The Tragedy of Coriolanus: ACT I
Introduction ACT I SCENE I. Rome. A street. SCENE II. Corioli. The Senate-house. SCENE III. Rome. A room in Marcius' house. SCENE IV. Before Corioli. SCENE V. Corioli. A street. SCENE VI. Near the camp of Cominius. SCENE VII. The gates of Corioli. SCENE VIII. A field of battle. SCENE IX. The Roman camp. SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces. ACT II ACT III ACT IV ACT V About the Play Feedback			Search: All the plays Hamlet Coriolanus Julius Caesar King Lear Macbeth Othello Romeo and Juliet Richard II Richard III Titus Andronicus Antony and Cleopatra Timon of Athens Henry IV Part 1 Henry IV Part 2 Henry the Fifth Henry VI Part 1 Henry VI Part 2 Henry VI Part 3 Henry VIII King John Pericles Troilus and Cressida All's Well... As You Like It The Comedy of Errors Cymbeline A Midsummer... Love's Labour's Lost Measure for Measure The Merry Wives... Much Ado about Nothing The Merchant of Venice Twelfth Night The Taming of... The Tempest The Two Gentlemen... The Winter's Tale    for: SCENE X. The camp of the Volsces. A flourish. Cornets. Enter TULLUS AUFIDIUS, bloody, with two or three Soldiers AUFIDIUS       The town is ta'en! First Soldier       'Twill be deliver'd back on good condition. AUFIDIUS       Condition!       I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, 5     Being a Volsce, be that I am. Condition!       What good condition can a treaty find       I' the part that is at mercy? Five times, Marcius,       I have fought with thee: so often hast thou beat me,       And wouldst do so, I think, should we encounter 10    As often as we eat. By the elements,       If e'er again I meet him beard to beard,       He's mine, or I am his: mine emulation       Hath not that honour in't it had; for where       I thought to crush him in an equal force, 15    True sword to sword, I'll potch at him some way       Or wrath or craft may get him. First Soldier       He's the devil. AUFIDIUS       Bolder, though not so subtle. My valour's poison'd       With only suffering stain by him; for him 20    Shall fly out of itself: nor sleep nor sanctuary,       Being naked, sick, nor fane nor Capitol,       The prayers of priests nor times of sacrifice,       Embarquements all of fury, shall lift up       Their rotten privilege and custom 'gainst 25    My hate to Marcius: where I find him, were it       At home, upon my brother's guard, even there,       Against the hospitable canon, would I       Wash my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to the city;       Learn how 'tis held; and what they are that must 30    Be hostages for Rome. First Soldier       Will not you go? AUFIDIUS       I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you--       'Tis south the city mills--bring me word thither       How the world goes, that to the pace of it 35    I may spur on my journey. First Soldier       I shall, sir. Exeunt Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene