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station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come.
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CORIOLANUS:
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Follow your function, go, and batten on cold bits.
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Third Servingman:
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What, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a
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strange guest he has here.
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Second Servingman:
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And I shall.
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Third Servingman:
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Where dwellest thou?
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CORIOLANUS:
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Under the canopy.
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Third Servingman:
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Under the canopy!
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CORIOLANUS:
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Ay.
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Third Servingman:
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Where's that?
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CORIOLANUS:
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I' the city of kites and crows.
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Third Servingman:
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I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is!
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Then thou dwellest with daws too?
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CORIOLANUS:
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No, I serve not thy master.
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Third Servingman:
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How, sir! do you meddle with my master?
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CORIOLANUS:
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Ay; 'tis an honester service than to meddle with thy
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mistress. Thou pratest, and pratest; serve with thy
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trencher, hence!
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AUFIDIUS:
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Where is this fellow?
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Second Servingman:
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Here, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for
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disturbing the lords within.
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AUFIDIUS:
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Whence comest thou? what wouldst thou? thy name?
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Why speak'st not? speak, man: what's thy name?
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CORIOLANUS:
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If, Tullus,
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Not yet thou knowest me, and, seeing me, dost not
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Think me for the man I am, necessity
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Commands me name myself.
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AUFIDIUS:
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What is thy name?
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CORIOLANUS:
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A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
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And harsh in sound to thine.
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AUFIDIUS:
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Say, what's thy name?
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Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
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Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn.
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Thou show'st a noble vessel: what's thy name?
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CORIOLANUS:
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Prepare thy brow to frown: know'st
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thou me yet?
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AUFIDIUS:
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I know thee not: thy name?
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CORIOLANUS:
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My name is Caius Marcius, who hath done
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To thee particularly and to all the Volsces
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Great hurt and mischief; thereto witness may
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My surname, Coriolanus: the painful service,
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The extreme dangers and the drops of blood
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Shed for my thankless country are requited
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But with that surname; a good memory,
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And witness of the malice and displeasure
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Which thou shouldst bear me: only that name remains;
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The cruelty and envy of the people,
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Permitted by our dastard nobles, who
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Have all forsook me, hath devour'd the rest;
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And suffer'd me by the voice of slaves to be
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Whoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity
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Hath brought me to thy hearth; not out of hope--
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Mistake me not--to save my life, for if
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I had fear'd death, of all the men i' the world
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