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I’ll grace thee with that robbery, thy stolen name
Coriolanus in Corioles? [90]
You lords and heads o’th’state, perfidiously
He has betrayed your business and given up,

For certain drops of salt, your city Rome −
I say your city − to his wife and mother,
Breaking his oath and resolution like [95]
A twist of rotten silk, never admitting

Counsel o’th’war. But at his nurse’s tears
He whined and roared away your victory,
That pages blushed at him and men of heart
Looked wondering each at others.

CORIOLANUS
Hear’st thou, Mars? [100]

AUFIDIUS
Name not the god, thou boy of tears!

CORIOLANUS
Ha?

AUFIDIUS
No more.

CORIOLANUS
Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Too great for what contains it. ‘Boy’! O slave!

Pardon me, Lords, ’tis the first time that ever [105]
I was forced to scold. Your judgements, my grave Lords,
Must give this cur the lie; and his own notion −
Who wears my stripes impressed upon him, that
Must bear my beating to his grave − shall join

To thrust the lie unto him. [110]

FIRST LORD
Peace, both, and hear me speak.