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<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
O,
You have, I know, petition'd all the gods
For my prosperity! [/INST]
VOLUMNIA:
Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly named,--
What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?--
But O, thy wife! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
VOLUMNIA:
Nay, my good soldier, up;
My gentle Marcius, worthy Caius, and
By deed-achieving honour newly named,--
What is it?--Coriolanus must I call thee?--
But O, thy wife! [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
My gracious silence, hail!
Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ay, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
And mothers that lack sons. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
My gracious silence, hail!
Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home,
That weep'st to see me triumph? Ay, my dear,
Such eyes the widows in Corioli wear,
And mothers that lack sons. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
Now, the gods crown thee! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
Now, the gods crown thee! [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
And live you yet?
O my sweet lady, pardon. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
And live you yet?
O my sweet lady, pardon. [/INST]
VOLUMNIA:
I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
VOLUMNIA:
I know not where to turn: O, welcome home:
And welcome, general: and ye're welcome all. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep
And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.
A curse begin at very root on's heart,
That is not glad to see thee! You are three
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,
We have some old crab-trees here
at home that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:
We call a nettle but a nettle and
The faults of fools but folly. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep
And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.
A curse begin at very root on's heart,
That is not glad to see thee! You are three
That Rome should dote on: yet, by the faith of men,
We have some old crab-trees here
at home that will not
Be grafted to your relish. Yet welcome, warriors:
We call a nettle but a nettle and
The faults of fools but folly. [/INST]
COMINIUS:
Ever right. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
COMINIUS:
Ever right. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Menenius ever, ever. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Menenius ever, ever. [/INST]
Herald:
Give way there, and go on! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Herald:
Give way there, and go on! [/INST]
CORIOLANUS: </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS: [/INST]
VOLUMNIA:
I have lived
To see inherited my very wishes
And the buildings of my fancy: only
There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
Our Rome will cast upon thee. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
VOLUMNIA:
I have lived
To see inherited my very wishes
And the buildings of my fancy: only
There's one thing wanting, which I doubt not but
Our Rome will cast upon thee. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Know, good mother,
I had rather be their servant in my way,
Than sway with them in theirs. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Know, good mother,
I had rather be their servant in my way,
Than sway with them in theirs. [/INST]
COMINIUS:
On, to the Capitol! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
COMINIUS:
On, to the Capitol! [/INST]
BRUTUS:
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,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, 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: or veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slily crept into his human powers
And gave him graceful posture. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
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,
Clambering the walls to eye him: stalls, bulks, windows,
Are smother'd up, leads fill'd, 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: or veil'd dames
Commit the war of white and damask in
Their nicely-gawded cheeks to the wanton spoil
Of Phoebus' burning kisses: such a pother
As if that whatsoever god who leads him
Were slily crept into his human powers
And gave him graceful posture. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
On the sudden,
I warrant him consul. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
On the sudden,
I warrant him consul. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
Then our office may,
During his power, go sleep. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
Then our office may,
During his power, go sleep. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
He cannot temperately transport his honours
From where he should begin and end, but will
Lose those he hath won. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
He cannot temperately transport his honours
From where he should begin and end, but will
Lose those he hath won. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
In that there's comfort. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
In that there's comfort. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
Doubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Upon their ancient malice will forget
With the least cause these his new honours, which
That he will give them make I as little question
As he is proud to do't. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
Doubt not
The commoners, for whom we stand, but they
Upon their ancient malice will forget
With the least cause these his new honours, which
That he will give them make I as little question
As he is proud to do't. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i' the market-place nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility;
Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
I heard him swear,
Were he to stand for consul, never would he
Appear i' the market-place nor on him put
The napless vesture of humility;
Nor showing, as the manner is, his wounds
To the people, beg their stinking breaths. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
'Tis right. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
'Tis right. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
It was his word: O, he would miss it rather
Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him,
And the desire of the nobles. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
It was his word: O, he would miss it rather
Than carry it but by the suit of the gentry to him,
And the desire of the nobles. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
I wish no better
Than have him hold that purpose and to put it
In execution. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
I wish no better
Than have him hold that purpose and to put it
In execution. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
'Tis most like he will. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
'Tis most like he will. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
It shall be to him then as our good wills,
A sure destruction. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
It shall be to him then as our good wills,
A sure destruction. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
So it must fall out
To him or our authorities. For an end,
We must suggest the people in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to's power he would
Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and
Dispropertied their freedoms, holding them,
In human action and capacity,
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
Than camels in the war, who have their provand
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
So it must fall out
To him or our authorities. For an end,
We must suggest the people in what hatred
He still hath held them; that to's power he would
Have made them mules, silenced their pleaders and
Dispropertied their freedoms, holding them,
In human action and capacity,
Of no more soul nor fitness for the world
Than camels in the war, who have their provand
Only for bearing burdens, and sore blows
For sinking under them. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall touch the people--which time shall not want,
If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy
As to set dogs on sheep--will be his fire
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
This, as you say, suggested
At some time when his soaring insolence
Shall touch the people--which time shall not want,
If he be put upon 't; and that's as easy
As to set dogs on sheep--will be his fire
To kindle their dry stubble; and their blaze
Shall darken him for ever. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
What's the matter? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
What's the matter? [/INST]
Messenger:
You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought
That Marcius shall be consul:
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and
The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts:
I never saw the like. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Messenger:
You are sent for to the Capitol. 'Tis thought
That Marcius shall be consul:
I have seen the dumb men throng to see him and
The blind to bear him speak: matrons flung gloves,
Ladies and maids their scarfs and handkerchers,
Upon him as he pass'd: the nobles bended,
As to Jove's statue, and the commons made
A shower and thunder with their caps and shouts:
I never saw the like. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
Let's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
Let's to the Capitol;
And carry with us ears and eyes for the time,
But hearts for the event. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
Have with you. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
Have with you. [/INST]
First Officer:
Come, come, they are almost here. How many stand
for consulships? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Officer:
Come, come, they are almost here. How many stand
for consulships? [/INST]
Second Officer:
Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one
Coriolanus will carry it. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Officer:
Three, they say: but 'tis thought of every one
Coriolanus will carry it. [/INST]
First Officer:
That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and
loves not the common people. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Officer:
That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and
loves not the common people. [/INST]
Second Officer:
Faith, there had been many great men that have
flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there
be many that they have loved, they know not
wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why,
they hate upon no better a ground: therefore, for
Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate
him manifests the true knowledge he has in their
disposition; and out of his noble carelessness lets
them plainly see't. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Officer:
Faith, there had been many great men that have
flattered the people, who ne'er loved them; and there
be many that they have loved, they know not
wherefore: so that, if they love they know not why,
they hate upon no better a ground: therefore, for
Coriolanus neither to care whether they love or hate
him manifests the true knowledge he has in their
disposition; and out of his noble carelessness lets
them plainly see't. [/INST]
First Officer:
If he did not care whether he had their love or no,
he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither
good nor harm: but he seeks their hate with greater
devotion than can render it him; and leaves
nothing undone that may fully discover him their
opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and
displeasure of the people is as bad as that which he
dislikes, to flatter them for their love. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Officer:
If he did not care whether he had their love or no,
he waved indifferently 'twixt doing them neither
good nor harm: but he seeks their hate with greater
devotion than can render it him; and leaves
nothing undone that may fully discover him their
opposite. Now, to seem to affect the malice and
displeasure of the people is as bad as that which he
dislikes, to flatter them for their love. [/INST]
Second Officer:
He hath deserved worthily of his country: and his
ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who,
having been supple and courteous to the people,
bonneted, without any further deed to have them at
an into their estimation and report: but he hath so
planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions
in their hearts, that for their tongues to be
silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of
ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a
malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck
reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Officer:
He hath deserved worthily of his country: and his
ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who,
having been supple and courteous to the people,
bonneted, without any further deed to have them at
an into their estimation and report: but he hath so
planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions
in their hearts, that for their tongues to be
silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of
ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a
malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck
reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it. [/INST]
First Officer:
No more of him; he is a worthy man: make way, they
are coming. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Officer:
No more of him; he is a worthy man: make way, they
are coming. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
Having determined of the Volsces and
To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
As the main point of this our after-meeting,
To gratify his noble service that
Hath thus stood for his country: therefore,
please you,
Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general
In our well-found successes, to report
A little of that worthy work perform'd
By Caius Marcius Coriolanus, whom
We met here both to thank and to remember
With honours like himself. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
Having determined of the Volsces and
To send for Titus Lartius, it remains,
As the main point of this our after-meeting,
To gratify his noble service that
Hath thus stood for his country: therefore,
please you,
Most reverend and grave elders, to desire
The present consul, and last general
In our well-found successes, to report
A little of that worthy work perform'd
By Caius Marcius Coriolanus, whom
We met here both to thank and to remember
With honours like himself. [/INST]
First Senator:
Speak, good Cominius:
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Rather our state's defective for requital
Than we to stretch it out.
