William Shakespeare, Coriolanus Quotes

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.

These are the ushers of Martius: before himHe carries noise, and behind him he leaves tears.Death, that dark spirit, in's nervy arm doth lie, Which being advanc'd, declines, and then men die.

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

Let us revenge this withour pikes, ere we become rakes: for the gods know Ispeak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

If e'er again I meet him beard to beard, he's mine or I am his.

I think he'll be to Rome as is the osprey to the fish, who takes it by sovereignty of nature.