Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.85 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I understand thee well, and be thou sure When he shall come to his account, he knows not What I can urge against him, although it seems And so he thinks, and is no less apparent To th' vulgar eye, that he bears all things fairly: And shows good Husbandry for the Volcian State, Fights Dragonlike, and does atcheeve as soon As draw his Sword: yet he hath left undone That which shall break his neck, or hazard mine, When ere we come to our account. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? All places yields to him ere he sits down, And the Nobility of Rome are his: The Senators and Patricians love him too: The Tribunes are no Soldiers: and their people Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome As is the Aspray to the Fish, who takes it By Sovereignty of Nature. First, he was A Noble servant to them, but he could not Carry his Honour's even: whether ' was Pride Which out of daily Fortune ever taints The happy man; whether detect of judgement, To fail in the disposing of those chances Which he was Lord of: or whether Nature, Not to be other then one thing, not moving From th' Cask to th' Cushion: but commanding peace Even with the same austerity and garb, As he controlled the war. But one of these (As he hath spices of them all) not all, For I dare so far free him, made him feared, So hated, and so banished: but he has a Merit To choke it in the vtt'rance: So our Virtue, Lie in th' interpretation of the time, And power unto itself most commendable, Hath not a Tomb so evident as a Chair T' extol what it hath done. One fire drives out one fire; one Nail, one Nail; Rights by rights fouler, strengths by strengths do fail. Come let's away: when Caius Rome is thine, Thou art poorest of all; then shortly art thou mine. No, I'll not go: you hear what he hath said Which was sometime his General: who loved him In a most dear particular. He called me Father: But what o''at? Go you that banished him A Mile before his Tent, fall down, and knee The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coyed To hear Cominius speak, I'll keep at home. He would not seem to know me. Do you hear? Yet one time he did call me by my name: I urged our old acquaintance, and the drops That we have bled together. Coriolanus He would not answer too: Forbade all Names, He was a kind of Nothing, Titlelesse, Till he had forged himself a name o' th' fire Of burning Rome.
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I vnderſtand thee well, and be thou ſure When he ſhall come to his account, he knowes not What I can vrge againſt him, although it ſeemes And ſo he thinkes, and is no leſſe apparant To th' vulgar eye, that he beares all things fairely: And ſhewe good Husbandry for the Volcian State, Fights Dragon-like, and does atcheeue as ſoone As draw his Sword: yet he hath left vndone That which ſhall breake his necke, or hazard mine, When ere we come to our account. Sir, I beſeech you, think you he'l carry Rome? All places yeelds to him ere he ſits downe, And the Nobility of Rome are his: The Senators and Patricians loue him too: The Tribunes are no Soldiers: and their people Will be as raſh in the repeale, as haſty To expell him thence. I thinke hee'l be to Rome As is the Aſpray to the Fiſh, who takes it By Soueraignty of Nature. Firſt, he was A Noble ſeruant to them, but he could not Carry his Honors eeuen: whether 'was Pride Which out of dayly Fortune euer taints The happy man; whether detect of iudgement, To faile in the diſpoſing of thoſe chances Which he was Lord of: or whether Nature, Not to be other then one thing, not moouing From th' Caske to th' Cuſhion: but commanding peace Euen with the ſame auſterity and garbe, As he controll'd the warre. But one of theſe (As he hath ſpices of them all) not all, For I dare ſo farre free him, made him fear'd, So hated, and ſo baniſh'd: but he ha's a Merit To choake it in the vtt'rance: So our Vertue, Lie in th' interpretation of the time, And power vnto it ſelfe moſt commendable, Hath not a Tombe ſo euident as a Chaire T' extoll what it hath done. One fire driues out one fire; one Naile, one Naile; Rights by rights fouler, ſtrengths by ſtrengths do faile. Come let's away: when Caius Rome is thine, Thou art poor'ſt of all; then ſhortly art thou mine. No, Ile not go: you heare what he hath ſaid Which was ſometime his Generall: who loued him In a moſt deere particular. He call'd me Father: But what o'that? Go you that baniſh'd him A Mile before his Tent, fall downe, and knee The way into his mercy: Nay, if he coy'd To heare Cominius ſpeake, Ile keepe at home. He would not ſeeme to know me. Do you heare? Yet one time he did call me by my name: I vrg'd our old acquaintance, and the drops That we haue bled together. Coriolanus He would not anſwer too: Forbad all Names, He was a kinde of Nothing, Titleleſſe, Till he had forg'd himſelfe a name a' th' fire Of burning Rome.