Masters o' the people,
We do request your kindest ears, and after,
Your loving motion toward the common body,
To yield what passes here. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Senator:
Speak, good Cominius:
Leave nothing out for length, and make us think
Rather our state's defective for requital
Than we to stretch it out.
Masters o' the people,
We do request your kindest ears, and after,
Your loving motion toward the common body,
To yield what passes here. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
We are convented
Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts
Inclinable to honour and advance
The theme of our assembly. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
We are convented
Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts
Inclinable to honour and advance
The theme of our assembly. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
Which the rather
We shall be blest to do, if he remember
A kinder value of the people than
He hath hereto prized them at. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
Which the rather
We shall be blest to do, if he remember
A kinder value of the people than
He hath hereto prized them at. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
That's off, that's off;
I would you rather had been silent. Please you
To hear Cominius speak? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
That's off, that's off;
I would you rather had been silent. Please you
To hear Cominius speak? [/INST]
BRUTUS:
Most willingly;
But yet my caution was more pertinent
Than the rebuke you give it. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
Most willingly;
But yet my caution was more pertinent
Than the rebuke you give it. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
He loves your people
But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
Worthy Cominius, speak.
Nay, keep your place. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
He loves your people
But tie him not to be their bedfellow.
Worthy Cominius, speak.
Nay, keep your place. [/INST]
First Senator:
Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear
What you have nobly done. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Senator:
Sit, Coriolanus; never shame to hear
What you have nobly done. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Your horror's pardon:
I had rather have my wounds to heal again
Than hear say how I got them. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Your horror's pardon:
I had rather have my wounds to heal again
Than hear say how I got them. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
Sir, I hope
My words disbench'd you not. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
Sir, I hope
My words disbench'd you not. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
No, sir: yet oft,
When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but
your people,
I love them as they weigh. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
No, sir: yet oft,
When blows have made me stay, I fled from words.
You soothed not, therefore hurt not: but
your people,
I love them as they weigh. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
Pray now, sit down. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
Pray now, sit down. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
When the alarum were struck than idly sit
To hear my nothings monster'd. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
I had rather have one scratch my head i' the sun
When the alarum were struck than idly sit
To hear my nothings monster'd. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
Masters of the people,
Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
That's thousand to one good one--when you now see
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
Masters of the people,
Your multiplying spawn how can he flatter--
That's thousand to one good one--when you now see
He had rather venture all his limbs for honour
Than one on's ears to hear it? Proceed, Cominius. [/INST]
COMINIUS:
I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian chin he drove
The bristled lips before him: be bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman and i' the consul's view
Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea,
And in the brunt of seventeen battles since
He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers;
And by his rare example made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as weeds before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd
And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd
The mortal gate of the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny; aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli like a planet: now all's his:
When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
COMINIUS:
I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
Should not be utter'd feebly. It is held
That valour is the chiefest virtue, and
Most dignifies the haver: if it be,
The man I speak of cannot in the world
Be singly counterpoised. At sixteen years,
When Tarquin made a head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the mark of others: our then dictator,
Whom with all praise I point at, saw him fight,
When with his Amazonian chin he drove
The bristled lips before him: be bestrid
An o'er-press'd Roman and i' the consul's view
Slew three opposers: Tarquin's self he met,
And struck him on his knee: in that day's feats,
When he might act the woman in the scene,
He proved best man i' the field, and for his meed
Was brow-bound with the oak. His pupil age
Man-enter'd thus, he waxed like a sea,
And in the brunt of seventeen battles since
He lurch'd all swords of the garland. For this last,
Before and in Corioli, let me say,
I cannot speak him home: he stopp'd the fliers;
And by his rare example made the coward
Turn terror into sport: as weeds before
A vessel under sail, so men obey'd
And fell below his stem: his sword, death's stamp,
Where it did mark, it took; from face to foot
He was a thing of blood, whose every motion
Was timed with dying cries: alone he enter'd
The mortal gate of the city, which he painted
With shunless destiny; aidless came off,
And with a sudden reinforcement struck
Corioli like a planet: now all's his:
When, by and by, the din of war gan pierce
His ready sense; then straight his doubled spirit
Re-quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate,
