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...unto him. Cor. Cut me to pieces, Voices ; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. — Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Voices in Corioli: Alone I did it. — Boy ! Auf. Why, noble lords, Will...

...slave ! * * * * Cut me to pieces, Volsces ! Men and lads, Stain all your edges on me ! Boy ! False hound ! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle iu a dove-cot, I Fluttered your Volsces in Corioli. Alone I did it ! Boy ! ' This is the grand feature...

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...this alludes to Coriolanus's "insolent" brag to the Volscians just before his death at their hands: "If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there / That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I / Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioles" (Shakespeare's Cortolanus V.vi. 113-15; cited in...

...responds, of course, with a reference to history, that vindicator of nobility in the gods' absence:" 1 If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, 1 Ruttcr'd your Volscians in Corioles. Alone I did it. Boy! (5.6.113) Even to the end, then,...

...truly given that Coriolanus can do nothing but repeat it in disbelief: '"Boy!" O slave!' '"Boy!" False hound!' If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles. Alone I did it. 'Boy' ? (v. vi. 102, 111-15) 'Boy'...

...exploits in Corioli: Cut me to pieces, Volsces. Men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. "Boy"! False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles. Alone I did it. "Boy"! (5.6.112-17) While acknowledging...

...himself in a dramatic light: Othello. And say. hesides, — that in Aleppo once . . . Coriolanus. It you have writ your annals true, 'tis there, That like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli. Alone I did it. Boy! 7sotoH. Come not to me again;...

...made my heart Too great for what constrains it. "Boy"? O slave! [8 verses omitted] . , . "Boy," false hound! If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioles. Alone I did it. "Boy"! (5.6.91-115) Indignation...