Coriolanus by William Shakespeare
page 91 of 166 (54%)
page 91 of 166 (54%)
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Bru. Go not home
Sic. Meet on the Market place: wee'l attend you there: Where if you bring not Martius, wee'l proceede In our first way Menen. Ile bring him to you. Let me desire your company: he must come, Or what is worst will follow Sena. Pray you let's to him. Exeunt. Omnes. Enter Coriolanus with Nobles. Corio. Let them pull all about mine eares, present me Death on the Wheele, or at wilde Horses heeles, Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke, That the precipitation might downe stretch Below the beame of sight; yet will I still Be thus to them. Enter Volumnia. Noble. You do the Nobler Corio. I muse my Mother Do's not approue me further, who was wont To call them Wollen Vassailes, things created To buy and sell with Groats, to shew bare heads |
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