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CORIOLANUS
Cut me to pieces, Volsces. Men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me. ‘Boy’! False hound!
If you have writ your annals true, ’tis there
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I [115]
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.
Alone I did it. ‘Boy’!
AUFIDIUS
Why, noble Lords,
Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune,
Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart,
’Fore your own eyes and ears?
ALL CONSPIRATORS
Let him die for’t. [120]
ALL THE PEOPLE
Tear him to pieces! − Do it presently! − He killed my son! − My daughter! −
He killed my cousin Marcus! − He killed my father!
SECOND LORD
Peace, ho! No outrage. Peace!
The man is noble and his fame folds in [125]
This orb o’th’earth. His last offences to us
Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius,
And trouble not the peace.
CORIOLANUS
O that I had him,
With six Aufidiuses or more − his tribe,
To use my lawful sword!
AUFIDIUS
Insolent villain! [130]
ALL CONSPIRATORS
