Meninius:
I know you can do very little alone; for your helpsAct III, Scene 1
are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous
single: your abilities are too infant-like for
doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you
could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,
and make but an interior survey of your good selves!
O that you could!
Meninius:
His nature is too noble for the world:Act III, Scene 2
He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
Or Jove for's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth:
What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent;
And, being angry, does forget that ever
He heard the name of death.
Coriolanus:
Must I go show them my unbarbed sconce?
Must I with base tongue give my noble heart
A lie that it must bear? Well, I will do't:
Yet, were there but this single plot to lose,
This mould of Marcius, they to dust should grind it
And throw't against the wind. To the market-place!
You have put me now to such a part which never
I shall discharge to the life.
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I saw the Steven Berkoff production at the Public Theater with Christopher Walken in the title role. (You can find Frank Rich's review in the NY Times archives.) My seat was smack dab in the center, right at eye level, and it seemed many times that Walken was directing his lines right at *me.* Very disconcerting. I later read somewhere that he was often stoned for these performances.
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