Tag: Coriolanus

  • February 5

    February 5

    And here remain with your uncertainty!
    Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
    Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
    Fan you into despair!

  • January 25

    January 25

    One that converses more
    with the buttock of the night
    than with the forehead of the morning.

  • December 27

    December 27

    Odious


    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.

    Coriolanus,
    Act III, Scene iii

  • November 1

    Scabs


    What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
    That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
    Make yourselves scabs?

    –Coriolanus,
    Act I, Scene i

  • October 29

    October 29

    Pickle


    The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.

    –Coriolanus
    Act V, Scene iv

  • September 25

    September 25

    Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
    And so shall starve with feeding.

  • August 6

    August 6

    More of your conversation would infect my brain.