Reading The Tragedie of Coriolanus — William Shakespeare

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Volum.

Because, that

Now it lyes you on to speake to th'people:

Not by your owne instruction, nor by'th'matter

Which your heart prompts you, but with such words

That are but roated in your Tongue;

Though but Bastards, and Syllables

Of no allowance, to your bosomes truth.

Now, this no more dishonors you at all,

Then to take in a Towne with gentle words,

Which else would put you to your fortune, and

The hazard of much blood.

I would dissemble with my Nature, where

My Fortunes and my Friends at stake, requir'd

I should do so in Honor. I am in this

Your Wife, your Sonne: These Senators, the Nobles,

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