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    CORIOLANUS

    A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare


    CORIOLANUS: My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
    To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
    Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
    My surname, Coriolanus. The painful service,
    The extreme dangers, and the drops of blood
    Shed for my thankless country are requited
    But with that surname -- a good memory,
    And witness of the malice and displeasure
    Which thou shouldst bear me. Only that name remains.
    The cruelty and envy of the people,
    Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
    Have all forsook me, hath devoured the rest;
    And suffered me by th' voice of slaves to be
    Whooped out of Rome. Now this extremity
    Hath brought me to thy hearth, not out of hope--
    Mistake me not -- to save my life; for if
    I had feared death, of all the men i' th' world
    I would have 'voided thee; but in mere spite,
    To be full quit of those my banishers,
    Stand I before thee here. Then if thou hast
    A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
    Thine own particular wrongs, and stop those maims
    Of shame seen through thy country, speed thee straight,
    And make my misery serve thy turn. So use it
    That my revengeful services may prove
    As benefits to thee; for I will fight
    Against my cank'red country with the spleen
    Of all the under fiends. But if so be
    Thou dar'st not this, and that to prove more fortunes
    Th' art tired, then, in a word, I also am
    Longer to live most weary; and present
    My throat to thee and to thy ancient malice;
    Which not to cut would show thee but a fool,
    Since I have ever followed thee with hate,
    Drawn tuns of blood out of thy country's breast,
    And cannot live but to thy shame, unless
    It be to do thee service.

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