You Big Baby
…Your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
–Coriolanus,
Act II, Scene i

…Your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
–Coriolanus,
Act II, Scene i

There is no more mercy
in him than there is milk in a male tiger.
–Coriolanus,
Act V, Scene iv

There is a world elsewhere.
–Coriolanus,
Act III Scene iii

And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair!
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene ii

One that converses more
with the buttock of the night
than with the forehead of the morning.
–Coriolanus,
Act II, Scene i

Action is eloquence.
-Coriolanus,
Act III, Scene ii

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