Tag: Coriolanus

  • June 4

    June 4

    Come on, you cowards! you were got in fear,

  • May 14

    May 14

    They lie deadly that tell you
    you have good faces.

  • April 19

    April 19

    …Your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.

  • March 23

    March 23

    There is no more mercy
    in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

  • 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