Scabs
What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene i

What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene i

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
–Coriolanus
Act V, Scene iv

Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
—Coriolanus,
Act IV, Scene ii

More of your conversation would infect my brain.
–Coriolanus,
Act 2, Scene 1