And to the battle came he; where he did
Run reeking o'er the lives of men, as if
'Twere a perpetual spoil: and till we call'd
Both field and city ours, he never stood
To ease his breast with panting. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
Worthy man! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
Worthy man! [/INST]
First Senator:
He cannot but with measure fit the honours
Which we devise him. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Senator:
He cannot but with measure fit the honours
Which we devise him. [/INST]
COMINIUS:
Our spoils he kick'd at,
And look'd upon things precious as they were
The common muck of the world: he covets less
Than misery itself would give; rewards
His deeds with doing them, and is content
To spend the time to end it. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
COMINIUS:
Our spoils he kick'd at,
And look'd upon things precious as they were
The common muck of the world: he covets less
Than misery itself would give; rewards
His deeds with doing them, and is content
To spend the time to end it. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
He's right noble:
Let him be call'd for. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
He's right noble:
Let him be call'd for. [/INST]
First Senator:
Call Coriolanus. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Senator:
Call Coriolanus. [/INST]
Officer:
He doth appear. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Officer:
He doth appear. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
To make thee consul. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased
To make thee consul. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
I do owe them still
My life and services. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
I do owe them still
My life and services. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
It then remains
That you do speak to the people. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
It then remains
That you do speak to the people. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
I do beseech you,
Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
That I may pass this doing. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
I do beseech you,
Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot
Put on the gown, stand naked and entreat them,
For my wounds' sake, to give their suffrage: please you
That I may pass this doing. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
Sir, the people
Must have their voices; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
Sir, the people
Must have their voices; neither will they bate
One jot of ceremony. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
Put them not to't:
Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Your honour with your form. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
Put them not to't:
Pray you, go fit you to the custom and
Take to you, as your predecessors have,
Your honour with your form. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
It is apart
That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Be taken from the people. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
It is apart
That I shall blush in acting, and might well
Be taken from the people. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
Mark you that? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
Mark you that? [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
To brag unto them, thus I did, and thus;
Show them the unaching scars which I should hide,
As if I had received them for the hire
Of their breath only! [/INST]
MENENIUS:
Do not stand upon't.
We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul
Wish we all joy and honour. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
Do not stand upon't.
We recommend to you, tribunes of the people,
Our purpose to them: and to our noble consul
Wish we all joy and honour. [/INST]
Senators:
To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Senators:
To Coriolanus come all joy and honour! [/INST]
BRUTUS:
You see how he intends to use the people. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
You see how he intends to use the people. [/INST]
SICINIUS:
May they perceive's intent! He will require them,
As if he did contemn what he requested
Should be in them to give. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SICINIUS:
May they perceive's intent! He will require them,
As if he did contemn what he requested
Should be in them to give. [/INST]
BRUTUS:
Come, we'll inform them
Of our proceedings here: on the marketplace,
I know, they do attend us. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BRUTUS:
Come, we'll inform them
Of our proceedings here: on the marketplace,
I know, they do attend us. [/INST]
First Citizen:
Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Citizen:
Once, if he do require our voices, we ought not to deny him. [/INST]
Second Citizen:
We may, sir, if we will. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Citizen:
We may, sir, if we will. [/INST]
Third Citizen:
We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a
power that we have no power to do; for if he show us
his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our
tongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, if
he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him
our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is
monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful,
were to make a monster of the multitude: of the
which we being members, should bring ourselves to be
monstrous members. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
We have power in ourselves to do it, but it is a
power that we have no power to do; for if he show us
his wounds and tell us his deeds, we are to put our
tongues into those wounds and speak for them; so, if
he tell us his noble deeds, we must also tell him
our noble acceptance of them. Ingratitude is
monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful,
were to make a monster of the multitude: of the
which we being members, should bring ourselves to be
monstrous members. [/INST]
First Citizen:
And to make us no better thought of, a little help
will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Citizen:
And to make us no better thought of, a little help
will serve; for once we stood up about the corn, he
