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bread i.i

for the gods know i speak this in hunger for bread not thirst in revenge

please i.i

martius did it to please his mother and to be partly proud

storehouses i.i

suffer us to famish and their storehouses crammed with grain

scabs i.i

that rubbing the poor itch of your opinion make yourselves scabs

unroofed i.i

the rabble should have first unroofed the city ere so prevailed with me

lion i.i

aufidius is a lion that i am proud to hunt

devours i.i

the present wars devour martius he is too proud to be so valiant

strike i.ii

if we and martius chance to meet we shall ever strike till one can do no more

eleven i.iii

i would rather had eleven die nobly than one voluptuously surfeit out of action

schoolmaster i.iii

martius jr would rather see the swords and hear a drum than look upon his schoolmaster

teeth i.iii

martius jr did so set his teeth on a butterfly and tear it

geese i.iv

you souls of geese that bear the shapes of men

souls i.v

man of my souls hate aufidius

blood i.v

the blood i drop is rather physical than dangerous to me

outweighs i.vi

think brave death outweighs bad life and that his countrys dearer to himself follow martius

condemned i.viii

you have shamed me in your condemned seconds

poor man i.ix

at a poor mans house he used me kindly but then wrath overwhelmed my pity

mine i.x

martius is mine or i am his

devil i.x

hes the devil / bolder though not so subtle

grave ii.i

every gash was an enemys grave

servant ii.i

i had rather be a servant in my way than sway them in theirs

sleep ii.i

our office may during his power go to sleep

market-place ii.i

never would he appear in the market-place nor on him put the napless vesture of humility

vengeance ii.ii

hes vengeance proud and loves not the common people

heal ii.ii

i had rather have my wounds heal again than hear say how i got them

chiefest ii.ii

valour is the chiefest virtue and most dignifies the haver

muck ii.ii

our spoils he kicked at as they were the common muck of the world

unaching ii.ii

show them the unaching scars as if i had recieved them for the hire of their breath only

love ii.iii

you should account me the more virtuous that i have not been common in my love

tongues iii.i

the tongues of the common mouth i do despise them

punish iii.i

you speak of the people as if you were a god to punish not a man of their infirmity

gratis iii.i

this kind of service did not deserve corn gratis

city iii.i

what is the city but the people

too noble iii.ii

his nature too noble for the world

ill-schooled iii.i

he has been bred in the wars and is ill-schooled in bolted language

milder ii.ii

why do you wish me milder would you have me false to my nature

babies iii.ii

my throat of war be turned into the virgin voice that babies lulls asleep

reek iii.iii

whose breath i hate as reek of the rotten fens

rumour iii.iii

i banish you let every feeble rumour shake your hearts

ancient iv.i

nay mother where is your ancient courage

lacked iv.i

i shall be loved when i am lacked

meat iv.ii

angers my meat i sup upon myself and so should starve with feeding

drops iv.v

the drops of blood shed for my thankless country are requited but with that surname

wedded iv.v

more dances my rapt heart than when i first my wedded mistress bestride my threshold

friend iv.v

more a friend than ever an enemy

hard

he was ever too hard foe him i have heard him say so himself

butchers iv.vi

no less confidence than boys pursuing summer butterflies or butchers killing flies

shepherds iv.vi

the people deserve such pity of him as the wolf does of the shepherds

coal iv.vi

if he could burn us all into one coal we have deserved it

father v.i

he called me his father but what of that

titleless v.i

he was a kind of nothing titleless till he forged himself a name in the fire of burning rome

chaff v.i

he could not stay to pick them n a pile of noisome musty chaff

eyes v.iii

these eyes are not the same i wore in rome

bigger v.iii

ill run away till i am bigger but then ill fight

curses v.iii

thou shalt thereby reap such a name whose repetition will be dogged with curses

knees v.iii

let us shame him with our knees

mother v.iii

oh mother mother what have you done

dragon v.iv

your butterfly was a grub martius has grown from man to dragon

partner v.vi

i seemed his follower not partner

returned v.vi

i am returned your soldier no more infected with my countrys love

boy v.vi

boy of tears

cousin marcus! v.vi

he killed my son my daughter he killed my cousin marcus

sorrow v.vi

my rage is gone and i am struck with sorrow

memory v.vi

widowed and unchilded many a one yet he shall have a noble memory