Scabs
What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene i

What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene i

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
–Coriolanus
Act V, Scene iv

Anger’s my meat: I sup upon myself,
And so shall starve with feeding.
—Coriolanus,
Act IV, Scene ii

More of your conversation would infect my brain.
–Coriolanus,
Act II, Scene i

Why do you wish me milder? Would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am.
–Coriolanus,
Act III Scene ii

Let it be virtuous to be obstinate.
–Coriolanus,
Act V, Scene iii

So our virtues
Lie in the interpretation of the time.
–Coriolanus,
Act IV, Scene vii