Monologue

Brutus Monologue from Coriolanus

From Coriolanus by William Shakespeare

male · dramatic · 1:03 min

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All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him. Your prattling nurse Into a rapture lets her baby cry While she chats him. The kitchen malkin pins Her richest lockram ’bout her reechy neck, Clamb’ring the walls to eye him. Stalls, bulks, windows Are smothered up, leads filled, and ridges horsed With variable complexions, all agreeing In earnestness to see him. Seld-shown flamens Do press among the popular throngs and puff To win a vulgar station. Our veiled dames Commit the war of white and damask in Their nicely-gauded cheeks to th’ wanton spoil Of Phoebus’ burning kisses. Such a pother, As if that whatsoever god who leads him Were slyly crept into his human powers And gave him graceful posture.

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Brutus reflects on the overwhelming public fascination with Coriolanus, highlighting the spectacle and fervor surrounding him as a leader, while also critiquing the superficiality of the crowd's admiration.

30s · anticipation · power · identity · ambition · public perception

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