Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.76 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Now you Companion: I'll say an arrant for you: you shall know now that I am in estimation: you shall perceive, that a Iacke gardant cannot office me from my Son Coriolanus, guess but my entertainment with him: if thou standest not i' th' state of hanging, or of some death more long in Spectatorship, and crueler in suffering, behold now presently, and swoon for what's to come upon thee. The glorious Gods sit in hourly Synod about thy particular prosperity, and love thee no worse than thy old Father Menenius does. O my Son, my Soul thou art preparing fire for us: look thee, here's water to quench it. I was hardly moved to come to thee: but being assured none but myself could move thee, I have been blown out of your Gates with sighs: and conjure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary Countrymen. The good Gods assuage thy wrath, and turn the dregs of it, upon this Varlet here: This, who like a block hath denied my access to thee. Away. How? Away? Wife, Mother, Child, I know not. My affairs Are Seruanted to others: Though I own My Revenge properly, my remission lies In Volcean breasts. That we have been familiar, Ingrate forgetfulness shall poison rather Than pity: Note how much, therefore be gone. Mine ears against your suits, are stronger than Your gates against my force. Yet for I loved thee, Take this along, I writ it for thy sake, And would have sent it. Another word Menenius, I will not hear thee speak. This man Auffidius Was my beloved in Rome: yet thou beholdest. You keep a constant temper. Now sir, is your name Menenius? 'Tis a spell you see of much power: You know the way home again. Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back? What cause do you think I have to swoon? I neither care for th' world, nor your General: for such things as you. I can scarce think there's any, ye are so slight. He that hath a will to die by himself, fears it not from another: Let your General do his worst. For you, be that you are, long; and your misery increase with your age. I say to you, as I was said to, Away. A Noble Fellow I warrant him. The worthy Fellow is our General. He's the Rock, The Oak not to be windshaken. We will before the walls of Rome to morrow Set down our Host. My partner in this Action, You must report to th' Volcian Lords, how plainly I have borne this Business. Only their ends you have respected, Stopped your ears against the general suit of Rome: Never admitted a private whisper, no not with such friends That thought them sure of you.
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Now you Companion: Ile ſay an arrant for you: you ſhall know now that I am in eſtimation: you ſhall perceiue, that a Iacke gardant cannot office me from my Son Coriolanus, gueſſe but my entertainment with him: if thou ſtand'ſt not i' th ſtate of hanging, or of ſome death more long in Spectatorſhip, and crueller in ſuffering, behold now preſently, and ſwoond for what's to come vpon thee. The glorious Gods ſit in hourely Synod about thy particular proſperity, and loue thee no worſe then thy old Father Menenius do's. O my Son, my Soul thou art preparing fire for vs: looke thee, heere's water to quench it. I was hardly moued to come to thee: but beeing aſſured none but my ſelfe could moue thee, I haue bene blowne out of your Gates with ſighes: and coniure thee to pardon Rome, and thy petitionary Countrimen. The good Gods aſſwage thy wrath, and turne the dregs of it, vpon this Varlet heere: This, who like a blocke hath denyed my acceſſe to thee. Away. How? Away? Wife, Mother, Child, I know not. My affaires Are Seruanted to others: Though I owe My Reuenge properly, my remiſſion lies In Volcean breſts. That we haue beene familiar, Ingrate forgetfulneſſe ſhall poiſon rather Then pitty: Note how much, therefore be gone. Mine eares againſt your ſuites, are ſtronger then Your gates againſt my force. Yet for I loued thee, Take this along, I writ it for thy ſake, And would haue ſent it. Another word Menenius, I will not heare thee ſpeake. This man Auffidius Was my belou'd in Rome: yet thou behold'ſt. You keepe a conſtant temper. Now ſir, is your name Menenius? 'Tis a ſpell you ſee of much power: You know the way home againe. Do you heare how wee are ſhent for keeping your greatneſſe backe? What cauſe do you thinke I haue to ſwoond? I neither care for th' world, nor your General: for ſuch things as you. I can ſcarſe thinke ther's any, y' are ſo ſlight. He that hath a will to die by himſelfe, feares it not from another: Let your Generall do his worſt. For you, bee that you are, long; and your miſery encreaſe with your age. I ſay to you, as I was ſaid to, Away. A Noble Fellow I warrant him. The worthy Fellow is our General. He's the Rock, The Oake not to be winde-ſhaken. We will before the walls of Rome to morrow Set downe our Hoaſt. My partner in this Action, You muſt report to th' Volcian Lords, how plainly I haue borne this Buſineſſe. Onely their ends you haue reſpected, Stopt your eares againſt the generall ſuite of Rome: Neuer admitted a priuat whiſper, no not with ſuch frends That thought them ſure of you.