📔 Coriolanus

There was a time when all the body’s members / Rebelled against the belly, thus accused it: / That only like a gulf it did remain / I’ th’ midst o’ th’ body, idle and unactive, / Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

You […] That preferre / A Noble life, before a Long, and Wish / To iumpe a Body with a dangerous Physicke, / That's sure of death without it: at once plucke out / The Multitudinous Tongue, let them not licke / The sweet which is their poyson.

Lay the fault on us.

Do you hear how we are shent for keeping your greatness back?

For the mutable ranke-sented Meynie, / Let them regard me, as I doe not flatter, / And therein behold themselves.

This last old man, / Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, / Loved me above the measure of a father; / Nay, godded me, indeed.