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I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name,

Coriolanus in Corioli?

You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously

He has betray'd your business, and given up,

For certain drops of salt, your city Rome,

I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother;

Breaking his oath and resolution like

A twist of rotten silk, never admitting

Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears

He whin'd and roar'd away your victory,

That pages blush'd at him, and men of heart

Look'd wondering each at others.

Cor. Hear'st thou, Mars?

Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears.

Cor. Ha!

Auf. No more.

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart

Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!

Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever

I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,

Must give this cur the lie: and his own notion—

Who wears my stripes impress'd upon him, that

Must bear my beating to his grave—shall join

To thrust the lie unto him.

1. Lord. Peace, both, and hear me speak.

Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volsces; men and lads,

Stain all your edges on me. Boy! False hound!

If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,

That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

 96 twist: skein

96, 97 never war: permitting no council of war

99 That pages: so that young boys

men of heart: valiant men

104 Too it: swollen with indignation till my breast cannot contain it

107 notion: intelligence

108 that: who

