Reading The Tragedie of Coriolanus — William Shakespeare

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Mar.

All the contagion of the South, light on you,

You Shames of Rome: you Heard of Byles and Plagues

Plaister you o're, that you may be abhorr'd

Farther then seene, and one infect another

Against the Winde a mile: you soules of Geese,

That beare the shapes of men, how haue you run

From Slaues, that Apes would beate; Pluto and Hell,

All hurt behinde, backes red, and faces pale

With flight and agued feare, mend and charge home,

Or by the fires of heauen, Ile leaue the Foe,

And make my Warres on you: Looke too't: Come on,

If you'l stand fast, wee'l beate them to their Wiues,

As they vs to our Trenches followes.

Another Alarum, and Martius followes them

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