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Auricula meretricula english translation4/21/2024 Here’s many else have done-you shout me forth 55 Or foiled some debile wretch-which, without note, Soft as the parasite’s silk, let him be madeįor that I have not washed my nose that bled, Made all of false-faced soothing! When steel grows 50 I’ th’ field prove flatterers, let courts and cities be Never sound more! When drums and trumpets shall May these same instruments, which you profane, We render you the tenth, to be ta’en forthĪnd stand upon my common part with those 45Īs the scene opens, the Romans are celebrating their victory with flying chest bumps and stuff.Ĭaius Martius is super embarrassed by all the attention and refuses to take his share (one tenth) of the war spoils.Ī long flourish. This, of course, makes him an even bigger rock-star. More cruel to your good report than grateful 60 Soldiers cheers him on, Martius gives a modest little victory speechĪbout how he was just doing his military duty. If ’gainst yourself you be incensed, we’ll put you, And from this time,įor what he did before Corioles, call him, My noble steed, known to the camp, I give him, Wears this war’s garland, in token of the which Therefore be it known,Īs to us to all the world, that Caius Martius 65 Like one that means his proper harm, in manacles, With all th’ applause and clamor of the host, 70Ĭominius declares that Caius Martius is so getting a new nickname name for his service to Rome. To Rome of our success.-You, Titus Lartius, Where, ere we do repose us, we will write I mean to stride your steed and at all times (Ah ha! Now we know why this play is titled Coriolanus.)Īnd when my face is fair, you shall perceive 75 From here on out, he'll be called "Caius Martius Coriolanus." You know, after the city he just destroyed. Refused most princely gifts, am bound to begĬOMINIUS Take ’t, ’tis yours. What is ’t? 90Īt a poor man’s house he used me kindly.Īnd wrath o’erwhelmed my pity. I request you 95īe free as is the wind.-Deliver him, Titus. The blood upon your visage dries ’tis time 105Ĭaius Martius Coriolanus says he really wants to help out a Volscian guy (some poor plebian) who was nice to him during his stay in Corioles. The only problem is, he can't remember the dude's name. Then he's all, "Oops! Oh, well" and runs off to wash all the sticky blood from his face.The Third Line: The Opera Performer as Interpreter,Į-mail: was created as a 16th-century CE version of Greek tragedy. Since that time, comparisons between the two genres of performance have been very common, at least among classicists.
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