himself stuck not to call us the many-headed multitude. [/INST]
Third Citizen:
We have been called so of many; not that our heads
are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald,
but that our wits are so diversely coloured: and
truly I think if all our wits were to issue out of
one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south,
and their consent of one direct way should be at
once to all the points o' the compass. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
We have been called so of many; not that our heads
are some brown, some black, some auburn, some bald,
but that our wits are so diversely coloured: and
truly I think if all our wits were to issue out of
one skull, they would fly east, west, north, south,
and their consent of one direct way should be at
once to all the points o' the compass. [/INST]
Second Citizen:
Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
fly? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Citizen:
Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would
fly? [/INST]
Third Citizen:
Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but
if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
Nay, your wit will not so soon out as another man's
will;'tis strongly wedged up in a block-head, but
if it were at liberty, 'twould, sure, southward. [/INST]
Second Citizen:
Why that way? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Citizen:
Why that way? [/INST]
Third Citizen:
To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
To lose itself in a fog, where being three parts
melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return
for conscience sake, to help to get thee a wife. [/INST]
Second Citizen:
You are never without your tricks: you may, you may. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Citizen:
You are never without your tricks: you may, you may. [/INST]
Third Citizen:
Are you all resolved to give your voices? But
that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I
say, if he would incline to the people, there was
never a worthier man.
Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his
behavior. We are not to stay all together, but to
come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and
by threes. He's to make his requests by
particulars; wherein every one of us has a single
honour, in giving him our own voices with our own
tongues: therefore follow me, and I direct you how
you shall go by him. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
Are you all resolved to give your voices? But
that's no matter, the greater part carries it. I
say, if he would incline to the people, there was
never a worthier man.
Here he comes, and in the gown of humility: mark his
behavior. We are not to stay all together, but to
come by him where he stands, by ones, by twos, and
by threes. He's to make his requests by
particulars; wherein every one of us has a single
honour, in giving him our own voices with our own
tongues: therefore follow me, and I direct you how
you shall go by him. [/INST]
All:
Content, content. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
All:
Content, content. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
O sir, you are not right: have you not known
The worthiest men have done't? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
O sir, you are not right: have you not known
The worthiest men have done't? [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
What must I say?
'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring
My tongue to such a pace:--'Look, sir, my wounds!
I got them in my country's service, when
Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran
From the noise of our own drums.' </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
What must I say?
'I Pray, sir'--Plague upon't! I cannot bring
My tongue to such a pace:--'Look, sir, my wounds!
I got them in my country's service, when
Some certain of your brethren roar'd and ran
From the noise of our own drums.' [/INST]
MENENIUS:
O me, the gods!
You must not speak of that: you must desire them
To think upon you. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
O me, the gods!
You must not speak of that: you must desire them
To think upon you. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Think upon me! hang 'em!
I would they would forget me, like the virtues
Which our divines lose by 'em. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Think upon me! hang 'em!
I would they would forget me, like the virtues
Which our divines lose by 'em. [/INST]
MENENIUS:
You'll mar all:
I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
In wholesome manner. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
MENENIUS:
You'll mar all:
I'll leave you: pray you, speak to 'em, I pray you,
In wholesome manner. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Bid them wash their faces
And keep their teeth clean.
So, here comes a brace.
You know the cause, air, of my standing here. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Bid them wash their faces
And keep their teeth clean.
So, here comes a brace.
You know the cause, air, of my standing here. [/INST]
Third Citizen:
We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
We do, sir; tell us what hath brought you to't. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Mine own desert. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Mine own desert. [/INST]
Second Citizen:
Your own desert! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Second Citizen:
Your own desert! [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Ay, but not mine own desire. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Ay, but not mine own desire. [/INST]
Third Citizen:
How not your own desire? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
How not your own desire? [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
poor with begging. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
No, sir,'twas never my desire yet to trouble the
poor with begging. [/INST]
Third Citizen:
You must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to
gain by you. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Third Citizen:
You must think, if we give you any thing, we hope to
gain by you. [/INST]
CORIOLANUS:
Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
CORIOLANUS:
Well then, I pray, your price o' the consulship? [/INST]
First Citizen:
The price is to ask it kindly. </s> |