The Tragedy of Coriolanus (role extract)

The Tragedy of Coriolanus

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First Servingman complete text

First Servingman. Wine, wine, wine! What service	4.5.1
is here! I think our fellows are asleep.	4.5.2
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First Servingman. What would you have, friend? whence are you?	4.5.7
Here's no place for you: pray, go to the door.	4.5.8
Exit
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First Servingman. A strange one as ever I looked on: I cannot get him	4.5.19
out of the house: prithee, call my master to him.	4.5.20
Retires
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First Servingman. Here's a strange alteration!	4.5.152
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First Servingman. What an arm he has! he turned me about with his	4.5.156
finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.	4.5.157
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First Servingman. He had so; looking as it were--would I were hanged,	4.5.161
but I thought there was more in him than I could think.	4.5.162
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First Servingman. I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on.	4.5.165
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First Servingman. Nay, it's no matter for that.	4.5.167
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First Servingman. Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the	4.5.169
greater soldier.	4.5.170
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First Servingman. Ay, and for an assault too.	4.5.173
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First Servingman [with Second Servingman] What, what, what? let's partake.	4.5.175
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First Servingman [with Second Servingman] Wherefore? wherefore?	4.5.178
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First Servingman. Why do you say 'thwack our general '?	4.5.181
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First Servingman. He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth	4.5.186
on't: before Corioli he scotched him and notched	4.5.187
him like a carbon ado.	4.5.188
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First Servingman. But, more of thy news?	4.5.191
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First Servingman. Directitude! what's that?	4.5.209
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First Servingman. But when goes this forward?	4.5.214
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First Servingman. Let me have war, say I; it exceeds peace as far as	4.5.222
day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and	4.5.223
full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy;	4.5.224
mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more	4.5.225
bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.	4.5.226
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First Servingman. Ay, and it makes men hate one another.	4.5.230
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