Famous Quotations from Coriolanus

He's a very dog to the commonalty. (1.1.30)

The kingly crownèd head, the vigilant eye,
The counsellor heart, the arm our soldier,
Our steed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter. (1.1.122)

What's the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs? (1.1.171)

They threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
Shouting their emulation. (1.1.219)

Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. (1.3.24)

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. (2.1.6)

A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. (2.1.46)

Bid them wash their faces,
And keep their teeth clean. (2.1.65)

Many-headed multitude. (2.3.16)

Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
His absolute "shall"? (3.1.99)

Enough, with over-measure. (3.1.175)

What is the city but the people? (3.1.200)

His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for 's power to thunder. (3.1.321)

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcases of unburied men
That do corrupt my air,--I banish you. (3.3.119)

Would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am. (3.2.14)

Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere. (3.3.132)

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. (4.5.238)

Like a dull actor now,
I have forgot my part, and I am out,
Even to a full disgrace. (5.3.40)

Chaste as the icicle
That's curdied by the frost from purest snow
And hangs on Dian's temple. (5.3.73)

If you have writ your annals true, 't is there
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it.(5.6.134)
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