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Coriolanus - Act 1, scene 10
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Act 1, scene 10
Aufidius vows to destroy Coriolanus by any means possible.Enter Tullus Aufidius bloody, with two or three Soldiers.
AUFIDIUS 0844 The town is ta’en.
0845 ’Twill be delivered back on good condition.
AUFIDIUS 0846 Condition?
0847 I would I were a Roman, for I cannot,
0848 5 Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition?
0849 What good condition can a treaty find
p. 670850 I’ th’ part that is at mercy? Five times, Martius,
0851 I have fought with thee; so often hast thou beat me
0852 And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter
0853 10 As often as we eat. By th’ elements,
0854 If e’er again I meet him beard to beard,
0855 He’s mine, or I am his. Mine emulation
0856 Hath not that honor in ’t it had; for where
0857 I thought to crush him in an equal force,
0858 15 True sword to sword, I’ll potch at him some way
0859 Or wrath or craft may get him.
SOLDIER 0860 He’s the devil.
0861 Bolder, though not so subtle. My valor’s poisoned
0862 With only suff’ring stain by him; for him
0863 20 Shall fly out of itself. Nor sleep nor sanctuary,
0864 Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,
0865 The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,
0866 Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up
0867 Their rotten privilege and custom ’gainst
0868 25 My hate to Martius. Where I find him, were it
0869 At home, upon my brother’s guard, even there,
0870 Against the hospitable canon, would I
0871 Wash my fierce hand in ’s heart. Go you to th’ city;
0872 Learn how ’tis held and what they are that must
0873 30 Be hostages for Rome.
SOLDIER 0874 Will not you go?
0875 I am attended at the cypress grove. I pray you—
0876 ’Tis south the city mills—bring me word thither
0877 How the world goes, that to the pace of it
0878 35 I may spur on my journey.
SOLDIER 0879 I shall, sir.
⌜They exit, Aufidius through one door,
Soldiers through another.⌝