Coriolanus Quotes

“More of your conversation would infect my brain.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“There is a world elsewhere.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!”
― William Shakespeare, Tragedy of Coriolanus

“I talk of you:
Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke
And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
The anvil of my sword, and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I loved the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Why did you wish me milder? would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“So our virtues
Lie in the interpretation of the time:
And power, unto itself most commendable,
Hath not a tomb so evident as a chair
To extol what it hath done.
One fire drives out one fire; one nail, one nail;
Rights by rights falter, strengths by strengths do fail.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Now put your shields before your hearts and fight / With hearts more proof than shields. Advance, my fellows!”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“These are the ushers of Martius: before him
He carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.
Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie,
Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“I find the ass in compound with the major part of your syllables.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“For the gods know I
speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“I'll never be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand as if a man were author to himself and knew no other kin.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“You were used to say extremity was the trier of spirits; that common chances common men could bear; that when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive. Whether I blush or no: howbeit, I thank you.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Sizi adi köpek sürüsü! Siz konuştukça burnuma,
Çürümüş bataklıklardan yükselen iğrenç dumanlar geliyor;
Gömülmeden yer üstünde kalmış,
Soluduğum havayı bozan pis kokulu insan leşleri
Benim için ne kadar değerliyse,
Sizin sevginiz de o kadar değerli.
Ben sizi sürüyorum!
Olanca şaşkınlığınızla burda kalın!
Dilerim her cılız söylenti yüreğinizi titretsin!
Düşmanlar üstünüze geldiğinde,
Tolgalarının tepesinde sallanan tüyler
Yılgınlık estirsin içinize!,
Sizi savunanları sürgün etme gücünü hiç yitirmeyin;
Ta ki, kendi başına gelmeden
Hiçbir şeyi kavrayamayan cehaletiniz,
Şehirde, yine kendinizin en büyük düşmanı olan
Sizlerden başka kimseyi bırakmasın
Ve sonunda hepinizi bir başka ulusa,
Tek bir kılıç sallamalarına gerek kalmadan
Sefil bir halde tutsak düşürsün!,
Sizin yaşadığınız şehirde yaşamak züldür benim için;
İşte o şehre arkamı dönüp gidiyorum.
Yaşanacak başka yerler de var!”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“His nature is too noble for the world:
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of Death.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Then if thou hast
A heart of wreak in thee, that wilt revenge
Thine own particular wrongs and stop those maims
Of shame seen through thy country, speed
thee straight,
And make my misery serve thy turn: so use it
That my revengeful services may prove
As benefits to thee, for I will fight
Against my canker'd country with the spleen
Of all the under fiends.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“What is the city but the people?”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Anger's my meat; I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“Kaçınılmaz felaketler karşısında sızlanmak, gülmek kadar aptalcadır.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“What custom wills, in all things should we do't,
The dust on antique time would lie unswept,
And mountainous error be too highly heaped
For truth to o'erpeer.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“He stopped the flyers
And by his rare example made the coward
Turn terror into sport. As weeds before
A vessel under sail, so men obeyed
And fell below his stem. His sword, Death's stamp,
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Was timed with dying cries. Alone he entered
The mortal gate o' th' city, which he painted
With shunless destiny; aidless came off
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioles like a planet. Now all's his,
When by and by the dim of war gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Requickened what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he, where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men as if
'Twere a perpetual spoil; and till we called
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus

“That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.”
― William Shakespeare, Coriolanus