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Aufidius. Condition! | 1.10.3
        I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, | 1.10.4
        Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition! | 1.10.5
        What good condition can a treaty find | 1.10.6
        I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius, | 1.10.7
        I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me, | 1.10.8
        And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter | 1.10.9
        As often as we eat. By the elements, | 1.10.10
        If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, | 1.10.11
        He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation | 1.10.12
        Hath not that honour in't it had; for where | 1.10.13
        I thought to crush him in an equal force, | 1.10.14
        True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way | 1.10.15
        Or wrath or craft may get him. | 1.10.16
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Aufidius. Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd | 1.10.18
        With only suffering stain by him; for him | 1.10.19
        Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary, | 1.10.20
        Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol, | 1.10.21
        The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice, | 1.10.22
        Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up | 1.10.23
        Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst | 1.10.24
        My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it | 1.10.25
        At home, upon my brother's guard, even there, | 1.10.26
        Against the hospitable canon, would I | 1.10.27
        Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city; | 1.10.28
        Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must | 1.10.29
        Be hostages for Rome. | 1.10.30
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Aufidius. O Marcius, Marcius! | 4.5.104
        Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart | 4.5.105
        A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter | 4.5.106
        Should from yond cloud speak divine things, | 4.5.107
        And say 'Tis true,' I'ld not believe them more | 4.5.108
        Than thee, all noble Marcius. Let me twine | 4.5.109
        Mine arms about that body, where against | 4.5.110
        My grained ash an hundred times hath broke | 4.5.111
        And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip | 4.5.112
        The anvil of my sword, and do contest | 4.5.113
        As hotly and as nobly with thy love | 4.5.114
        As ever in ambitious strength I did | 4.5.115
        Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, | 4.5.116
        I loved the maid I married; never man | 4.5.117
        Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, | 4.5.118
        Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart | 4.5.119
        Than when I first my wedded mistress saw | 4.5.120
        Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee, | 4.5.121
        We have a power on foot; and I had purpose | 4.5.122
        Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn, | 4.5.123
        Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out | 4.5.124
        Twelve several times, and I have nightly since | 4.5.125
        Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me; | 4.5.126
        We have been down together in my sleep, | 4.5.127
        Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat, | 4.5.128
        And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy Marcius, | 4.5.129
        Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that | 4.5.130
        Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all | 4.5.131
        From twelve to seventy, and pouring war | 4.5.132
        Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome, | 4.5.133
        Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in, | 4.5.134
        And take our friendly senators by the hands; | 4.5.135
        Who now are here, taking their leaves of me, | 4.5.136
        Who am prepared against your territories, | 4.5.137
        Though not for Rome itself. | 4.5.138
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Aufidius. Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have | 4.5.140
        The leading of thine own revenges, take | 4.5.141
        The one half of my commission; and set down-- | 4.5.142
        As best thou art experienced, since thou know'st | 4.5.143
        Thy country's strength and weakness,--thine own ways; | 4.5.144
        Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, | 4.5.145
        Or rudely visit them in parts remote, | 4.5.146
        To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: | 4.5.147
        Let me commend thee first to those that shall | 4.5.148
        Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! | 4.5.149
        And more a friend than e'er an enemy; | 4.5.150
        Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome! | 4.5.151
Exeunt CORIOLANUS and AUFIDIUS. The two Servingmen come forward
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Aufidius. All places yield to him ere he sits down; | 4.7.30
        And the nobility of Rome are his: | 4.7.31
        The senators and patricians love him too: | 4.7.32
        The tribunes are no soldiers; and their people | 4.7.33
        Will be as rash in the repeal, as hasty | 4.7.34
        To expel him thence. I think he'll be to Rome | 4.7.35
        As is the osprey to the fish, who takes it | 4.7.36
        By sovereignty of nature. First he was | 4.7.37
        A noble servant to them; but he could not | 4.7.38
        Carry his honours even: whether 'twas pride, | 4.7.39
        Which out of daily fortune ever taints | 4.7.40
        The happy man; whether defect of judgment, | 4.7.41
        To fail in the disposing of those chances | 4.7.42
        Which he was lord of; or whether nature, | 4.7.43
        Not to be other than one thing, not moving | 4.7.44
        From the casque to the cushion, but commanding peace | 4.7.45
        Even with the same austerity and garb | 4.7.46
        As he controll'd the war; but one of these-- | 4.7.47
        As he hath spices of them all, not all, | 4.7.48
        For I dare so far free him--made him fear'd, | 4.7.49
        So hated, and so banish'd: but he has a merit, | 4.7.50
        To choke it in the utterance. So our virtues | 4.7.51
        Lie in the interpretation of the time: | 4.7.52
        And power, unto itself most commendable, | 4.7.53
        Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair | 4.7.54
        To extol what it hath done. | 4.7.55
        One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail; | 4.7.56
        Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail. | 4.7.57
        Come, let's away. When, Caius, Rome is thine, | 4.7.58
        Thou art poor'st of all; then shortly art thou mine. | 4.7.59
Exeunt
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Aufidius. Ay, Marcius, Caius Marcius: dost thou think | 5.6.104
        I'll grace thee with that robbery, thy stol'n name | 5.6.105
        Coriolanus in Corioli? | 5.6.106
        You lords and heads o' the state, perfidiously | 5.6.107
        He has betray'd your business, and given up, | 5.6.108
        For certain drops of salt, your city Rome, | 5.6.109
        I say 'your city,' to his wife and mother; | 5.6.110
        Breaking his oath and resolution like | 5.6.111
        A twist of rotten silk, never admitting | 5.6.112
        Counsel o' the war, but at his nurse's tears | 5.6.113
        He whined and roar'd away your victory, | 5.6.114
        That pages blush'd at him and men of heart | 5.6.115
        Look'd wondering each at other. | 5.6.116
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