Coriolanus, [5.3.148-155]. Volumnia. “Speak to me, son,/ Thou hast affected the fine strains of honor,/ To imitate the graces of the gods;/ To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o’ th’ air,/ And yet to charge thy sulphur with a bolt/ That should but rive an oak. Why dost not speak?/ Think’st thou it honorable for a nobleman/ Still to remember wrongs?”

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