How sir? Do you meddle with my Master? I, 'tis an honester service, then to meddle with thy Mistress: Thou prat'st, and prat'st, serve with thy trencher: Hence. Where is this Fellow? Here sir, I'd have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the Lords within. Whence comest thou? What wouldst thou? Thy name? Why speakest not? Speak man: What's thy name? If Tullus not yet thou knowst me, and seeing me, dost not think me for the man I am, necessity commands me name myself. What is thy name? A name unmusicall to the Volcians cares, And harsh in sound to thine. Say, what's thy name? Thou hast a Grim appearance, and thy Face Bears a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torn, Thou show'st a Noble Vessel: What's thy name? Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st thou me yet? I know thee not? Thy Name? My name is Caius Martius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces Great hurt and Mischief: thereto witness may My Surname Coriolanus. The painful Service, The extreme Dangers, and the drops of Blood Shed for my thankless Country, are requitted: But with that Surname, a good memory And witness of the Malice and Displeasure Which thou shouldst bear me, only that name remains. The Cruelty and Envy of the people, Permitted by our dastard Nobles, who Have all forsook me, hath devoured the rest: And suffered me by th' voice of Slaves to be Hooped out of Rome. Now this extremity, Hath brought me to thy Hearth, not out of Hope (Mistake me not) to save my life: for if I had feared death, of all the Men i' th' World I would have voided thee. But in mere spite To be full quit of those my Banishers, Stand I before thee here: 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 strait 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 Cankered Country, with the Spleen Of all the under Fiends. But if so be, Thou darest not this, and that to prove more Fortunes Th' art tired, then in a word, I also am Longer to live most weary: and present My throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice: Which not to cut, would show thee but a Fool, Since I have ever followed thee with hate, Drawn Tons of Blood out of thy Country's breast, And cannot live but to thy shame, unless It be to do thee service.
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I. Where's that? I' th City of Kites and Crowes. I' th City of Kites and Crowes? What an Aſſe it is, then thou dwel'ſt with Dawes too? No, I ſerue not thy Maſter. How ſir? Do you meddle with my Maſter? I, tis an honeſter ſeruice, then to meddle with thy Miſtris: Thou prat'ſt, and prat'ſt, ſerue with thy trencher: Hence. Where is this Fellow? Here ſir, I'de haue beaten him like a dogge, but for diſturbing the Lords within. Whence com'ſt thou? What woldſt yu? Thy name? Why ſpeak'ſt not? Speake man: What's thy name? If Tullus not yet thou know'ſt me, and ſeeing me, doſt not thinke me for the man I am, neceſſitie commands me name my ſelfe. What is thy name? A name vnmuſicall to the Volcians cares, And harſh in ſound to thine. Say, what's thy name? Thou haſt a Grim apparance, and thy Face Beares a Command in't: Though thy Tackles torne, Thou ſhew'ſt a Noble Veſſell: What's thy name? Prepare thy brow to frowne: knowſt yu me yet? I know thee not? Thy Name? My name is Caius Martius, who hath done To thee particularly, and to all the Volces Great hurt and Miſchiefe: thereto witneſſe may My Surname Coriolanus. The painfull Seruice, The extreme Dangers, and the droppes of Blood Shed for my thankleſſe Country, are requitted: But with that Surname, a good memorie And witneſſe of the Malice and Diſpleaſure Which thou ſhould'ſt beare me, only that name remains. The Cruelty and Enuy of the people, Permitted by our daſtard Nobles, who Haue all forſooke me, hath deuour'd the reſt: And ſuffer'd me by th' voyce of Slaues to be Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity, Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope (Miſtake me not) to ſaue my life: for if I had fear'd death, of all the Men i' th' World I would haue voided thee. But in meere ſpight To be full quit of thoſe my Baniſhers, Stand I before thee heere: Then if thou haſt A heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuenge Thine owne particular wrongs, and ſtop thoſe maimes Of ſhame ſeene through thy Country, ſpeed thee ſtraight And make my miſery ſerue thy turne: So vſe it, That my reuengefull Seruices may proue As Benefits to thee. For I will fight Againſt my Cankred Countrey, with the Spleene Of all the vnder Fiends. But if ſo be, Thou dar'ſt not this, and that to proue more Fortunes Th' art tyr'd, then in a word, I alſo am Longer to liue moſt wearie: and preſent My throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice: Which not to cut, would ſhew thee but a Foole, Since I haue euer followed thee with hate, Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries breſt, And cannot liue but to thy ſhame, vnleſſe It be to do thee ſeruice.