Coriolanus, Act Four, Scene Five, William Shakespeare, 1605-1610
1. What is thy name?
2. A name unmusical to the Volscians’ ears
3. And harsh in sound to thine.
4. Say, what’s thy name?
5. Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
6. Bears a command in ’t. Though thy tackle’s torn,
7. Thou show’st a noble vessel. What’s thy name?
8. Prepare thy brow to frown. Know’st thou me yet?
9. I know thee not. Thy name?
10. My name is Caius Martius, who hath done
11. To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
12. Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
13. My surname Coriolanus. The painful service,
14. The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
15. Shed for my thankless country are requited
16. But with that surname, a good memory
17. And witness of the malice and displeasure
18. Which thou shouldst bear me. Only that name
20. The cruelty and envy of the people,
21. Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
22. Have all forsook me, hath devoured the rest,
23. And suffered me by th’ voice of slaves to be
24. Whooped out of Rome. Now this extremity
25. Hath brought me to thy hearth, not out of hope—
26. Mistake me not—to save my life; for if
27. I had feared death, of all the men i’ th’ world
28. I would have ’voided thee, but in mere spite,
29. To be full quit of those my banishers,
30. Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
31. A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
32. Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims
33. Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee
35. And make my misery serve thy turn. So use it
36. That my revengeful services may prove
37. As benefits to thee, for I will fight
38. Against my cankered country with the spleen
39. Of all the under fiends. But if so be
40. Thou dar’st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
41. Thou ’rt tired, then, in a word, I also am
42. Longer to live most weary, and present
43. My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice,
44. Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
45. Since I have ever followed thee with hate,
46. Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country’s breast,
47 And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
49. It be to do thee service.
50. O Martius, Martius,
51. Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my
53. A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
54. Should from yond cloud speak divine things
55. And say ’tis true, I’d not believe them more
56. Than thee, all-noble Martius. Let me twine
57. Mine arms about that body, whereagainst
58. My grainèd ash an hundred times hath broke
59. And scarred the moon with splinters.
60. Here I clip
61. The anvil of my sword and do contest
62. As hotly and as nobly with thy love
63. As ever in ambitious strength I did
64. Contend against thy valor. Know thou first,
65. I loved the maid I married; never man
66. Sighed truer breath. But that I see thee here,
67. Thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart
68. Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
69. Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars, I tell thee
70. We have a power on foot, and I had purpose
71. Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn
72. Or lose mine arm for ’t. Thou hast beat me out
73. Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
74. Dreamt of encounters ’twixt thyself and me;
75. We have been down together in my sleep,
76. Unbuckling helms, fisting each other’s throat,
77. And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Martius,
78. Had we no other quarrel else to Rome but that
79. Thou art thence banished, we would muster all
80. From twelve to seventy and, pouring war
81. Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
82. Like a bold flood o’erbear ’t. O, come, go in,
83. And take our friendly senators by th’ hands,
84. Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
85. Who am prepared against your territories,
86. Though not for Rome itself.
87. You bless me, gods!
88. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have
89. The leading of thine own revenges, take
90. Th’ one half of my commission and set down—
91. As best thou art experienced, since thou know’st
92. Thy country’s strength and weakness—thine own
94. Whether to knock against the gates of Rome,
95. Or rudely visit them in parts remote
96. To fright them ere destroy. But come in.
97. Let me commend thee first to those that shall
98. Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes!
99. And more a friend than ere an enemy—
100. Yet, Martius, that was much. Your hand. Most
[Coriolanus and Aufidius exit.]
Shakespeare, William. “Coriolanus.” Folger Digital Texts. Web. 17 Sept. 2016.
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